Angie debated slipping the tights and knit top off to let him see more, then decided to wait. Besides, it would be more exciting to have him tear them off her. She shivered at the thought of his hot hands ripping the soft material, of his eager mouth kissing her trembling body.
Angie slowed her dance as the mood of the music changed. She moved with even more sensuous ease about the floor. Her hands came up over her hips, caressing and stroking her lean, lithe body. She moved them up and around her boobs. Lovingly, she fingered the breathtaking curves of her tits. Slowly she pulled them out forward, then pressed them together as she turned to face the figure hidden in the shadows. She danced slowly for a minute, undulating her hips, fondling her tits for his benefit.
As the music returned to its more rapid tempo, she swung away from him and tauntingly twisted her delicious body about the room. She heard the pant in his breathing she had left behind. She felt the slow motions as he pumped his cock, readying it for her.
Her cunt was wet, now. Her cunt-juice had been flowing for some time. Little electric sparks of delight were already pulsing through her twat. She whirled back to face her visitor, this time thrusting her pussy at him, the lips of her cunt obscenely outlined against her tights. Angie's hands slowly stroked about her cunt as her hips revolved rapidly to the music.
She slipped a finger between her cunt-lips and drew it suggestively back and forth. Her body leaped into flame at the touch against her clit. She pulled her upper arms inward, forcing her boobs forward again. Her breathing came in irregular pants as she anticipated his finger doing this to her, as she knew his cock would be doing shortly.