"Oh, Foster," she said, giggling. "You're so prim and proper."
"I'm very much not prim and proper," I said.
She shifted left, rested her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes for a couple of seconds. "You feel so hard and warm," she said, and I shifted again.
If only she knew how true that comment was. I thanked the Lord inwardly as the taxi pulled over. I handed the man a hundred-dollar bill for having to listen to the conversation.
"Come on, Alice. Let's get you to the apartment."
We walked into the building, then into the elevator, and made our way out to the apartment. I opened the door and led her in, and then closed it. "Okay," I said. "Do you want help taking your clothes off before you go to bed?"
"I'm not going to bed yet." She turned to look at me. She raised her hands in the air and started dancing. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're very pretty, Alice," I said.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" she said.
I stared at her boobs bouncing up and down as she danced, and I nodded. "Let's have this conversation later," I said.
"No." She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the living room.
"Um, what are you doing?"
"I want to do something fun," she said. She pushed me down on the couch, and I stared up at her in surprise.
"Um, Alice?"
"I'm going to give you a lap dance." She winked at me.
"Um, I don't ..." I shook my head, but I wasn't sure what to say. The possibility of feeling Alice on me was something I'd imagined for a long time.
"You got your phone on you?" she said.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Play a song?"
"Um, what song?"
"Any song that has a good beat. Any song I could shake my hips to," she said, shaking her hips back and forth. "Ooh, do you have Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie'?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Go to YouTube and play it then."
"Okay," I said, nodding. I went to YouTube and put in Shakira 'Hips Don't Lie,' and the song started playing. Alice started singing along to the song, and I couldn't help but laugh as she moved her hips side to side. She lowered herself gently onto my lap, and I could feel her moving back and forth as she danced, not quite in beat to the music.
"Oh, Foster," she said, running her finger down the side of my face as she leaned forward and blew in my ear. "You know, you are so devilishly handsome." She giggled as she pulled back from me. "Will you do me a favor?"
"Um, yeah," I said, swallowing hard. I shifted in the seat. My cock was harder than it had been in months.
"Will you unzip the back of my dress for me?"
"Um, I can, but…"
"But what?"
"Is that really a good idea?" I was pretty confident that she didn't have a bra on, given how much of her breasts were exposed in the dress.