Dancing - Sexgeschichten

Dancing

... door.

Oh, hello. It was the man from down stairs. They had become good friend over the past year. He would stop by every few days and play with Sandys young son. He and J.J. would sit in the middle of the floor playing with Legos while Sandy chattered going on about this or that. It helped pass the time. She had told Jack about her guest when he had first introduced himself as their neighbor downstairs. Jack had never really met Stan mostly because they worked different schedules. Nor had he minded the frequent visits. Sandy had always kept things friendly and Stan had never crossed the line of propriety with a young married lady.

Come in, J.J. is asleep. Sandy went back to the kitchen sink. An occasional buzz caught her breath. She still had the egg inside and though the batteries were dead enough her motion created a bit more power, like shaking a spent flash light. Sandy smiled at the situation.

So, what are you doing today?

I just stopped in to see you and J.J. The beat resumed. Sandy stood to the countertop as they visited. She swayed a bit, just a bit as she listened.

Youve got a nice swing there. Stan commented. Sandy blushed.

Sorry. I wasnt thinking. Sandy stood tall, her face flushing slightly.

No, seriously, you move well. It has a touch of sensuality to it. Sandy turned about. Continue, Please.

Sandy swayed a bit more. They talked. She paused, squatted rotating her hips to the music.

Like that? She teased.

Yes. Ever try anything else, ...

... like dancing in a club.

No. Who would want to see an old married lady like me?

Anybody would. Youre good and pretty too.

So whats next? What would someone dancing like that do next? Sandy asked as she moved about the kitchen to the beat her back to Stan.

Put your hands on your hips when you make that move then continue up your sides to your breasts.

Sandy did as he suggested still facing away.

Then let your fingers pirouette around the nipples.

Yes. Sandy turned to face her instructor, tracing small circles thru the fabric of her blouse and bras.

Then they unbutton their blouse slowly to the beat. Sandy undid the first three buttons then the last. She squatted spreading her legs, caressing her thighs, then sliding her hands along her tummy to her breast. She slipped the blouse over her shoulders it fluttered to the floor. Her finger tips pirouetted about each nipple now fully erect and rock hard.

And then? Sandy taunted.

Then the Levis would go Stan caught his breath. Sandy unbuttoned her pants slowly sliding the zipper downward. She paused. J.J. was stirring.

Not your lucky day. Sandy zipped her pants before J.J. appeared. Sandy blushed at her brazenness. What was she doing??!

Sorry. I mean, I didnt mean to you know. Sandy blushed as she buttoned her blouse.

Not to worry, Sandy. I enjoyed the show. Maybe another day J.J. wandered in rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You really could dance if you wanted to. Stan took J.J. to the play ...