John was tall and in shape, 6'2" and around 215 pounds, and was twenty-five years old. He was a decent looking guy, he didn't date ugly women, but thi... dancer was something else. He had never seen anyone so beautiful.Her eyes, her smile, her facial structure, not to mention her body, all as perfect as he had ever seen. She had the voice of an angel, and was a student in college and had better grades than he did, so she was a very engaging person to talk to.This dancer was not a big woman, maybe. Rick was always good with cars so this was a natural for them and they both still worked part time at the tattoo parlor. They were trying to keep their noses clean and out of trouble. So far, so good. Once in awhile her mind would drift back to Las Vegas and Curly. She wondered how he made out and how he was doing. She still had his number and thought of calling him soon. She'd have to do it behind Rick's back. She wish it wasn't like that but she knew how jealous Rick was.Maybe she would soon,. He pushes me to the wall while his lips meet the nape of my neck, kissing across my soft flesh, I shiver and my body has goose bumps. As he gets rougher with his movements, he grabs my hair pushing my face across the wall, his free hand rubbing at my back and arse. He continues across my flesh, his lips dancing as he rips at my skirt. I have no control but feel the wetness in my crotch grow. I am in shock but wanting him to go further, to do as he pleases. He reaches around pushing a scarf into. I saw a hand move down under the table and pull the hem of the skirt up to her waist. With a shock I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties, and the firelight was illuminating a soft nest of blonde pubic hair above the intricate pleats of her pussy. It looked as if she’d never trimmed her little bush and a tangle of curls half hid her delicate lips. My cock twitched and I concentrated on staying still. With her eyes still fixed on me she brought her other hand to her crotch and fiddled with the.