Sash’s fingers work their way to the clasp at the front of her bra. A second later, like her T-shirt was only moments before, it’s dangling off the end of her outstretched finger. She spins it once, and then again for good measure, before she straightens her finger and lets it fly off, pinging against the glass and landing in the shadows to the side. As she bends forward, one leg kinked and positioned behind the other, to blow a kiss at her invisible admirer, Dante can hardly contain himself.
Sash does a little turn, her posture controlled, to show him the peaks of perfection she knows he’ll have been desperate to see since she began. He goes to the glass once again to see her as closely as possible, too excited to remain in one position for too long. Her tits are perfect. The nipples pink and perky, quick to spring erect as Sash works her hands over them. She plays with herself in the way she likes, and not the way she thinks he will, one hand straying often to investigate the lower part of her body before he commands her to send it there, pushing its way down her belly and disappearing underneath the elasticated fabric of her hot pants, desperate to play with what she’s hiding beneath.
She’s horny now, and it shows. Dante can’t hear her breathing peak, but he can see the flushes darkening her neck, the movements she makes across her compact frame, that speak of stolen moments years ago and memories he’s long since forgotten. If anything, he wants to join her in the booth. He wants to break down the glass and reveal himself, but he knows he can’t just yet. For now, his role is as an observer, for now, he wants to see his stepsister stripped bare, her heart and soul, and her love and desire on a silver platter, freshly served for him.
Sash teases her hot pants, pulling them down not quite far enough, before righting them again, moving her hands away completely, and starting the circuit again. She goes back to the pole, mounts it, twists her frame into a series of complex moves and then pushes herself back out onto the floor, ready to reveal herself completely.
First her hand goes inside them, between her legs, almost inside her. She’s wetter than she thought she would be, sensitive too. Her clit is swollen and gorgeous to touch. As she works her fingers around it, she feels a buzz climb through her, and peter out across her skin. For the first time, she realizes she wants to come. She realizes she wants someone to watch her do it.
“Are you ready?” she asks.
“Show me”, Dante repeats. “Slowly.”
Sash edges the fabric down gently. With each minuscule movement, Dante’s cock gets harder and harder. He is at the edge of the glass now, peering in, one hand to support himself, the other inside his pocket, stroking his thickening meat.
Sash slips the panties past her pubic bone. She moves them past her hairline and the top of her slit. Finally, she lowers them completely, bending forwards just at the moment her pussy comes into view, to hide it just that little bit longer. Dante’s mouth is open, his jaw practically scraping the floor. Sash stands up, three fingers enough to cover her sex.
She winks at him, blows a kiss with her other hand, crosses her legs into a turn so she’s facing away from him. Only then does she lift her hands away and into the air. Palms up, she turns back to show him what he’s waited years to see again. His heart leaps.
She smiles, takes a theatrical bow and then skips the two steps to the pole, excited at exciting herself, and by consequence her observer, just that little bit more. Dante wants to expose himself. His cock is practically doing that on its own anyway. He wants to show Sash what she is doing to him. For now, he makes do with satisfying himself as best he can through the fabric, keen not to come too soon anyway, before he’s had time to fully enjoy something he might not get the chance to see again.
Her pussy is more magnificent than he remembers it. Even more succulent and juicy. He can see she’s turned on too, the moisture glistening in the soft light as it begins to wet her thighs. She starts off subtly, seductively, swinging around the pole with one leg hooked around it, the other bent slightly away, close to the polished floor. After, when she believes she has teased him enough, she raises herself into the air, legs outstretched away from him, her back turned so he sees her upside down, her tits high in the air and her pussy tantalizingly out of reach. She lowers herself from this position until she’s sat on the floor, and then spins around using the pole as a backrest, to sit with her legs bent and her pussy hidden by nothing but the light shadow cast by her folded knee.
“Touch yourself”, Dante says.
Sash smiles. She pushes herself forwards onto her knees, and begins to run her hands down her body towards her pussy.
