The lapdance

“Did I earn my reward, detective?” the host asked, once again flashing his charming smile.

“I believe you did, Mr Bradford,” I replied, matching his tone and expression, “just remember - no touching,” I added.

I took one more sip of my drink, stood up and fixed my skirt, because it had hiked up once again. The fake modesty was important before a lap dance, just a tiny addition of teasing. While I did that Bradford pushed his couch back to offer me more space. In slow deliberate steps I walked around the table swaying my hips to the sides. Of course I could just perform a short half-hearted lap dance and not bother with its quality, but when I did something I always wanted to do it properly. I had performed lap dances in the past and I was aware that they could be entertaining to both sides, even in such unusual circumstances.

I approached the host, spread my legs slightly and began to sway my body in front of him; I maintained the activity for several seconds, he scanned my body from head to toe. I made a step forward, so that his legs were now between mine, I continued to sway my body sensually. I kept my arms by my sides and moved them in rhythm, but did not touch my body just yet. I bent my knees and squatted down until my skirt touched Bradford’s legs, I danced in that position for a moment, then straightened back up. I pushed Bradford’s legs apart and stepped between them; slowly, step by step, I turned around. I bent forward until my torso was perpendicular to my legs; my skirt still covered my buttocks, but only barely. I slapped one of them playfully, the sound on the leather was surprisingly loud; then I straightened back up. I was certain that he had sneaked a glance at my white lace panties. I once again began to sway my body to the unheard music; this time I was also slowly roaming my hands over my curves. With my back still turned toward Bradford I bent my knees and began to lower my buttocks towards his lap; I stopped right before the fabrics of our clothes touched. I continued to sway my body and occasionally rubbed my booty slightly over the man’s crotch; I could not feel it yet, but I was certain that he had an erection.

After several moments, acting upon an impulse, I pushed my ass into Bradford’s crotch. Through our clothes I could feel his hard cock, it seemed to be quite sizable. I wiggled my booty and sensed the penis twitch in response, I could hear the man’s breathing becoming heavier as well; he had asked for a larger bite than he could swallow and I was now toying with him.