She had him put some music on the stereo and they danced awhile. She deliberately turned him on by pressing her belly against his cock. Yes, she could feel it. Poor Stanley had a hard-on again. She giggled as he kissed her. When he put his hands on her tits she let him do it.

"Christ, you turn me on," he said. "Are you going to be nice to me?"

"I'd rather fuck you," he said.

"I'm not promising."

He groaned. "You never want to fuck."

"Stanley, that's not true. Anyway, you know how I am. If you don't like it, we don't have to see each other any more."

"Oh Jesus!"

"I thought you liked doing that to me."

"I do like it, but I like to fuck also."

"Well, do that first and we'll see what happens."

He finally agreed. She patted his face and said he could help get her pantyhose off. She knew he liked doing that. She slipped her shoes off, raised her skirt and waited for him.

She smiled at the lust in his eyes as he gazed at the crotch of her sheer pantyhose. She knew he could see her cuntbush. That's what they all wanted. Show them some snatch and they turn to jelly. Like Stanley. How easy he was.

He went down on his knees to get his fingers at the waistband of her pantyhose. He peeled the nylon down, and when her belly was uncovered, he pushed his nose at her cuntbush and sniffed at her.

She let him stay there a moment with his face pressed against her crotch, and then she pushed at his head and told him to get on with it. When he finally had her pantyhose off, she slipped her feet back into the spike heels and teased him by letting her skirt drop to cover her body again.

"Darling, I'd like another drink."