“Closer”, Dante insists. “Right next to the mirror.”
She falls into a crawling position and works her way towards the glass, her back arched up like a cat.
“Like this?”, she asks, when she’s assumed a position she thinks he’ll like.
“Closer”, he says again, his cock out of his trousers now and pressed against the glass, tantalizingly close to his stepsister’s pussy.
She has her ass as close to the glass as she can get it, and her legs rested against the mirror in a kind of V shape. Up on her elbows, she can see herself perfectly.
“Do you like that?” Sash asks, herself enjoying being able to see what she’s doing.
“Yes”, Dante says. He has left a patch of pre-cum on the glass, his cock only centimeters from his stepsister’s pussy. Careful not to excite himself too much, he begins to choke his foreskin over his swollen glans in slow, sensual movements. “Play with yourself”, he says, but Sash has already begun.
She watches herself slide a hand over her pussy, the flat edge of three fingers running across her clit briefly before descending deeper towards her hole. She would never in a million years have pictured herself doing this, nor enjoying it quite as much as she is. She has fantasized before about being the center of attention and having people watch her, much like many of her other female friends, but a fantasy was a fantasy and this was something completely different. She is wet, horny and very, very sensitive. Not only that, she has a desperate urge to continue.
“Like this”, Sash says again, this time her voice breaking a little, her fingers moving in well practiced circles around her clitoris, glancing it delicately with each gloriously movement.
“Yes”, Dante says, practically hugging the glass, his voice thick with desire.
Sash smooths her free hand over her left breast and pulls her nipple erect as she continues to stimulate her clit. Knowing he can see, she pulls her clitoral hood back to show him how turned on she is, before lowering her fingers again, sliding them purposefully along her moistened sex, and down towards her hole.
Seeing this, Dante can’t help himself. “Imagine I’m fucking you”, he whispers. “Imagine I’m pushing my way inside you.”
“Oh God”, Sash says, as she runs her finger around the edge of her hole, ready to plunge it inside herself. “That feels so good.”
Dante has let his trousers fall to his ankles, and is holding his thick meat against the glass, the crown deep purple and throbbing with desperate desire.
“Tell me what you are doing”, Sash says. “Tell me what you are doing to me.”
She rests her head back on the floor and closes her eyes, tilting her neck up. The hand that up until now had been massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples erect, slides firstly to her throat, then across the delicate structure o
f her clavicle, down her breast bone, over the taut knot of skin the makes up her belly button and on towards her clitoris. She bites her lip, desperate to feel someone else doing it to her.
“I’m ready to enter you”, Dante says. “I’m harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and I’m pressed up against your clit, rubbing myself against you.”
“More”, Sash demands, her finger still skirting the outside of her hole, trembling with need.
“I’m pressed against you, swollen hard by desire. I’m trapping you beneath me.”
Sash moans hard, one hand back again across her tits, unable to keep it still.
“More”, she demands again. She bites her finger, runs the tip along her tongue, closes her mouth around it and loses herself in it.
“I’m biting your neck, the edges of your collarbone. I’m kissing the hole there.”
“Uh-huh”,
“You pull me into you, desperate to have me inside. You want me. You need me more than you’ve ever needed anything before in your life.”
“Fuck me”, Sash says, now sliding her finger into her pussy. “Fuck me hard”, she whispers.
“I’m fucking you”, Dante says, “oh I’m fucking you.”
One finger isn’t enough to satisfy her. Almost as soon as it has disappeared inside her, she adds another. “Oh fuck”, Sash says, the words getting taken over completely by moans, dripping with dirty lust. “Oh fuck that feels so good.”
Now her other hand has descended again, and the two of them work her sex in unison, one pushing a finger either side of her clitoris, the other pushing two up inside to stimulate her G-spot with perfect, teasing thrusts. In her mind, she imagines Dante. In the security of her fantasy she loses herself completely in him.