Put on a show

Leanne wanted to keep as much distance between her and the old man as she could. "Would... Would you like me to, um, dance for you?" she asked timidly.

A sick grin spread across the round face of the perverted old man. "That will do nicely." he smirked. "For now." Leanne didn't like how ominous the last part sounded but gave as sweet a smile as she could muster before getting to work.

She peeled off the tattered remains of her vest top and slid it down her shoulders before allowing it to drop to the floor. With just her soft white underwear remaining the young woman began to dance as seductively as possible for the focused old man. His eyes never left her form as she strutted around his room. Twisting and bending, allowing him to see every inch of her tight young body.

Leanne would normally have enjoyed doing something so sexual but the sensation of the creepy pensioner's gaze burning into her flesh was too much to ignore. It was all she could do not to make a run for it.

"So sexy!" growled Mr. Richardson as intently watched her movements. "Now about showing me something more."

"What.. What did you have in mind?" asked Leanne, already fearing that she knew the answer.

"I want to see more of that sexy little body of yours," he replied seedily. "Why don't you get rid of that underwear."

With her skin starting to crawl Leanne reluctantly reached back and unhooked her bra. Slowly she slid the straps down her smooth skin and slid her hands inside the cups to cover her young breasts. As the garment dropped to the floor Leanne slowly moved her hands away, revealing her pert tits to the dirty old man.

His grin was even wider now. He almost fell off the bed as he strained forward **** to be closer. As she watched him lick his lips Leanne was left standing before the dirty old man in nothing but her white lace panties and red pumps.

"Incredible!" he exclaimed softly. "Now... Come closer so I can see that hot sexy body properly."