THE TURQUOISE BLUE
THE TURQUOISE BLUE
All too soon it was her turn, and as she listened to opening bars of Usher’s Love in This Club she smiled. She had a routine worked out for that track. All she had to do was adapt it. The words would do half her work for her. Let’s hope Rick was listening to the words and not completely switched off. She began by standing in front of Rick as though she was searching for someone and then smiled that killer smile when she caught his eye. She snaked towards him, turned away and looked over her shoulder.
The high heels of her boots lengthened the appearance of her legs and pushed her butt up and out. When she had first put on the boots in the seclusion of her bedroom in Doncaster, she couldn’t believe what a difference they made, but she had to remove them for what she had in mind now. Slowly she bent over to unzip each boot and peeled them down before stepping out of them, all done with her back to him making sure he got a tempting view.
Turning back slowly she stood akimbo with her legs straddling his and slowly lowered herself onto his knee. Lifting one leg she hooked her ankle behind his neck and lent back seductively touching her own breasts, lingering over the nipples. Those Pilates classes at the gym had paid off; she could move her legs almost effortlessly into positions that most girls could only dream of. She moved her finger to her mouth and sucked it pushing it in and out with the rhythm of the music.
As she sat up again her leg glided down his arm, slowing teasing him as it passed his crotch, and back to the floor. She stood and turned, letting him get a good look at her legs no longer encased in the long black boots and gently lowered herself back onto his knee this time facing away from him. Mike had said sex ‘as near as dammit’ and that’s what she was going to give him. She moved her butt back towards his body, checking that she had his full attention, and boy did she have his attention. He shifted in his seat, no doubt trying to accommodate his growing bulge.
She stood again and bent to touch her toes, opening her legs so she could see him and keep that eye contact, slowly lifting herself and looking over her shoulder again. And all the time the music was playing and the lyrics were pounding into his brain: ‘I wanna make love in this club, In this club, In this club, In this club. I wanna make love in this club, In this club, In this club, In this club.’
And as she lowered herself onto him again she could feel him tense slightly as he tried to maintain his composure. She gently lifted and lowered gradually increasing the pace.
Sally was on fire, and Rick didn’t stand a chance. And Sally knew exactly what she
was doing. She was torturing him. He had to sit on his hands and just allow it
to happen. He was not allowed to touch her, and she could do what she wanted to
him. What a turn-
‘Wow,’ said Carrie afterwards. ‘You almost had me going there. I thought you said you’d never done this before.’
‘I haven’t,’ said Sally. ‘I was making it up as I went along.’
‘Well, you could have fooled me. And by the look of it I think Rick liked it as well.’
Sally glanced over to where Rick and Mike were sitting with number 9 patiently waiting to perform for Rick. Rick was whispering to Mike and Mike roared with laughter before getting up and changing places with Rick.
‘Sorry to keep you waiting, darlin’,’ he said to number 9. ‘Slight change of plan. Rick must be getting too old for this.’
Sally smiled. It had never really occurred to her just how enjoyable this could be.