Angie could hear him breathing in the shadows. And she twirled to the music, clad only in her skin-tight dance outfit, she felt the desire rise in him. She moved her body now in a slow, sensuous movement to let him see the symmetry of her long, slender legs. She bent her knee and pulled it slowly, slowly, up to her tits, then wiggled her ass demurely and kicked the leg straight up above her head.

The lithe blonde girl turned her back to him and slowly rotated her hips to the music of the stereo, giving him a good look at the firmness of her thighs and the pert excitement of her ass. All the girls admitted she had the most provocative ass in school. She arched her back to let it stick out more invitingly and slowly danced backward to where he hid in the shadows.

She felt the swelling of his cock, his giant cock which strained against its confinement. She heard him catch his breath at the spinning ass-cheeks thrust teasingly in his face. She heard him shuffle his feet as he fought to remain hidden, as he struggled not to rush out and grasp her, pulling her into the shadows with him.

She twirled away momentarily and turned sideways, lifting her arms, thrusting her tits into the air, giving him a full side view of her delicious little body. Angie knew she was exciting. She had no lack of male attention on those Wednesday afternoons she and the other girls were allowed to go into town for shopping. Less than twenty whistles meant a bad day. Truck drivers blowing horns and beating on the sides of their cabs in appreciation especially excited, her.

Angie bounced on her toes, letting her tits bounce saucily for her hidden observer. She was proud of those tits. It had seemed as though she'd never have anything about her waist. She'd always had a cute rump and good, straight legs.