A lap dance

“Put your underwear back on, and give me a lap dance,” I grinned as I connected my phone to the speaker and started playing I’m a **** 4 U – Emily laughed as soon as she recognised the song.

“Appropriate.”

“Yep,” I said, eyeing the curve of her ass as she bent over to pull up her panties, and my cock twitched slightly in my pants.

“You need to be in a chair for this,” she said, clipping her bra up.

“Get one for me, then,” I ordered. Emily rolled her eyes, but dragged a chair in from the kitchen and gestured for me to sit down. I relaxed into it, slouching a little as my anticipation built. “Dance for me, Em,” I smirked.

In time to the beat, she slowly began to gyrate her hips in a figure of eight, looking down at me with an intense, seductive expression. With her lips slightly parted, she ran her hands over her body teasingly and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, toying with them. Then, winking at me, she walked slowly around the chair, brushing her hand along my collarbone. “How badly do you want me?” Emily whispered.

I smirked. “Keep dancing, slut.”

“Mm, dirty talk,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me. She stroked my thighs tantalizingly. “Pretty basic, though.” Just before her hands reached my crotch, she stopped suddenly and stood up, and resumed dancing; I breathed out softly, disappointed.

Slowly, she turned around until she was facing away from me, still swaying her hips to the music. Glancing over her shoulder, Emily grinned and gradually bent over, running her hands down her sexy legs until she was touching her toes; by now my crotch was bulging desperately, and my eyes were glued to her ass.

“You alright there, bro?” she asked as she abruptly stood back up, put her hands on my shoulders and straddled my lap, then lowered herself down until her bra-encased tits were level with my eyes. Undulating her body, Emily raised my chin and made to kiss me, but stopped a centimeter short of my lips. “You’re looking a little aroused,” she whispered, and her breath tingled my skin.

Automatically I leant forward to kiss her, but she anticipated it and pulled backwards just before I made contact. “No touching, brother,” she smirked.

“You’re touching me,” I said.

“Because I’m allowed to.” For emphasis, she lowered her crotch to mine and started grinding gently.