Caught Dancing
Date: 07.01.2009Keywords: Dancing, Caught,
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"Edited by angelicsounds"
That Deborah found herself alone for the Christmas holiday was nothing unusual. Her roommates often invited her to join any one of them for a nice two week break between college semesters, but she just as often turned them down. She wasn't being rude at all. She thoroughly enjoyed Marta, Ann, and Sonia. The thought, however, of curling up with a good book and reading to her heart's content without the continuous interruptions of the telephone, guys, and general campus life was much more appealing. And, of course, the hassle and bustle of Christmas activities never had really meant much to her anyway.
Waking up the morning after her last roommate had departed, she decided that she would treat herself to something she'd always wanted to experience. Trying to fulfill the little fantasy with three other girls around hadn't worked out, but now she was all alone and could enjoy whatever she wanted. This was for Deborah, her own special Christmas present.
After eating a bowl of cereal, she took a shower to prepare for the day. She always enjoyed the feel of steaming, hot water as it flowed down her back, caressing her well toned body. One of her favorite things to do while showering was to reach back and spread her cheeks apart so the hot, cleansing water could flow between them. It stimulated her in a different sort of way, not a pleasurable thrill, but rather a relaxing stream that helped her to revel in her womanly charms. Indeed, Deb was voluptuous with large 40-D breasts, pink pert nipples, and a neatly-trimmed patch of cuntal fur that her boyfriend craved. Notwithstanding, her bottom also caught the eyes of many a guy around campus.
When she turned around in the spray, she quickly enjoyed the watery blast on her beautiful face. It flowed freely down her neck, breasts, and belly, moving quickly to the furry triangular mat that covered her hidden charms. Once dripping wet, she maneuvered the bar of scented soap all around her face, then down her neck to generously lather her melon breasts. For a moment or two, she allowed the soap to graze her nipple buds, sending a delicious wave of tingling thrills that only served to build her anticipation of what was to come. Eventually, she slid the bar in a circular motion around her belly and vigorously lathered her pussy hair.
Then Deborah bent to cover her legs, both in the front and in the back. Stepping out of the shower spray, she lathered her shoulders, her arms, and then as much of her back as she could reach. By that time, the floral scent filled the air, making her imagine herself naked among the flowers, possibly in a meadow scene. Pondering what could happen in that fantasy made her smile in a peaceful calm.
Last, but not least, Deb lathered each of her globes. She always saved the best for last and that morning would be no different. Starting at the top of her crack, she slid the bar down into her dark region. Immediately, she let out a moan and a sigh. The feeling of penetrating her butt always provided special desires that only she understood.
Continuing downward, she slid the scented bar further and further until her right hand met it along the path to her labia. There, she pulled it slowly along the opening to enjoy every second of stimulating pleasure. When it finally reached her clitoral region, she stopped, rinsed the bar under the spray, and placed it back on the rack. Suddenly, she giggled as she remembered something her boyfriend once said when he told her he'd give anything to be the bar of soap in her shower.
"But alas, dear Tim!" she said softly. "Not today, I'm afraid."
After she washed her hair and rinsed to her liking, she stepped out, dried off, and went directly to her bedroom. Glancing at the atomic clock on her nightstand, she noticed it was about 7:40am, plenty early to enjoy some leisurely time. After all, she had no appointments that day on campus, no classes, and absolutely no work to do. Moving to her dresser, she pressed the button on her stereo and tuned in to a local station where jazz music flowed freely. She loved the beats and frankly, she didn't know how to dance to them properly, but she did her best to make the moves she most desired.
Finding the station, Deb quickly got in the mood to dress. She went to her closet and removed a bag from a rather secluded part of it. Her friends would never go to that part if suspicious. Then, pulling the contents from the bag, she removed several items she'd been dying to wear since she purchased them on the internet several weeks before. She laid each article of sensuous delight on the bed to approve of it before she made any effort to wear them.
Smiling broadly, she said, "Black thigh highs to go with my shoulder length, coal black hair. Mmmmmm! A delicious black garter belt, too!"
