I’d
originally planned to call this “Dedicated to the One I Love,” but “Dance for
You” seemed more appropriate. For your musical enjoyment, there’s a video after
the story featuring the Beyoncé song I imagined accompanying this Valentine’s
Day surprise.
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Hope
you enjoy,
Ria
;)
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Warning:
some light spanking.
Dance for You
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2020.
All rights reserved.
My
heart was doing the lambada in my chest while I waited for my guy—which was appropriate.
We were supposed to go out to dinner for Valentine’s Day, but I had a special
surprise for him. I’d been secretly taking pole dancing classes and wanted to
give him a private performance.
Headlights
flashed across the front window and my heartbeat went into triple time—from both
nerves and excitement. It had to be him, because no one else was supposed to be
there that time of night. Sure enough, he got out of the car and walked up to
the door. He was breathtaking in his gray slacks and a dress shirt the same
color as his blue eyes.
I
let him in, then shut and locked the door behind him.
When
I turned around, he was taking in my slinky red wrap dress and killer heels.
His gaze slowly traveled up my body and finally meet my eyes. “Why did you
text me to meet you here when are reservations are across town?”
His
slight smile let me know he was more curious than annoyed.
“I
have a pre-dinner surprise for you.”
He
grinned. “Is that so?”
“Uh-huh.”
I
took his hand and led him to one of the back studios without windows. There were
a dozen stripper poles at one end of the room. I’d set up a chair a few feet in
front of my pole of choice. I motioned to it. “Please, sit here.”
He
chuckled. “Okay.”
Once
he was seated, I dimmed the lights, then started my song and put it on repeat.
As the music began, I sashayed over to the pole. For a moment, I just let the
music infuse my soul, unleashing my innate sensuality, and my body started to
move.
With
one hand on the pole, I circled it, swaying my hips to the slow, sultry beat.
Facing him again, I saw that his smile was gone and I had his full ardent
attention—which I loved. I hooked my leg around the pole and performed the
simplest spin I’d learned.
Surrendering
to the music, I relaxed a little more with every move—so much so that I felt
myself getting aroused. It was thrilling performing for him like that, being
his private exotic dancer. I wanted to sexy for him. I wanted to be naughty for
him. Just him.
After
a couple of circuits, I stood in front of the pole, still moving my body to the
music, and unfastened the tie on my dress. Opening it, I revealed the red lace
teddy I wore underneath. Even in the low lightening, I could see the heat
flaring in his eyes, which made me even hotter.
I
shrugged off my dress and tossed it aside. Then I turned around and grabbed the
pole with both hands. Bending forward, I let him get a good look at the narrow
strip in back that exposed more of my round ass than it covered. I rocked my
hips from side to side and heard him groan.
Getting
lost in an erotic fugue state, I continued my seductive dance, doing more elaborate
spins. The aching need in my sex got stronger and stronger. My wetness soaked the
crotch of my lacy teddy. At one point, I ground myself against the pole, giving
myself some relief, but not enough. Raw desire was a wildfire surging through
my veins.
Jumping
up, I grabbed the pole higher up and did the most difficult move in my repertoire.
Flipping upside down, I did a split in the air, held it for a moment, then
wrapped a leg around the pole again and managed to get right-side-up again
without falling. Then I spun down onto the floor.
Writhing
with the pole between my legs, I arched my back while I squeezed my tits. I
turned my head in his direction and he crooked his finger at me. I’d pretty much
finished my dance, so I eagerly obeyed his command. Rolling onto my hands and
knees, I crawled to him like the horny pussy I was.
When
I reached him, I slid my hands up his legs and traced the obvious erection in
his slacks. “Want a lap dance, Mister?”
“Fuck
yes. And to see that sweet ass up close.”
Getting
on my feet, I turned around, bent over, and rocked my hips from side to side.
He
smacked one cheek, making me gasp with delicious pleasure-pain. “Back that ass
up, dirty girl.”
Straddling
his legs, I braced my hands on his knees and twerked right in this face.
“Fuck
that’s hot.” He smacked the other cheek, making me moan and thrust my ass back
even more.
“Dancing
for me got you all hot and bothered, did it?”
“Yes,”
I hissed.
His
fingers traced the strip of lace between my ass cheeks down to the drenched
crotch—and found the snaps there. “Mmmm, that’s convenient.”
He
unsnapped the teddy and slid his fingers along my slick slit.
Moaning,
I quivered when he found my clit and massaged the tender bud. I greedily worked
my hips faster, grinding myself against his fingers.
Before
I could get close to coming, he pulled back and painted my asshole with my
juices. “Such a pretty little asshole.”
Even
though his touch felt oh so good there, I craved his cock in my cunt and hoped
he wasn’t thinking about fucking my ass.
He
smacked my ass again. “Come on, naughty girl. Turn around and give me that lap
dance while you fuck my cock.”
One
of the many things I loved about the man was his ability to read my dirty mind.
I couldn’t obey him fast enough. When I was facing him again, he already had
his cock out and in his strong hand. As much as I loved the sight, I was too
aroused to take time to properly admire it.
Straddling
is lap again, I braced one hand on his shoulder and slowly lowered myself down
onto his cock, whimpering at the sweet sensation of him filling me so
perfectly.
He
groaned. “Fuck, you always feel so good, baby.”
My
breathing quickening, I rocked my hips so my clit got much-needed attention. “I
was thinking exactly the same thing.”
His
lips curved into a sexy smile. “Let’s see how well you work this pole.”
Never
one to resist a challenge, I lifted my hips and eased back down, moaning at the
exquisite feeling of him moving inside me. As the music played on, I repeated
the motion again and again, occasionally swiveling my hips. I followed the rhythm
of the song at first, but as my pleasure quickly grew, my movements became more
erratic.
While
I rode his cock, he pulled down the lace cups of my teddy, freeing my tits. We both
watched them jiggle as I bounced up and down. Then he cupped them in his hands,
fondling the abundant flesh. I gasped when he pinched my nipples, my hips
jerking wildly as hedonistic delight jolted throughout my body.
He
abandoned one nipple and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. My
neck exposed, he latched onto to the sensitive skin there, sucking and nibbling
me while he continued tormenting my nipple. Decadent sensations assaulting me from
all directions, I came all over his cock, a violent release tearing through me.
I
was barely aware of him releasing me so I collapsed against him, my head
falling onto his shoulder. As I quivered and quaked in his lap, he gripped my
ass in both his hands and fucked me on his cock a few more times before he came
deep inside me with a long, drawn-out groan.
I’m
not sure how long we stayed locked together like that before I felt him kiss
the side of my neck. “We should get one of those poles installed in our
bedroom.”
Finally
in control of my body, I sat up a bit and smiled at him. “Then I could dance
for you anytime.”
“Exactly.”
“I’m
glad we share the same dirty mind, because I arranged for one to be put in on
Monday.”
Grinning,
he shook his head. “Such a naughty girl.”
I
gave him a long deep kiss. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
“Happy
Valentine’s to you too, babygirl.”
