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Rachel and David had been dating for a few months and things were going well. The sex was great; they were both adventurous and willing to try new things. Lately, Rachel had taken an interest in stripping, and wanted to try it out. One evening, Rachel planned to show off her newly learned skills. She dressed herself in a thin black tank top, and blue hot pants that showed off the curves of her ass perfectly. She let her chestnut hair fall down her back. Her simple, but sexy black stiletto heels polished off the look. “I have a surprise for you.” She took David’s hand and led him to the chair in the center of the room, gesturing for him to sit down. “Go ahead, get comfortable.” He slouched down on the chair, his hands at his sides. He knew what the surprise was, and he was eager for the performance to begin. She dimmed the lights and pressed play on her I-pod. The slow, sensuous beat filled the room. She took a deep breath, before turning on her heels, facing David. She closed her eyes and let the music take over, her body seemed to be moving without her telling it to. She took small, slow steps forward, running her hands up and down her, imagining they were David’s strong hands caressing her. She pushed her breasts etimesgut escort together for a moment before trailing her hands back down her sides. She brushed back her hair and traced her jawline, then let her hands fall to her chest, down her abdomen, and linger on her pelvis. Her hands didn’t stop roaming her body. When she was close enough to her man, she circled around the chair, her hand grazing his chest and shoulders. She stood behind him, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “There is only one rule. I can touch you, all I want,” she said seductively, “but you cannot touch me. If you touch me, I’ll have to punish you.” She stood up straight and continued her dance. She came back around to the front of him, and bent forward at the waist, placing her hands on his knees. She pushed his legs open, and then ran her hands up his thighs, getting teasingly close to his crotch. His eyes were glued to her cleavage that was in front of his face. She lifted her leg and placed her stiletto-clad foot between his open legs, turning her heel so that he would have a great view of her legs. She touched her soft and smooth skin, her fingertips lightly tracing the length of her legs. Her hand inched eryaman escort up her thigh, and she found herself rubbing her pussy. She closed her eyes and rubbed herself through her shorts. Her lips parted as a small sigh escaped her lips. When she opened her eyes, David was staring back at her, his eyes hungry with desire. She smiled, and moved her hand away. She took her foot off of the chair and turned around. She threw her hair behind her shoulders. Slowly, she bent over, her body at a right angle, wiggling her tight ass in front of him. She straightened her body and faced him again. She straddled his hips and slowly ground her hips onto him. She rotated and pivoted her hips, making small circles and figure 8’s on his hardening crotch. She wrapped her legs around the legs of the chair, and let herself fall back, arching her back and pushing her breasts out. Her thick hair cascaded down her shoulders, tickling his knees. She brought herself back and continued her grinding. Suddenly, his hands were on her hips, and she felt him grinding back onto her. Rachel abruptly stopped her movements and got off of him. Without a word, she walked across the room, leaving him stunned and confused. sincan escort She returned with a silk scarf. “David, you broke the rules. Now I have to tie your hands,” she said firmly. She took both of his arms, and placed them behind the chair. She quickly bound his hands with the scarf, tying the knot tight. She mussed his hair. “If you do it again, I’m going to have to blindfold you.” He nodded in understanding. She continued her dance as if nothing happened. She loved the feeling of control, knowing how much he wanted her and he couldn’t have her. Not yet, at least. With her back toward him and a leg on each side of the chair, she slowly lowered herself onto him, her hands sliding down her thighs as she did so. She pressed her ass onto his bulge, grinding on it. She knew she was making him so horny. She let her head rest on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his neck. He felt her warm breath on his skin. She slid down his body and let herself hit the floor. She stretched her legs out, and flipped onto her stomach. She pushed herself up on her hands. Her head was in between his legs, she wondered if she should massage his hard member through his pants, or give it a gentle kiss. She pushed her butt upward in a downward-dog style, and walked her hands back so that she was touching her toes. She lifted herself up and began the strip tease. She crossed her arms over her belly, pinching the fabric of her tank top, and slowly pushed it up, before taking it off and tossing it across the room.