How about a dance

"Why don't you put on a little show," I told the angry teen. "Give me a little taste of latin flavor."

Slowly, reluctantly, Nessa began to move her hips to an unheard melody. She must have had some amount of training, or else was just a natural, because after a moment she had begun a surprisingly sensual Shakira-style dance number. I enjoyed the sight of her firm body, the bare breasts swinging, and the occasional flash of panties under her skirt.

I sat down on a conveniently located chair to watch the show. My belt unbuckled and my fly unzipped almost before I realized what my hands were doing. Nessa's face was a mask of disgust when she saw my cock out, but she didn't stop moving.