Chloe in Control

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how this works,” Chloe shook her head, and covered her face with her hands. “If this was a guy, I’d just let him take control.”

“Even with a guy, you can take control. I don’t think you quite understand the power a beautiful woman can command,” Hannah replied, taking Chloe’s hands from her face and holding them in hers as she gazed into the redhead’s sad, uncertain blue eyes. “But, first, like I said, I think we’re both a little overdressed, don’t you?”

Chloe smiled at the older, blonde’s encouragement, and made to move her hands from Hannah’s grasp, but Hannah didn’t let go, tilting her head and biting her lip.

“I saw how you watched those girls at the fair, dancing and undressing, and I know you liked the story of me pole dancing back at college,” Hannah continued, as Chloe looked back up at her face. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like a private dance?”

Beaming, Chloe nodded, “Sure. I’m positive you could put any of those women to shame with your moves.”

“Tell me,” Hannah implored, still not releasing Chloe. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take your clothes off?” Chloe said, blushing again and feeling her cheeks grow red and scarlet when Hannah just looked at her, with an arched eyebrow. Chloe tried again, channelling her most authoritative voice and confident expression. “Strip for me, Hannah.”

Smirking, Chloe knew she had finally gotten it right when Hannah led her over to the living area, where she released the redhead’s hands and with a playful, soft shove, pushed her back on to the sofa. Chloe fell back with a soft thud, her eyes already marvelling at the beautiful blonde before her, swaying her hips from side to side in her skirt. She bent at the waist, leaning down and unbuckling her heels, her open blouse exposing a lot of cleavage to Chloe’s eager eyes.

Shoes undone, Hannah ran her hands up along her legs, fingers dragging against her skin, catching on the hem of her skirt and letting it fall away. Her hands continued, pressing her tight pencil skirt lightly against the mound between her legs before travelling further upwards to her blouse and using the friction between the material and her fingertips to pull it out from where it had been tucked into her skirt. All the while her body continued to sway, hips pumping from side to side to the imaginary music in her mind.

Turning her back to Chloe, she wiggled her ass, bending slightly again as her nimble fingers danced over her blouse, slipping buttons from their holes until Chloe unmistakably saw the clothing part and knew, if the blonde only turned around she’d catch a glimpse of Hannah’s magnificent large breasts once again. Hannah slid the blouse from her shoulders, shrugging her exposed shoulder blades back and forth as she played at pulling the blouse further down. Lower and lower it fell, unveiling more and more of Hannah’s smooth skin, until it reached the small of her back. Chloe’s eyes bulged, realising there was no bra straps, which meant…

As the penny dropped for Chloe, Hannah slipped the sleeves of the blouse from her forearms, and threw it aside, turning as she did, her big, full perky tits with hard pink nipples staring back at Chloe.

“You weren’t wearing a bra all day?” Chloe’s mouth lay agape as Hannah nodded in response, grinning. “I never noticed.”

Hannah seemed to take pride in that fact, raising her chin as her hands ran over her breasts, wobbling them in the palms of her hands and tugging on her nipples. Chloe watched as her hands roamed lower, sliding around her waist and finding the zipper at the side. Slowing the sway of her hips slightly, she pulled the zip down, the movement of her hips causing the material to become dislodged and slide down her body. As the skirt fell, pooling at her feet, Chloe was surprised to see that she was wearing a pair of boyshorts. They looked hot on Hannah, because there were few clothes that Hannah couldn’t make you want to rip off her body, but Chloe thought it was an oddly conservative and tame choice for the hypersexual Hannah Woodsen.

Or so she believed until Hannah turned around again, and she saw that the back was devoid of the same coverage of material as the front. The back was caged and open, with a decorative bow sitting upon the small of her back, providing complete access to her pussy and ass without even requiring removing the panties. To prove this point, Hannah reached behind and grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, prying the two perfectly round globes apart. Her wrinkled pink little asshole peeped out at Chloe and winked, and the redhead wondered what it might be like to slip a finger in there. Would it feel as tight as her own? Tighter? Would it make Hannah moan like she did? Louder? Chloe bit her lip, hoping she’d get a chance to find out.

Hannah dipped slow, and spun around, crawling then towards Chloe on the floor. As she came closer, she placed her hands on Chloe’s knees, gently separating her legs as she slithered up in front of her, her whole body pressed against Chloe. As their faces came within inches of each other, Hannah whispered, “Touching usually isn’t allowed with lap dance…but I think we can bend the rules this one time…”

Chloe smiled as Hannah planted her lips on hers, kissing as she enjoyed the pressure of the older woman’s topless body pressing against hers, and wishing that she was wearing less clothes so that she could feel Hannah on her bare skin again. That could be easily rectified though, and Chloe set about doing that, reaching down for the hem of her peplum top and pulling it up. Sensing Chloe’s actions, Hannah broke the kiss, parting just enough to allow the top to move up between them, grasping the top and helping pull it up over her red haired head.

“Wow, look at you,” Hannah cooed, as they both tossed the top aside, the blonde’s cool blue eyes feasting on the royal blue caged bra covering Chloe’s full, milky breasts. “Guess I’m not the only one who likes to feel sexy underneath their clothes.”

“You should see the panties,” Chloe grinned, extremely thankful that she’d decided to borrow the hot, alluring underwear from Heather. And to think, she thought no one would see it on…

Of course, Hannah took the hint as a challenge, sliding down off the sofa and Chloe’s body. Lifting Chloe’s legs up and slipping her hands underneath her thighs, reaching for the waistband of her leggings. She yanked them down, and Chloe giggled at the eagerness of the blonde as she hoisted her buttocks up, allowing Hannah to work the bottoms down over the swell of the red-head’s butt cheeks. Licking her lips at the sheer and lace panties, a wet mark along the crotch betraying how aroused Chloe was already, Hannah pulled the legging all the way down, only stopping to unclasp her sandals, before tugging the bottoms off her feet completely.

“Mmhm, these suit you much better than those cotton briefs you were wearing yesterday,” Hannah said, running her hands along Chloe’s thighs, her fingertips dancing along the edge of Chloe’s panties.

“I dunno, you’re making boyshorts look like the sexiest thing in the world right now,” Chloe murmured in return as Hannah rose up the red-head’s body and kissed her again, this time enjoying their soft, warm skin rubbing together. “I bet you even make cotton look as hot as hell.”

Hannah beamed, smirking as she ran her hands up over Chloe’s body, feeling her smooth, toned stomach, feeling the bare skin exposed by her caged bra, and Chloe replied by reaching down and taking a handful of Hannah’s ass in each palm, pulling the older girl up on to her lap proper. Hannah chuckled, leaning down and kissing Chloe as their hands groped at each other’s bodies. Hannah’s touch was just as aggressive as any mans, but with softer skin and knowledge. She knew where and how to touch Chloe, just exactly right, to make her tingle, moaning into Hannah’s mouth and tightening her grip on her ass. Her pussy flushed at the feeling, fuelling the desire already mounting in her body, and soaking her panties, or rather Heather’s, even more than they already were.

Pulling away from the girl beneath her, Hannah broke the kiss and simply sat for a moment, resting on Chloe’s strong thighs, staring deep into those clear blue eyes. Chloe gazed back at her, curious yet patient. Then, she moved, not closer as Chloe expected, but back, lifting herself off Chloe and stepping away, but holding out a hand to the red-head.

“Come with me,” Hannah requested. “There’s something I want to show you.”