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RIA

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"I have to warn you," I said, tying the robe tight around my waist. "I didn't plan on doing a striptease this weekend so I don't exactly have the most appropriate attire." I was in the downstairs bathroom gearing up. I quickly dabbed on some makeup, enough to make myself look just trashy enough to pull off the whole stripper vibe, then tossed my hair around a bit.

"That's OK," Connor said from the living room. "I don't care what you put on as long as it comes off."

I too a deep breath and stepped out into the room.

"That'll do," Connor said. He took a sip from his glass of eggnog then placed it on the table beside him.

I sorted through my phone until I found the song I was looking for then hit Play. Soft Latin music began streaming from the device.

"Oh, mi amore," Connor said in just about the worst accent I could imagine. "I don't know if I made the right choice. Let me see. Give me a twirl."

I smiled at him then twirled around graciously. The robe fluttered up with the motion, exposing the tops of my thighs and maybe even a bit of my tanned, bare buttocks.

"That'll definitely do," Connor said with an approving nod.

I walked slowly over to him, making sure to add a bit of swing to my hips with each step. I twirled once again, then looked seductively into his eyes. When I got to him I straddled him. His hands instantly went to my bare thighs and slid up and down the silky smooth flesh. I ground myself against him, feeling the erection beneath me.

"Jesus, Ria," he moaned. "This is incredible."

"We're just getting started, baby," I said.

I grabbed his hands and guided them under my robe to the curve of my ass. As we kissed, his finger slid down between my cheeks, rubbing across the thin stretch of fabric that creased them. I jumped in his lap at the sensation. He smiled at my reaction.

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SHANE

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"WOOHOO!" Tracy yelped. She placed her fingers in her mouth and let out a whistle that rang through the open floorplan and high vaulted ceilings.

"I haven't even started yet," I told her with a laugh. I had just entered the master bedroom in a robe, my swim cap, and a pair of goggles. I realized that I'd left them in my suitcase from a previous trip and figured they'd be a fun, light-hearted touch to the current events.

I tried to bring up the music app on my phone but the goggles made it difficult to see and I ended up dropping it on the ground.

"Good start," Tracy giggled. I pulled my goggles up briefly from my eyes and turned on a song. It had to be "Pour Some Sugar On Me." There didn't seem to be any other option. "Oh my god," Tracy giggled again as the first notes of the song hit.

"You need to stop laughing at me," I told her. "This is hard enough."

"Sorry, sorry," she said, straightening up in the armchair she was seated in.

"I already had a lot of respect for you doing what you did, but now? I don't even know how to start."

"Just dance, dummy," Tracy said. Her giggle was actually the only thing keeping me at ease. I put the phone down, closed my eyes, took a deep breath and, internally, said, "fuck it". My hips started moving, my legs followed, then my arms. I want to say it was a real Magic Mike performance but there is a good chance it was more Napoleon Dynamite.

"There you go!" Tracy said. She clapped her hands. Her encouragement, however forced it probably was, gave me a bit of ease. I began twisting, turning, swinging the robe belt around and Tracy grew more excited with each ridiculous movement.

I turned away from Tracy then opened the robe, extending the sides as far as they could go then quickly closed it and turned back around.

"Oh, come on!" Tracy shouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said. "Did you want to see what is under there?" Tracy bit her lip and nodded.

I stood up tall and proud and ripped open the robe.

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Connor grabbed the tie to my robe and began to pull. I quickly stopped him.

"Naughty boy," I told him. I pressed my finger lightly to his nose then trailed it all the way down his chin to his chest, continuing to his lap before I pulled away and stood up. I took hold of the tie as I took a few steps back then twirled around while pulling the robe open. When I completed the full 360 turn, the robe had swung open and slumped down around my elbows.

"My god," Connor said. I was standing in a matching black bra and thong. The bra was thin, nearly shear, and the darkness of my nipples pressed through. It was cut low and held my tits up high. My cleavage jiggled with even the slightest movement. The thong was thin and left little to the imagination.

"Like what you see?" I asked. I twirled once more, causing the robe to slide the rest of the way off. Connor nodded in excitement. "Good," I said as I strode toward him, exaggerating my hip movements to the fullest before settling back on his lap.

"Oh yea." Connor had that look again, the one of a starving jungle cat, as he stared at my chest. I placed both hands on the back of the couch behind him, moving my chest to mere inches from his seemingly drooling lips. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

"Mmmph," I groaned, biting my lip as I slid myself forward on his lap, grinding my pussy over his bulge. Connor's lips brushed lightly against the meat of my cleavage.

I was through teasing him. I reached down and began unbuckling his belt then I felt his hand grab mine, stopping me. I looked up at him and he stared back at me with a sympathetic look.

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SHANE

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I had no idea what I was doing. I was barely even thinking as I began to swing my arms around, mimicking a back-stroke. Tracy kept hooting and hollering as I turned around on my tip-toes, all while trying to flex every muscle in my upper body.

Suddenly the song ended, leaving us in silence. For a moment, the awkwardness returned. But I took it as a sign to speed things up. But first, I had to tease Tracy just a bit more.

"Well, I guess that's it," I said. I went to put my robe back on.

"What?" Tracy gasped. "No way. That's no fair."

"Why is that?"

"You still have clothes on."

"Oh yea," I said. I pulled my swim cap off then my goggles. I tossed them to Tracy.

"No," she said, tossing the accessories to the side. "You know what I mean." She looked directly at my speedo.

