Roxanna stood naked in front of her floor length mirror studying her middle-aged body. It certainly was not perfect, but as she turned this way and that, she smiled. Her large breasts hung more than she liked, but her nipples were still quite responsive. She twisted them as she watched herself. Then her hands caressed the outline of her full figured curves down to her thighs. She bent over and laughed to see her breasts swing playfully. She had a wicked thought.
She walked out to her kitchen, past the picture windows of her flat. She doubted that anyone would even notice her nudity. Apparently no one did. She poured herself a glass of white wine, and carried it back to her bedroom.
She found her favorite oversized shirt, a white gauze shirt. She slipped it on over her shoulders. Several times she had put this on and joked that one day, she would wear it with nothing else and perhaps go to a club or something just for fun. She laughed out aloud. Tonight would be that night. She sipped the wine. She buttoned 3 buttons on her shirt/dress right around her navel. Then she found a gold chain belt and put that around her waist. This lifted the bottom of the oversized shirt to just even with the bottom of her cheeks in the back. She found her tiniest thong and adjusted it for comfort. Fortunately, her legs were a nice color naturally, so she put on some modest heels, a splash of fragrance, some long dangly earrings and did her makeup. Again, she smiled.
Her body was already hot and musky as she slid into her car. She knew just where she would go. A truck driver pulled up beside her at a traffic light, she happily showed her a breast and laughed.
There was a jazz club down by the coast where she had been once before with a wonderful Man that passed through her life. It was not unusual for women to dance nude there or in various levels of undress. As she remembered her experience there, she laughed and thought aloud, "My dress probably won't even be noticed!"
She pulled into the parking lot and found it rather crowed which she figured was a good thing. Must mean there is good music here tonight. She was right! As she walked in, she caught the eye of several men, but it was the music that got her attention immediately. She walked to the bar and ordered a white wine. She really didn't want to sit. So she got her wine and walked slowly around the room.
Her dress was beautifully revealing as it dropped open nearly to her navel then opened up again just below her navel ... to her shadowy treasure. Her slim silver chain hung temptingly between her full breasts. Hungrily, she gently pulled her shirt open even more. She took another sip of her wine. She could feel the dress tickle her bottom with every step and she knew it was partially visible.
She found a place along one side where she could hear the music and where she also had some room to dance, just a little. There was a billiard table in the rear. She occasionally looked back there to see the source of a wild call or hoot. A Man seated on a bar stool near the table seemed to be staring at her. He was well dressed with an adorable cap on his head and wisps of reddish curly hair showing from under it. He said nothing to anyone, that she saw, but also seemed to thoroughly enjoy the music.
Roxanna felt someone move up close behind her, and her heart jumped. It was nothing. A man had dropped a pencil and bent to pick it up and brushed her hip in the meantime, lifting her skirt. She was starting to feel the affects of the wine. By the third glass, she was quite nicely loosened and her body began to move in perfect time to the music, moving fluidly ... gracefully. Her eyes closed for a minute, then started open. She felt people watching her. She turned to see the Man openly staring at her. She took another sip, and turned to go and chat with Him.
"Hello, Sir" she said boldly, but felt a tiny bit shy.
"Hello, girl," He said and smiled nicely.
"The music is lovely, " she started and faded out.
"It makes you want to dance, doesn't it, girl?"
"Hah! Yes, Sir! It sure does."
"Why do you hold back then?"
"Good question, Sir. I guess I'm a bit unsure of myself. It's my first time here."
"You are lovely, lass, go and dance!"
She finished her glass and set it on the bar beside Him, pausing for a moment to look into His eyes briefly. She turned and found a spot on the floor, among the other couples, and again, closed her eyes and began to let the music sweep her away.
She quickly lost whatever self-consciousness she started with and moved erotically to the music, caressing her body, bending and using her hips to swing to the beat. The white gauze quickly began to cling to the moist flesh it barely covered as her own personal fire was kindled. It was as if she was making love to the music, or perhaps, it was doing so to her. A few people stopped their own dance and stood watching her move. Her shirt hung on her aroused nipples, and her private fire was burning openly. She continued to dance, getting more and more passionate. More people stopped to give her room. She never noticed. She moved around the room some, and people moved to allow her this freedom. At some point, she was again in front of this mysterious Man, and He deftly reached out and unbuttoned the 3 buttons of her shirt allowing it to flow more freely, but also naturally, revealing her nakedness, but she danced on undaunted.
The crowd began to cheer, "Dancing girl! Dance over here, dancing girl." Her movements became even more erotic as she cupped her breasts as if offering them to unknown gods, arching her head backward and lifting a leg skyward ... Such grace and sex all in one. Another man finally grabbed her shirt and yanked it from her. She stopped for a moment. Her body emanated raw heat, beautiful heat as her hands caressed her groin and pinched her nipples. She was a dreamy figure ... a fantasy.
She was lead by someone to the platform in the front of the room, a good size platform, where other girls occasionally danced or stripped. She stood in the center of the platform and began to move her hips with such wanton desire that four men lined up to her left. The first one leaned over backwards, inviting her to dance on his face. Her strong, muscular thighs parted and slowly she lowered herself, her hips always moving, her hands always caressing her breasts or pinching her nipples or parting her thighs more. She lowered herself onto his face and there she danced for several minutes while he enjoyed her juices. She stood and danced around the platform, then returned for the next man. Again, she beautifully lowered herself onto his eager tongue and danced there for the delight of all. She bent forward so another man could grab and squeeze her breasts, which he did with great gusto, also biting one nipple before she again rose ... her juices visible on the face of the happy chap who joined his friends. Suddenly, she simply bent over backwards in a backbend, fully open, then she elegantly pointed one toe toward heaven. It is not surprising that several men throughout the crowd felt their dicks itching to use her, some even unzipped their pants, but the Man from the rear of the room, prohibited them.
"Arise, my beautiful girl. Come, it is time to leave. You have danced passionately the erotic dance of female joy. You have made me very proud, my lovely girl. Come, where is your shirt, girl?"
"I am not sure, Sir."
"Well then, who has my girl's shirt? Ah yes, what do you want for it?"
"Can she dance on my face, too?"
"What do you say, girl, one more?"
"Yes, Sir, for your pleasure."
He motioned for the young man to come toward them. "Up on the bar, girl" he said as he helped her up there. The young man sat on the bar stool beside Him . She stood over him, parting her legs widely, and lowered her self for his enjoyment. The crowd went wild as they watched this young man eat her out while she danced for several minutes on his tongue. When, at last she lifted herself with a shiver, the crowd applauded her.
"Jump to them, my girl! They will catch you and return you to me." She did as she was commanded and jumped into the crowd. She was caught by a dozen or so people, and she thrilled at the touch of so many hands all over her hot flesh. She arched and moaned as they returned her to Him. He draped her shirt over her shoulders, tweaked her nipples lovingly, and placed his hand on her bum and escorted her from the building.
