Free A Dance for Him by Lara Richard

to do things a little differently today.
    “No music today,” I say.
    He raises an eyebrow, but his upper lip quivers slightly, as though he were trying to suppress something - a smile? a sign of excitement?
    “Very well, Ms. Lytton.”
    I sashay over to an armchair close by him and start gyrating as I run my hands over my hips, flashing him occasionally.
    Slowly I unbutton my blouse, pausing between every button to look at him meaningfully.
    He’s now gazing at me in that way I love so much - hungrily, as though he could hardly wait for me to take off my top.
    To reward him I blow him a kiss, undo my last button, shrug the blouse off, then flirtatiously throw it in his lap.
    He looks surprised at first, before a hint of a smile crosses his lips.
    He’s still staring, although I can’t help but notice that he’s picked up the blouse and is absent-mindedly running his hands over the fabric, as though caressing me by proxy …
    So hot.
    So hard not to think: If only it was me he was caressing …
    I climb onto his lap, kneeling so that I’m not quite sitting on him, and play with my bra-clad tits, cupping them, squeezing them, pulling the top of my bra back occasionally so he gets a glimpse of my nipples.
    He’s breathing more heavily now, and there’s something hungry about his gaze, about the way he seems to be trying to inhale as much as possible of my scent.
    I push the straps of my bra off my shoulders and unhook it, freeing my breasts, which I then let brush against his cheek.
    His lips part slightly, perhaps expecting me to offer him a nipple to suck, like I did at the club.
    But I’ve got other ideas.
    I get up from the couch and bend over with my back to him, exposing my ass and my sweet little pink panties - thoroughly soaked, of course, and clinging to my wet cleft, so he can probably see its outline.
    A sound emerges from him, somewhere between a groan and a sigh.
    Thus encouraged, I begin massaging my ass cheeks sensually as I begin dancing again, occasionally pulling them apart as I turn and look at him provocatively, checking out his massive erection and licking my lips as I do so.
    And then I do what I’ve never done with anyone else - I stick my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tug it downwards, exposing my ass, then allow that tiny scrap of fabric to make its way down my thighs as I wiggle my now-bare butt.
    His eyes are huge, as though he can’t believe what I’m doing.
    I smile at him, and continue dancing for a bit with my panties around my knees, then let them slide down further to my ankles before stepping partially out of them, so that they’re still around one ankle if not the other.
    Now mostly naked except for my little schoolgirl tie and skirt, I climb onto his lap again and run my hands along the length of his arms, which are stretched out over the back of the couch.
    “You want to touch me, don’t you, Dr. Morland,” I whisper. “Why don’t you just do it? Nobody’s watching here, you can do what you want with me.”
    He remains silent as he looks at me with a strange expression in his eyes, and I can feel the tension increase in his toned biceps, but he still doesn’t touch me, which annoys me.
    “You don’t have to pretend to be so proper, Dr. Morland,” I continue, slightly more tauntingly this time, as I move one hand to his crotch. “It’s obvious your cock wants me. I’m all wet and ready for you, I’m clean and on the Pill. What are you afraid of? Surely it’s not just that you draw the line between coming on a student’s ass while watching her finger herself and actually fucking her ?”
    I must have touched a nerve, because his eyes are now blazing.
    “You little brat,” he hisses while staring at me. “Yes, you’ve done a few pole dances, maybe you’ve blown some dumb jock at a frat party, and you think you know everything there is to be known about sex. You couldn’t handle me if I gave it to you.”
    I can feel my cheeks flushing, half with