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060 :: Lessons in erotic dance
Naomi woke before her alarm. She looked at the bold red numbers floating above her head for half a minute. She got up. The light in the bathroom lit dimly as a night light. Naomi splashed water on her face. Brushed her teeth. Pulled her hair into a single tie. Lubricated her sex. Lubricated her arse.
She took her Skroll with her to the kitchen. Naomi looked out the window at the garden. At the mist rising from the Thames catching the early light. Her alarm buzzed.
Naomi prepared the coffee. She looked up the stairs as the steam whistled. She finished preparing. She finished cleaning. She waited a minute before going up the stairs.
Diane was awake. Looking at the door. She pulled her duvet back when she saw Naomi. Her hand slipped to her groin. Naomi placed the coffee on the bedside table. Diane held out her arms to welcome Naomi.
Naomi held a finger up. Wait a moment. She touched her finger to her lips. Traced down her neck. She mouthed AH while her finger traced a line between her breasts. Over her stomach. She mouthed OH as her finger stopped at her pubic hair. She closed her eyes. She breathed deeply. She started to sway like she was listening to her favourite song. Her hips wiggled then moved in small circles. She turned to the side. LIfted her hands over her head. She bent her knees. She gyrated lower and lower. She turned back to Diane. Her bent knees touched the ground. She raised her groin up to Diane. Wiggling, gyrating, arching her back.
Oh yes baby. That is so hot. (Diane)
Diane’s fingers moved faster. Slipping in and out of her cunt. Naomi stretched her hands down to where her knees knelt on the carpet. She slid her hands up her legs, passed her groin, up to her breasts.
Oh god. That turns me on so much. Watching your body move. Watching you show your little pussy to me. (Diane)
Naomi reached one hand behind her. She started masturbating with the other. Slowly pinching the outer lips. Playing with them. Teasing them. Her eyes never leaving Diane’s.
The way you move for me is so intense. So beautiful. Your dance is making me think about our chat yesterday. Our beginning. Your dance makes me feel like I am young again. Just moving my body because the music made me move. Just dancing for the joy of dancing. I danced to seduce John once. Wiggles my little arse like you are wiggling your pussy. It was not his thing. He is not a subtle man. But let me tell you about dancing for James. They were friends when I met them. For a while I thought I would end up with James. But John was better. We made a powerful team. Look where we are. But James. James was sensual. James liked to watch me dance so I did a salome. I wore thin scarves so I could slide them over my body like Salome’s dance of seven veils. I would reveal a little more to him and he would lie back on the chair. Or on the bed like I am now. His legs spread like mine. Rubbing his hard cock through his trousers. One day I stripped completely. Then I freed his cock and we fucked. That was the hottest sex. Then every time I wanted him I just let him know with a little dance. And I would come. Oh fuck would I come. (Diane)
Diane’s eyes were closed. She was rocking herself to an orgasm. A loud messy orgasm.
Diane reached for Naomi. Pulled her into a cuddle.
My first time involved dancing. With the au pair. When au pairs looked after children. The au pair was for Phoebe. She is five years younger than me. My parents were so progressive they had a male au pair. He was beautiful. French. I was besotted with him. I was too young for him really. I sat in my room writing stories of fucking him in my notebook. It was pink. Fluffy. Stories of him deflowering me. That kind of stupid language. Anyway. MTV was on all the time. I copied the dances. He would watch me. I saw him watching me. I stripped down a little. Like the singers in their sparkling outfits and me in my swimsuit. Or tiny skirt. I danced as close to him as I could pretending it was an accident. I practiced in the mirror. I made sure I flashed him. One day Phoebe was sick in bed. My parents were out. He joined in my dance. My ass against his cock. I remember the excitement of pressing my ass against his cock. I stripped off my shirt. My skirt. He took off his T. His hands on my waist. Under my trainer bra. I stripped it off. Then my knickers went. White with pick trim. I remember those knickers well. Held them in my hand all the time. He laid me on the sofa. All gentle like I had written in my journal. This is how you want it. He said those words to me. Oui, mes chéris, oui. Then he fucked me. It was sore. Just sore. Nothing else. I never cried. I never said anything. We got dressed quickly. I continued to dance for him. We did not fuck again. We talked a lot. One day he admitted he was fucking my mum. I was damn furious but I never said anything. Not a thing. I get it now. I did not get it then. (Diane)
John came up the stairs. They both turned to him. He crossed the room. He ignored Naomi. Like she was not there. He parted Diane’s legs. Looked at her pussy for a moment. Pushed his cock straight into her cunt. No words. Diane said nothing. She closed her eyes. Ran her fingers through his hair. Down his back.
Naomi left the room.
