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The Mirror Dancer

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The Mirror Dancer by Bill#8220;Denise” was, to say the least, different. At 5’9” and about 130lb, she was attractive and very well built. She also liked to show off her body. You could look (sometimes) but you couldn’t touch (ever). Well, mostly ever. My apartment was on the upper side near the swimming pool and she lived “down the Hill” in an apartment which backed against a wooded area. She loved to lay out by the pool and since I was closer, she would bring a few beers up to put in my refrigerator and would use my apartment if she needed bathroom facilities. I, of course, enjoyed watching her as she lay out in her small bikini. I learned early on that she had a bad experience in her younger years and altho I could look, I couldn’t touch except for a couple of rare instances she allowed me to breach her defenses. I was in my apartment one evening watching TV and relaxing with a cold beer. Denise came up in her bikini and got a beer and asked if I was going to the pool. I hadn’t had supper yet and asked if she wanted to get a pizza and go to the pool later; she said that would be OK. I called the pizza delivery people then decided to make a quic the store. I got back just as the pizza-delivery guy was getting into his car to leave. He had a somewhat flustered look about him; I learned later that Denise had answered his knock topless. It was quite a shock to his young eyes. She had a good laugh telling me about it and I got a hard-on visualising it. I set up a TV tray in the den and opened the pizza. I turned the TV off and put on a couple of blues albums (yes, round, vinyl played on a turntable) and went to put on my lounging shorts and t-shirt. We ate some pizza, drank some more beer and listened to the music. I could tell she was getting a little mellow. As the evening progressed, she got up and began to dance along with the music. I watched for a few minutes then went to a hall closet and got a full-length mirror I hadn’t gotten around to hanging. I placed the mirror against the wall and angled it so she could watch herself as she danced. I don’t know what inspired me to do that but I was amply rewarded for it. As she danced and bumped and slowly carressed her body in time with the music, I sat back in my recliner and enjoyed the show. My shorts were old cut-off blue jeans with the leg seams ripped out so they fit rather loosely. I, naturally, hardened very quickly and because of the way the shorts were cut, my dick and balls had full freedom to “fall out”. Denise opened the clasp on her bikini top and allowed her breasts to move freely under the material. I could see her nipples stiffen as the material caressed them. She squatted in front of the mirror, swaying gently to the music and slowly caressed the insides of her thighs, each time bringing her hands closer to her crotch. Just before she touched herself, she stood up and turned her back to the mirror, watching over her shoulder as she ran her hands down under the waist band and squeezed her buttocks, lifting and seperating them then slowly releasing and turning to face the mirror, she removed her hands from her butt and in doing so pulled the waist band to fall under her ass-cheeks fully exposing them for my viewing pleasure. I was glad I had selected an album with a lot of slow “soulful” blues for her to dance to. She slowly traced the exposed top of her bush and let her hands slide down over her mound to rest on the tops of her thighs with her thumbs inside the legs openings. At this point, the record stopped and as I turned it over, I asked if she needed another beer. She drained the last of her beer as I went to the fridge for replacements. As I turned toward her she noticed for the first time that my dick was hard and throbbing in time with my pulse - and sticking fully from my cut-offs. She was a little shocked at first (she had never seen me exposed in this manner) but that lasted for only a second or two. I handed her the beer and she touched the end of my dick, smearing the pre-cum juice with her finger tip. I sat back down in my chair and she started dancing again. She looked over at me and said that it looked somewhat uncomfortable and I agreed that the shorts were cutting me a little. I said I was going to the bedroom to get into something more comfortable and she should continue what she was doing. I returned completely naked carrying a beer in one hand and my dick in the other. I sat back in my recliner and stroked my dick while she danced. In just a minute she leaned forward from the waist, allowing her top to fall off. Swaying to the music, she rubbed her nipples and gently squeezed her teats. She continued to watch herself in the mirror with an occasional look over at me. She slowly slid her hands under the waistband of her bikini bottom and dragged it down off her mound. I nearly lost my load then so I released my dick and tried to think of something else for a few seconds. She turned her back to the mirror (and me) then dropped to her knees at the same time pulling her bikini down her thighs. Watching herself, she worked the bottoms under her knees and lay stretched out on the floor and using only her legs and feet, worked the material down and off. She raised up on her hands and knees and stretched like a big cat, all the while watching herself in the mirror. I was near to busting a load and didn’t think I’d be able to hold back when she scooted around to sit on the floor in front of me and, watching my throbbing dick, asked If I had enjoyed her dancing. I assured her I had. Leaning forward slightly, she allowed first one then the other nipple to brush against the hair on my legs; this sensation further excited her and did things to me, too. She rubbed one finger between her pussy lips and then slowly licked her finger and rubbed it on the head of my dick. I told her she was going to make a big mess and she said, “I know”. She raised up on her knees and began rubbing her pussy with one hand and took my dick in her other hand. Only a couple of strokes later, I couldn’t hold it any longer. She felt my dick swell and she knew I was going to cum. She pushed my dick back toward my belly and as my cum pulsed out onto my stomach (the first shot hit the corner of my mouth and I licked it off) she drove a finger into her pussy and had her own orgasm. She pushed me back in the recliner and stretched out on top of me as we both came down from that high and caught our breath. Finally, I was able to say, “DAMN!” and she said, “yeah”. She raised up and looked me in the eye and told me she had never had an experience like that. I suggested maybe we could do it again and she agreed that would be nice. But not tonight. Neither of us had noticed but it was after one o’clock in the morning and we both had to go to work in a little while. She put my t-shirt on - it reached to just below her pussy - and carrying her bikini she walked down the hill to her apartment; I stood nude on my (unlighted) porch and watched her walk away. By the time she reached her apartment, I had another hard-on. I got into the shower and cleaned up before going to bed. I slept very good that night and woke up with a hard-on. I had to jack off before I got dressed for work. This was only the first of many “experiences” I enjoyed with ‘Nise.

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