The dance

"Close the door, then dance back to me." John ordered, still not believing what was happening, but wanting to explore without being noticed. Jenny just nodded and went to the door, closing it. The noise from outside ceased, but that made it only more surreal for John. And even more as Jenny danced back to him, whirling and stepping as if lead by a invisible partner while doing a waltz. As she arrived back at him, she even dropped a curtsy. Her face was deep red, her mouth tried to say something, to protest, but failed. John's face was red also, but for different reasons, and he licked his lips.

"Remove your panties, Jenny, but without showing your pussy. Then whirl around like as you danced, three times." John ordered he. To his delight, Jenny just nodded, then lowered her black panties without raising her skirt too much. Her head was an unhealthy scarlet now. She let her silken black drop on the floor, then started to whirl a round, then another and the third. Her skirt raised in the air, and John tried to glimpse her pussy whenever it went his way. He could guess she was unshaved, and black-haired, but couldn't see details of course due to Jenny's speed.

John licked his lips again, then lifted her panty and put it in his bag. Jenny protested weakly, still out of breath, but didn't stop him of course. He smirked at her. She had annoyed him time and again, now it was his turn for ****. What could he do now? He wanted to proceed slowly, very slowly...