Give him a lapdance

You let your fingertips glide away from the damp tent of his pants and you step away from him. Slowly, your hips swaying to unheard music, you take hold of your tanktop and lift it up over your bra and then over your head.

The cups of your pink bra are overflowing with the creamy white flesh of your tits. If they didn't have a lace trim Mr. Wood might catch a glimpse of your small areolas.

"What about my bra?" You ask, sauntering back to Mr. Wood. "It's not new..."

Your boobs squish against him and he looks down, his lips quivering.

"...but I don't think you've seen it before," your voice is barely louder than a whisper.

Mr. Wood is speechless. You whirl around and press your ass against the hard cock in his pants. You lean back on his belly and let your head fall on his shoulder.

"Mmmm, have you ever had a lapdance, Mr. Wood?"

He swallows hard and shakes his head. You use your butt to press against his hard dick and push away from him. You grab a work stool and pull it over to him. You pat the seat and he sits down in a daze.

You begin rolling your hips again, giving him a view of the tight hemispheres of your ass. You reach up your back as you move and unclasp your bra. You catch the cups in your hand and turn around holding it against your chest. Mr. Wood's eyes bug out as you dance up to him and then throw the bra around the back of his head to pull his face against your tits.

You rub your hard nipples back and forth against his face and lips. He's says something but it's muffled by your big D-cups pressing down. You whirl and lower yourself into his lap.

"Ohh my," Mr. Wood mumbles.

You guide the bulge between your ass cheeks and then begin to grind up and down, the dampness of his arousal mixing with your own.

"Oooh, it's so bag and hard!" You giggle, looking back at him. "Does that feel good Mr. Wood?"

He's in a stupor, but he manages a nod. You hop up from his lap and climb onto the work bench. You place one foot on either side of his head. He looks up as you squat over his face, rubbing your thong-clad pussy against his nose and chin and giving him a smell of your aroused juices. You lower yourself a little more so you're riding his mouth. He just sits their dumbfounded, but he doesn't resist.

The sensation of his scruffy chin rubbing your clit through the thong is enough to give you an orgasm and you rest your full weight on his mouth as your juices pour out through your thong. You grind on his chin and lips until the feelings subside. You climb down off the work bench as Mr. Wood gasps for air.

You settle back onto his lap and once again place his the tent-pole in his pants between your legs. You grind on it with your steaming cunt and your toned ass.

"Does that feel good?"

Mr. Wood grunts a reply.

"Tell me you like it."

"Y-y-you should," he stammers and shakes, you slide your ass cheeks down around his cloth covered cock. "You should...s-s-s-"

Suddenly you feel warmth spreading across the inside of your ass.

"Oh!" Mr. Wood cries.

You keep grinding, realizing what is happening. You let the old man drain his balls into his pants and relish the warm gooey feeling of the cum seeping through and coating your ass. Mr. Wood finally slumps with his back against the work bench, his breathing strained and his face dark red.

"S-stop," he moans. "Please."

You stand up to see the mess he's made. A wet spot covers the entire front and crotch of his pants. You can feel the sticky sperm drying on your ass. You feel somehow proud. Although Mr. Wood is in quite a state. You feel a little sorry for him.

Should you get dressed and head out? Help Mr. Wood? Or something else?