Felicia wore a dirty little smile, clearly pleased she was having the desired effect on both of them. Jiggling her bare breasts against Liz’s once more, the stripper lowered her pussy directly on Liz’s and began to grind. Oh yeah, he’d been right—Felicia liked doing girls. Her gyrations were hot and slow and sexy as hell, and Liz was beginning to grind back. While they rubbed themselves together, Liz’s eyes roamed Felicia—from her face to her breasts to the bit of fabric stretched over her cunt where it pressed into Liz’s crotch. He barely noticed when other guys in the vicinity began to watch, too—he couldn’t have torn his eyes from the two women if his life had depended on it.
The grinding of pussies through fabric continued and Felicia now rubbed her breasts flush against Liz’s, all while simulating a dance. Liz looked drunk with passion and when Felicia rose to a full sitting position—their crotches still pressed tight together—and began to squeeze and caress her bare breasts, Liz murmured, “Mmm, yes.” That’s when Felicia lowered her hands to Liz’s lovely globes, kneading them as she swayed and moved. Liz let out a ragged sigh and looked down, watching Felicia mold her soft flesh through the dress. Jack could have sworn her nipples popped out a little more and that she worked her hips harder against the stripper’s.
But then Felicia began to cool things down, gradually, and Jack recognized the end of the song approaching and knew Liz’s pleasure was about to come to an end. Felicia ceased touching Liz’s pretty breasts through that creamy dress and resumed kneading her own. Her grinding motions against Liz’s pussy lightened, lightened, until finally she lifted herself up, disconnecting their crotches, finishing the dance that way.
When the song ended, Felicia lowered a soft kiss to Liz’s cheek then slowly got to her feet. The guys at the next table gave a few low whistles and catcalls, and Jack tried to catch his breath as he tucked another twenty into the string of elastic at the stripper’s hip. “Thanks, babe, that was fun,” she said to him, then sauntered away across the room.
Jack slowly lowered his gaze back to Liz, who was sitting up straighter now, her breath coming heavy. Jack thought in one way this felt like the calm after a storm, as if Felicia had somehow just rained thick lust down upon his sexy, jolie Liz, and then vanished quick as a summer downpour. Only he didn’t feel very calm and he suspected Liz didn’t, either.
He wasn’t going to mince words. “Chere, that was the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her cheeks flooded with color. She looked tense, excited, intoxicated. “You liked watching?”
“Oh yeah.” He nodded.
Her eyes lit with heat and Jack took it as an invitation. “I liked knowing you were watching,” she said.
The very words made him want to groan, made the skin around his cock tighten even more. He’d intended to wait ‘til her case was done before making a move on her, and as far as he was concerned, it had reached a conclusion a little while ago. Good thing, because nothing could have stopped him from being drawn into the sexual web he felt spinning tight around him. He lowered his voice, leaned in closer to her. “Did you like rubbin’ against her breasts? Her pussy?”
The color in her cheeks deepened, but she didn’t shy away from the question, keeping her gaze intense upon him. “Mmm, yes. It was…incredible.”
“What do you want to do now?” he asked, praying she’d ask him to fuck her.
“I could use a drink,” she said. “It’s hot in here.”
Despite himself, he smiled. It wasn’t hot in there at all—unless you were getting a lap dance, he supposed. He flagged over another waitress in a gold bikini and ordered more drinks as he slid his arm warmly back around Liz’s shoulder. Just the mere feel of her breast against his side added to the fire coursing through him. He turned and whispered in her ear. “Do you have any fuckin’ idea how hot you’ve got me?”
She pulled back just enough to smile at him. “Mmm hmm.”
He lowered his chin. “Did she make you come?”
Her smiled softened into something more provocative. “No.”
“Were you close?”
She bit her lip, nodded.
A little more blood rushed to his cock. “You want me to finish the job, chere?”
She gave a coquettish look. “Not yet.”
Merde. Was this woman trying to drive him out of his mind with frustration? “Why?”
She paused, thought. “Because this is the most freedom I’ve ever felt in my life. I don’t want to rush the night. I want to stretch it out. I want to feel everything tonight. I want to make it last.”
He grinned. “Just because I get you off don’t mean the night’s over, darlin’. I’d be happy to make you come again and again.”
Just then their drinks arrived and Liz took a long sip, turning her attention back to the main stage. Three naked girls stood in an enormous tub washing each other with soapy sponges. She seemed immediately entranced, which did nothing to relax Jack’s arousal. He didn’t think he could stand it much longer.
Questions swam through his mind. He hadn’t misread her, surely? She wanted him as much as he wanted her, didn’t she? Yes, she did—he knew she did. Her provocative words played through his mind once more. I liked knowing you were watching.
The girls on the stage swayed to music while they washed each other’s breasts and stomachs, after which they proceeded to move their sponges over each other’s asses and pussies, all the while giggling. Jack reached