Sitting on the corner of her bed, she proceeded to put on the stockings and then stood erect to climb into the matching belt. She refrained from attaching the straps to the stockings until the final touch was added. The entire event pleased her and she wondered what her boyfriend would think if he saw her. For a few moments, she decided to admire her form in the full length mirror in the far corner of the room.
"Black hair, black pussy fur, black stockings, and a black belt to deliciously hold them to my thighs," she whispered sensuously, as if she was having phone sex with her boyfriend, Tim.
When she spun around and stared back at her curvaceous butt, she tingled in anticipation of her bottom undulating and wiggling when the dance routine began.
"Ah, but of course!" Deborah said to the mirror. "All that black in contrast to my slightly tanned skin?"
Deborah's eyes soon darted to the answer she needed. On the bed, lay a bright red pair of silky panties just waiting to have a hot body like hers flow into them. As she walked back to the bed, she pictured Tim putting them on her. His fumbling hands would make a mess of it for sure, but she still liked the ways he did what he did to her. In her own imagination, she let Tim hold them while she stepped inside their soft, fiery red material.
Imagining him kneeling down at her feet, she felt the panties slide up her shapely legs to stop and rest a few inches below her secret region. There, they would rest until the final purchase found its resting place, temporary as it would be. She turned around once again to admire her form, now with a new color added to enhance the sexy black color she and the thigh highs painted. Posing there, she closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of soft jazz.
"This will be grand!" Deb whispered sweetly.
The last purchase, the most expensive of the ensemble, was a pouched, vibrating dildo. Its length was about five inches, perfect for what she'd planned, and along its shaft lay several ribs that should easily promote stimulation if needed. The dildo was also red in color, although not quite as bright as her panties. She quickly unsnapped the pouch and pulled it free. Admiring it for a few minutes, she then raised it to her mouth and licked all around its head. The anticipation of her present had already made her quite wet with desire, yet she wanted to lick it all the same.
Then she pressed its length to her cuntal lips, pushed it in a little, and braced herself for the invasion. Trying to relax by engaging the soft jazz, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, exhaled, and pushed the length deep inside her waiting canal. Gasping only slightly, she felt a tingling wave of desire crawl from her pussy up to her luscious breasts. For a moment more, she tried her best to relax, but her pussy had already started to spasm on the ribbed intruder.
"Oh my, this is going to be grand!" she said as she breathed a sigh of relief. "Girl, the next step is the charm!"
Deborah finished the job by pulling up the panties to hold the red cock in place. Then she turned around and smiled in the direction of the mirror. She thought of it as her voyeur for the day. Then she walked over to the stereo and tuned into the Latin station, Latin beat that is. Immediately, the rhythms filled the room setting just the right mood for her plan.
While a jazz guitarist strummed, Deborah danced in sync with the beat. At first, she just walked in simple movements, but as she got into the rhythm, she began to sway and spin, slowly then more rapidly. She did her best to stay in rhythm because it stimulated her. It always had done so before. About a minute into the music, she decided to add some pleasure on her own. In rhythm, she played with her hard nipple buds. Pinching them lightly at first, she tried to follow the guitarist as his own musical accents led.
The dildo in her pussy pumped gently with the movements. Forward, back, and all around the bedroom she danced, smiled, and most of all, delighted in her holiday stimulations. She even created her own words to follow the beat, mostly silly at the outset but as the music developed they turned into sensuous phrases of lust. From time to time, her breasts swayed back and forth, her nipples tingled, and her gorgeous butt clenched in spasming desire.
When the music faded, she found herself a little disappointed. Her build up of desire had gone much further than she'd expected, yet the rhythmic beat was over. She knew another song would eventually start but not for a few moments so she decided to keep the feelings alive. Reaching between her thighs, Deborah flipped the toggle switch on the panty covered dildo.
Immediately, it whirred into action sending several waves of steaming lust throughout her body.
"O-O-OOOOOh!" she said aloud. "It feels so good!"
Remembering the former beat, she started once again to dance her own brand of Latin style. This time, however, her body tingled almost continuously as her pussy spasmed over and over on her vibrating cock. The feelings were much more intense and her pussy was so wet. As the next song started, it too was of a Latin beat.
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Keywords: Dancing, Caught,