Crystal dances her way in

Crystal wasn't quite my type, but her weekend persona had been fun to play with. Yes, she was objectively pretty, I could see that. But she was just not the type I'm more attracted to. Seeing her now, stripped of that false persona, she was quite a different person. Playful and outgoing, she floated confidently into the living room, dancing as she walked. Her long skirt spread out as she spun around two times before stopping to facing me. Her hips swayed as she approached, hiking up her skirt until it bunched up around her waist. She was dancing her way towards a fuck.

Sitting on my lap, she guided me into her, smoothly and gracefully. Once we were joined, she wiggled her ass a bit to make sure there was no more cock needing to be embraced. Then she reached back and put a hand on my shoulder, guiding us down onto the couch so that we were spooning. Every move was intentional and elegant, like a dance when the dancers know their steps so well that they don't need to think about them.

Crystal was humming a tune the whole time. She found my hands and pulled them around so that I was embracing her securely. Then she started moving her hips smoothly back and forth, beginning our dance. The melody of her movements continued softly under her breath, now and then coming out louder as she accented a particular thrust.

Her arms wrapped around mine as I embraced her, and she moved her hands freely over both our bodies, sometimes giggling in joy or moaning in appreciation. Her skirt was bunched up between us, but it was loose enough that our hands could roam freely along her skin. After we had been writhing together on the couch for at least five minutes, Crystal laced the fingers of one hand into mine and directed our joined hands down between her legs. Keeping our digits entwined, she began rubbing around her clit. My hands were just another instrument she was using in this performance, my cock just something inside her, my fingers just something she was holding. I felt quite extraneous.

Her melody rose in pitch. The volume went up, too. She paused in between phrases to take deep breaths. The tempo sped up. We were at the crescendo and accelerando that led to the finale. A few hard pushes back against me and she stopped. Music became a moan and her rhythm became a tremble. Crystal turned her head around as far as she could and looked back at me. “Condoms and pill,” she groaned, then continued looking at me as her body twitched in my arms. A tear ran across the side of her face and the corner of her lip turned up in a smile. “Fuuuuucck,” she breathed out quietly. “That feels good.” I had to agree. Crystal's walls pressed tight all around me and her flat belly went taut under my hand.

As she calmed down, Crystal pumped slowly up and down my rod a few times, rubbing her small, tight ass against me. On one upstroke, she continued going up until she released me, the air suddenly cold on my member. Opening her arms and pulling mine apart with them, she stood up and resumed her song and dance. Skirt dropping to the ground, she had nothing on underneath, and that was the state in which she tossed a small bag over her shoulder and danced out of my apartment. Not counting Sandra, who would not be joining the carnal assembly line this morning, only one remained. I smiled in lecherous anticipation as I watched her preparing herself a few feet away, rubbing herself to repeated frustration. In a soothing voice, I called to her. “Beatrice.”