You know, it’s about time you did a little dance for me... and in skin is my favourite kind.” I was always really self conscious about dancing for...him. I had no sense of rhythm or co-ordination. What I had right now though was an alcohol buzz. I turned back around to face him. It’s not like I could to some sort of sensual striptease at this point so I just smiled at him and continued to sway my hips back and forth. I dropped my bikini bottoms to the sand and placed both hands on my naked belly.. My computer's music has stopped, the screen has gone black.I kneel on the carpet,pressing my bare belly against the smooth cold coffee table. Pushing my computer out of the way with my arm, I grab my ass with one hand and lean my shoulder on the coffee table, bringing my other hand down to my clit. The smell of hot musky skin, humid buttery fluids and slight bitter acids all waft up from my cunt.I can smell the pineapple slices on their plate near my face. I imagine what my juices would smell. But she'd made it and told him. At least she hadn't got the tattoo he'd been talking about- his mark on nape of her shoulder for him to nuzzle as he took her from behind and a tramp-stamp to read "TAKE ME HARD AND FAST" with an arrow down to her butt crack. She'd got out- relatively unmarked at least, and still with most of her twenties ahead of her. She was leaving him, leaving the best sex of her life, leaving the toys and moments that had given her such forbidden pleasure and the man. After my finger play she had been quite wet.He reached out and put his hand on her shapely leg, a little above the knee. He gave her a shake. She stretched out her other leg, opening herself up to his view, but that was about it. Emboldened by her lack of resistance he moved his hand up to her inner thigh. Still nothing.Seemingly shy about going any further toward her pussy, he instead moved his hands to her breasts. He grabbed and squeezed them, watching her face intently for any sign of.