"Oh these?" I said. "I thought this was supposed to be like last time. And last time, in order for me to get you to take off clothes, I had to remove clothes, so..." I raised my eyebrows at her expectantly.

"Oh, no no no," Tracy said, wagging her finger. "I'm sorry but this is not quite the same. This is a sentence remember? A punishment. You don't get rewarded."

I laughed but then I realized she was serious. "So does that mean?"

Tracy shook her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "Just the dance."

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I couldn't believe it. I felt guilty, feeling deprived even though I'd already cum three times that day - twice from Connor's amazing tongue. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to see him naked again. I wanted to touch him.

"Ok, then," I said. I gave him a devilish grin then got up off his lap. I grabbed the robe and rummaged around in the inside pockets before I found what I was looking for - a sleep mask.

"No fair," Connor said as I lowered the mask over his eyes. I ran my hands down his chest then to his thighs and knees then I turned around, shaking my ass inches from his face.

"No peaking!" I commanded, then I grabbed his hands and placed them back on my hips. I swung my hips side to side in rhythm with the music as he groped the flesh of my bare ass cheeks. I guided his fingers to my thong and, just as we had done hours earlier, slid the small piece of lingerie down my leg.

"Goddamn," Connor groaned. I turned to make sure he wasn't sneaking a look. The mask was still settled over both his eyes. I backed up, pushing my naked ass into his chest then dropped it down, sitting with my full weight on his crotch. Connor's hands gripped the sides of my hips, guiding me along his bulging pants.

"Fuck, Ria," he moaned. My eyes fell on his bulge. It looked so big, so ready to burst. I bit my lip as I imagined him exploding inside me.

I moved Connor's strong hands up my sides to my breasts. He squeezed them through the thin material of my bra.

"Yes," I said, though I quickly tried to stifle any evidence that I was enjoying this as much as he was.

Connor pinched my nipples. My hips grinded his lap.

"Oh god, yes," Connor groaned. I spun around and straddled him, wrapping his arms around my back and pressing his face into my tits.

"Yesss," he moaned. I could hear the pleasure in his voice and it drove me mad. I couldn't handle it.

"Fuck," I groaned. "Fuck."

"Yes, baby," Connor said.

I reached behind my back, my hand struggling to undo the clasp of my bra as my body twitched with arousal. Finally I snapped the thing free. The straps fell from my shoulders, the only thing holding the cups up was the force of Connor's face. I grabbed the mask and pulled it off, tossing it theatrically over my head. My bra dropped between us.

For a moment, he didn't even notice that I had discarded the mask. His eyes were closed as he continued sucking and licking at my bare breasts. Finally, he pulled himself away.

Connor's eyes lit up as the thoughts of his imagination became real.

"Oh fuck, Ria." Connor looked at my breasts, then back to me, then back down to my breasts, finally settling at my eyes. "I want to fuck you so bad."

"Oh yea," I breathed, my heart pounding. Jesus, would I let him? If he pulled his cock out right now could I resist dropping my steaming pussy down on it and riding him on the couch until we both erupted? We had boundaries, we knew we had boundaries. But I was beginning to wonder if all it would take to tear down those boundaries was someone making one simple decision.

Suddenly, the music stopped. I got up from Connor's lap and grabbed my scattered lingerie. Connor's expression turned from ravenous beast to puppy who just had its favorite toy taken away.

"Looks like that concludes our show."

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Looks like I'd have to think on my feet. I quickly grabbed my phone and put on another song. Seven Nation Army. Not perfect, but it would have to do. I took a deep breath, settling my nerves for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last five minutes, then began dancing.

I started with a slow, rhythmic bounce to the steady drum beat then burst into a full rock n' roll, head-banging fury when the chorus kicked in. I gyrated my hips, thrusting to the point where Tracy couldn't tell if I was playing my air guitar or fucking it.

The song mellowed back out and I took the opportunity to move closer to Tracy, who had her hands on her mouth in an effort to not laugh. She was fighting it, though, and couldn't contain the giggle that escaped her mouth as I danced seductively toward her. I placed both hands on the armrests of the chair and leaned over her, making sure she was staring at my crotch as I rolled my hips back and forth. I pressed my crotch to her breasts, squishing them through the thick, fleece sweater she was wearing.

"Oh yea!," Tracy shouted.

I pulled away and took a few steps back, turning to the side and thrusting my ass in her direction.

"Wooh!," she gasped again.

I spun around behind her then pulled my speedo off.

"Oh my god," she giggled as I lowered it in front of her face. She turned to try to see me right as the chorus kicked in again. I tossed the speedo in the air, eliciting a yelp as I jumped back out in front of her. I shook my ass at her, teasing her for one last instant before I spun around, giving her the full glory.

Tracy lit up. Her hands went to the side of her face as if she had just seen her favorite teen pop star in person on the street. As the riff grew more wild I got a spark of inspiration. As graciously as I could make it look, I jumped up onto the bed, once again thrusting and air guitar-ing, then jumped from the bed, landing right in front of Tracy as the chorus caved away and the drum beat took over. She was mesmerized.

Slowly I crept forward, pacing myself so that I stopped right in front of Tracy, placing my hands on both sides of the chair as the chorus came crashing back in. I thrust my hips in rhythm, swinging my cock closer with each thrust until it was a mere inch from Tracy's face.

Her eyes widened. Her lips began to part. Then the song ended.

"Well I hope that lived up to expectations."

Tracy gulped and nodded.