I walked over to the speakers, connected my phone to them, and launched the music. The oriental drums began pounding in the speakers. It was music I had kept from my dancing classes. Out of shyness, I had told no one but Alex about my relative efficiency in the art of eastern dance. The moment was as good a time as any to finally reveal it. Once positioned in front of the men, I let the tribal rhythm enter every corner of my body. Not only was dance in my blood, I who descended both from Spaniards and Caribbeans, but that music was no western, soft melody; it carried the sensual, savage percussions of the east; a music meant for dance, and a dance meant for every part of the body to move.
As dictated by the quarter tone drums, my hips began moving with feline arrogance. A few beats later, and my whole naked body shook itself to the slow, sensual rhythm. I quickly looked over to the class. The girls could not believe what they were seeing. Sarah on the other hand, was nodding with interest in her gaze. My buddies, on their part, looked at my curving, moving nudity with hunger, for I was giving their eyes the truest of feasts. Swept by the erotic madness that had taken hold of me, I tore away my hair-tie and let my wavy hair dance through the air. I kept on gyrating my hips, sending my lower body and ass into great circular motions that followed the accelerating rhythm. My hands constantly felt my dancing nudity as I sensually caressed myself, smoothing along my breasts, my shoulders, my hair, and this time I did it in a manner so blatantly sexual, so unquestionably fiery that my actions earlier in the day when acting out the scene now seemed like catholic rituals. In that moment in time, I let the fires of passion sweep me into this animalistic state.
That’s what I was, an animal, a bitch in heat. I forgot all sense of dignity and pride, I was no more than pure erotic energy, raw and wild.
I placed myself in front of Hugo and danced barely a few inches in front of him, lowering myself to meet his gaze then going back up in sexy, circular motions. I was sweating, sweating so much that caressing my body felt just like wiping rain off a window. I shook myself, touched my body, sent my hair flying and my tits shaking with my mouth wide open to allow me to breathe like a bitch in heat. I turned around and swayed my ass right in the faces of the boys. I could not see their expressions, but I very well saw that of the girls. The fire in me was so great in that moment that I locked my gaze unto that of Chanel and Isabel, defying their disdainful, criticizing looks by exaggerating every motion and every pass of my hands across my glistening, almost wet body. The music was loud, it’s rhythm faster than the pounding of the earth by rain drops in a summer storm.
I threw myself on all fours right before Alex, forsaking any and all sense of hubris, any pretense of dignity, I moved myself on all fours like a bitch, looking up at him with yearning for his gaze. All the while I shook my ass nicely for the boys behind me, and kept on going for what seemed like an eternity. Rivers of sweat streamed across my exposed skin and fell below me, and my hair was as wet as after a shower and covered my face. I was going out of breath, but kept on putting more energy in every movement.
Finally, the music stopped, and so did my dance. Naked, glistening with sweat on all fours, I looked up at the clothed men above me and smiled.
“So,” I whispered, “am I getting that raise? Or do I have to go for blowjobs too?”
Before any answer was heard, Sarah thanked us and announced the class was over since it was 4. The girls packed up and left hastily, as if wanting to escape the disgust I was causing them. During all that time, I did not move an inch, instead enjoying how the males towered over me in clothing, in sitting and manhood, whilst I lay similar to a bitch with nothing to cover me except for the glistening of sweat in my irrevocable womanhood. I was still looking up at Alex. The latter leaned to me, wiping sweat from my hair and cheek with a tender caress. His hand still on my hair, he asked:
“Are you tired baby?”
“Hah. A little, yeah.”
“That was…that was amazing. You’re a superb dancer Jade.”
“Thank you.”
For some reason, I didn’t want to get up. Being nude on all fours like that pleased me in a way I could not describe. Unfortunately, the end of the day had come, and thus I had to return to my clothes. I bid the gang farewell and followed Alex to his house. The exhaustion resulting from my vivid dancing made me fall into my best friend’s arms as soon as we entered his home.
“What is it?” he asked as I nuzzled against his chest on the couch.
“I’m exhausted. Just hold me.”
“Alright”, he laughed, hugging me tighter and leaving a kiss on my head. “You were incredible today, you know? I’ve never seen you look this beautiful”. I raised my head to look at him, perhaps to ensure myself that he wasn’t lying.
“Really, you were absolutely stunning.”
Despite my immense fatigue, I managed to conjure up the energy for a sarcastic smile.
“It’s easy for you to enjoy something when that something is your best friend dancing totally naked for you.”
“Don’t forget that this best friend is beautifully sweaty and that she also has a great body.”
We giggled. Though my buddies talking to me in an objectifying manner was beginning to lose it’s shocking property, I still enjoyed the arousing punch it caused me.
“So,” he continued, “I guess you changed your mind. About getting naked.”
“Hmm. Yeah. I suppose I want to do it more than what I originally planned. You’re not mad at me, are you?”
“Why would I be?”
“Well you know… Don’t tell me I wasn’t sexualizing myself there, you know that I was. You said you didn’t want that to happen.”
He hugged me closer and looked me straight in the eye. Whenever he did that, there was always a lesson or a teaching to follow.
“You know Jade, I might have been wrong. I only want what makes you happiest, you know that. But the thing with those last days is… Well, there seems to be a part of you no one knows about. Not even yourself. And maybe discovering more of that part will help determine what makes you happy.”
At that moment, I remembered our exchange earlier in the day.
“Alex? What did you want to say today? You know, about if you could have it your way?”
Alejandro always had a stern, protective air to him, but what made him such a heartthrob was these occasional confident smiles which even the greatest douchebags such as Isac failed to master. He gave me one of these smiles.
“If I could have it my way… You’d be forbidden to ever wear clothes.”
I smiled. The idea was so hot. There was such a sexist, macho aspect to it, that as a woman I would be forbidden the wearing of clothes by a man… Isabel would’ve killed me if she knew it, but I found it so hot. That’s when, thinking of this image of the dominant alpha and the nude woman and simultaneously looking at this manliest of figures that was Alex, the force of decision dawned in me again.
“What is it?” Alex asked as I got up. I didn’t let him ask any more questions, for as soon as I was up, I began stripping naked. The Spaniard gazed at me with confusion. “Jade? What the hell are you doing?”
I put a finger against his lips and used my other hand to remove my last articles of clothing. My nudity felt totally different in this other environment. Now I was alone with Alex in his own house. The intimacy of the moment felt as strong as the public aspect of my college nudity, albeit for different, and yet, equally powerful reasons.
“I want to make you happy,” I said with a smile, leaving for the kitchen and coming back with a glass of iced cognac which I put in his hand.
“Here, enjoy a drink while I give you a dance.”
“But why?”
“Urgh, stop asking so many questions! You’re the man here and if I want to make a man happy, I’ll make a man happy, is that clear?”
“Alright, alright. It’s just that…well it’s really strange, Jade. Normally we’re playing chess or video games not… Now you want to dance naked for me?”
I shrugged.
“You just said it, I have to discover more of that other part of me.”
He laughed, looking so alpha and macho as he sat on this couch with a glass of alcohol whilst I stood naked for him, willing to please him despite all the exhaustion in my body.
“Very well then, let’s discover more of you”.
The music began playing, with the man drinking and relaxing, and the slut dancing and pleasing him. It was going to be a fun evening.
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Stories are meaningless without pictures and videos. Miss the old blog too much.
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Where’s the rest mmm I read cha 1 – 5. I need more!!!!