First Dance

You had hinted about it a number of times over the years, though you never pushed.  I always laughed it off.  I’ve never considered myself much of a dancer, and even in my younger days, my body certainly didn’t meet society’s definition of sex appeal.  I’ve never doubted your desire for me (as hard as it can be to comprehend at times), and our sex life is amazing, but it takes a certain kind of figure to pull that off, right?

Well, who would have thought that after two kids and more than 10 years of marriage, the seeds you planted in my mind would finally start to take root?  I began mulling over the idea.  Was it really so crazy?  I knew from our many intimate conversations how visual your mind is.  I knew that it would return to images of me in this outfit or that position, and I knew how it turned you on.  How thrilling would it be to give you a performance you’d never forget?  To add to your provocative cache of mental images of me?

My heart raced a little as I pulled up a private browsing window on my laptop and typed in “how to do a striptease for your husband.”  I was pleasantly surprised by the number of practical tips I could find—what to wear, simple moves, song choices, reminders to take it slow and really drag out the tease.  It didn’t take long for “Maybe I should try it” to turn into “I can’t wait until he sees this!”

Over the next few weeks, I scoured the internet for just the right song.  I pulled together the perfect outfit mostly from what I already had, though I did order some black stilettos and a new G-string for the occasion.

When I had everything ready, I began to practice.  Man, that was the hardest part.  Not because I had a lot to learn when it came to sexy stripper moves, but because every time I’d sneak into our room and lock the door, with you at work and the kids occupied, I’d instantly feel the anticipation begin to build.  I’d feel myself begin to ache for you, and I’d feel that familiar, slippery tingle between my legs as I put everything on and eyed myself in the mirror.  It was a burning I knew would not be satisfied just then, no matter how tempted I was to slip my own fingers down into the inviting warmth.  I knew even if I indulged myself, it wouldn’t really satisfy me the way I wanted—the way you do.

My arousal would grow as I’d listen to my song of choice over and over again, practicing where I would walk and the seductive ways I would bend to give you all the right views.  I imagined your eyes on me, taking it all in, cementing me in your memories.  I found myself wondering about all the contours and intricacies of my body that you have memorized, the body I share with only you.  Could you see the hunger in my eyes when you pictured me? I wondered if you knew how deeply I wanted you.

With thoughts of you filling my mind, I practiced the way my hands would slide across my body, drawing your attention to all the places I knew you longed to feel and taste.  I practiced how I would move in for a quick brush against your body before slipping back out of reach.  I figured out how and when to free each item from my body until nothing remained but the heels, and I fantasized about how you would take me after I’d had my fun teasing!  Oh, if only you were here to take me now…

I ultimately caved and decided to surprise you on a night that fell days before I had originally planned.  The anticipation was too much; I simply could not wait another minute!  I made you put on a blindfold before I led you to the bed and told you not to move from your spot.  Then I turned on the music and kissed and caressed your body a moment before pulling off the blindfold and stepping away.

I stood before you in attire that could almost pass for professional were it not for heels that were just a little too high, a skirt that was just a little too short, and a button-down blouse that was just a little too tight.  One of your ties hung around my neck, and I had pulled my hair up loosely in a clip that wouldn’t be there long.

Realizing where my surprise was headed, you trembled slightly with anticipation as I felt the music pull me into its rhythm.  Sliding the knot free from the tie and pulling it from my neck, I draped it around you and drew you in for a quick, passionate kiss before pushing you away.  I slipped a few buttons out of their holes and, swaying with the music, fingered the edges of my cleavage.  After finishing the remaining buttons, I pulled the blouse off and tossed it aside, revealing my racy bra.  I gave my head a little shake as I released the clip and let my hair fall across my bare shoulders.  Then, sitting down in front of you on a small stool, I spread my legs wide while running my hands along them, giving you a preview of the tiny swatch of fabric covering my slit.

I got back to my feet and spent some time fingering the waistband of my skirt, occasionally sliding my hand down inside the front, moaning softly as I let my finger circle my clit a few times before returning to the edge of the fabric.  Finally, turning away from you, I bent over and slipped it from my hips.  I heard you groan as you fought back the urge to break my rule and end the dance prematurely.  As I turned around and caught your eyes in mine, I smiled coyly, enjoying the state of constrained desire I had you in.

After a few more moments of dancing, I began to play with my bra.  I pulled the straps down and back up again, making you wait for it.  I ran my hand beneath the fabric the way you so often do and cupped my breast.  When I was finally ready, I turned away from you again before unhooking the back and letting the bra fall to the floor.  I gripped the base of my neck with both hands before turning to face you, so my breasts were still mostly hidden behind my arms.  Closing my eyes and losing myself in the music, I moved my hands down and squeezed my breasts again before continuing to draw them down my body, giving you a full view.

By the time I finally slipped off the last tiny item and carefully stepped out of the strings, you really looked ready to burst, but I wasn’t quite done.  Leaning against the wall, I slowly slid down to a crouched position and balanced naked in black stilettos, legs spread before you.  With one hand, I stretched myself open while the other began to roam, traveling from my clit to stroke deep inside and back again.  I could hear you breathing heavily as you watched intently, wishing it was you giving me such pleasure.

As the song came to an end and switched to the next on the playlist, I was at last ready to let you in on the action.  Pressing me down onto the bed, you kissed me deeply before making your way down my body.  I gasped as you took my nipples into your mouth, one after the other.  Continuing downward and settling right where I needed you, it didn’t take long for your warm tongue to work its magic, flooding me with orgasmic delight.  Then I took you into me fully, savoring the electrifying feeling of you stroking in and out of me.  When you collapsed at last, completely spent, we stayed intertwined and rested in pure bliss as our heart rates and breathing slowly returned to normal.