Anita's turn

"Anita's turn!" calls Gordon.

You sit back down, cock still extending from your pants, and your eyes meet Anita's -- large, dark, and sparkling. A wicked grin on her lips, she takes a deep breath and announces, "Dare!"

Martin chimes in -- "Why don't you do a strip tease for John?"

Anita rises to her feet. "I think I can manage that," she purrs as the rest of the guests chuckle and murmur their approval. She walks slowly toward you, swiveling her hips seductively with each step, and her eyes leave yours to fix on your swollen cock.

Standing before you, she sways sinuously and runs her hands up her bare midriff and over her breasts as she pirouettes on display. Her hands descend and slip her skirt over her hips to drop to the floor, revealing a red satin thong and a perfect round ass. Placing one foot on the armrest of your chair, she slips the thong's waistband down halfway to reveal a bit of a close-trimmed "landing strip", while still rolling her hips fluidly.

Turning her back to you, she pulls her top off over her head and squeezes her breasts as she looks back over her shoulder at you, biting her lip as those deep, smoldering eyes meet yours again. Bending forward, she looks at you from between her legs as she peels the thong down her silky thighs. Her glistening pussy lips are visible, and her scent, mingled with a spicy perfume, is desperately inviting.