Catherine Bentley adjusted the straps of her red v-neck tank top and looked in the mirror. Her tight gray pants emphasized her round ass and long legs. She brushed her blonde hair and tied it back in a loose ponytail. As she studied her reflection, her mind began to stray to the events of the coming evening. Her hands slipped down from her hair to cup her breasts, massaging them as she imagined the look on the face of Jason, the student teacher she was training, when he saw her tonight. Her fingers slipped underneath the waistband of her pants and she caressed her pussy through her thong panties, her lips parting in a quiet moan as she traced the patch of wetness there. As she fingered herself, her eyes fell on the clock and she removed her hand with a sigh of frustration, realizing that she’d be late for her rendezvous with Jason if she didn’t leave.
Meanwhile, in his apartment across town, Jason eyed the clock every few seconds, anxious to meet Catherine, nearly driven to distraction wondering what the “something special” she had planned for him was. He had been hard all day thinking about it, and the friction of his cock against his boxers and jeans was making him crazy. In an effort to relax and not appear too eager to see her, he changed positions on his couch, unzipped his jeans, and let his thick cock spring free, grabbing it in his fist and beginning to stroke. He let his head rest back on the sofa and moaned softly as he let his hand slide over his shaft slowly. Just as he was beginning to increase his pace, the phone rang, shrilly interrupting him. He picked up, coming out of his pleasured state, and growled, “Hello?”
Catherine’s low, sexy voice resonated from the other end of the line. “Why, hello there, tiger! Is my sexy man ready for his surprise? His kitty is ready whenever he is!” Jason groaned under his breath at her sultry tone and tried to will his erection away, finally managing to say, “I’m on my way right now!”
Catherine murmured, “Good – I can’t wait to see you, Jason!” and with a small moan for his benefit, hung up the receiver, smiling to herself.
Jason jumped into his Sentra and found himself racing to the club where she worked, plucking at invisible fuzz on his black ribbed turtleneck, wanting to look good and make Catherine want him as much as he wanted her. As he pulled into a parking space at the club and put his car into park, his mind was wandering, wondering what his special surprise was going to be. He forced himself to enter the building slowly, trying not to appear too eager, and when he approached the desk the attendant said, “Ah, you must be Mr. Michaels – if you’d just take that door to your right, you’ll find all the arrangements have been made for your arrival.”
Jason hurried to the door, pushing it open and finding the club’s backstage area, filled with gorgeous, scantily-clad women, all of whom seemed to know him. “Oh, Jason,” they all cooed, “Just go through that door and you’ll find what you want.”
Jason could hardly contain his excitement as he picked up his pace and went through the door the girls had pointed to. The room he entered was dim, but the lighting was perfect to see what was at the other end of the room – his Catherine, dressed in a red tank top and curve-hugging gray pants with tall boots, making her legs look longer and sexier than ever. She leaned against what he thought was a table, and, shooting him a sexy look, motioned with her index finger for him to come to her.
He approached her, swallowing hard, wondering why he was so nervous, but all such thoughts were erased from his mind when she ran her fingernails down his chest and told him to get comfortable. The furniture he had thought was a table was a bed, soft mattress about waist high off the ground. Jason sat on it, and was watching Catherine intently, when suddenly music filtered into the room. The song was Britney Spears’ “I’m a Slave 4 U,” the same song he had first seen her dance to. Just the memory of that night was enough to make Jason’s cock stir in his pants, and when Catherine began to dance he couldn’t remove his eyes from her body.
She began to undulate her hips to the music, swaying and keeping eye contact with Jason, passion and lust burning between them. She moved her hands to the waist of her pants and slowly undid them, giving Jason a peek of the lacy, see-through red panties she had on, then sliding the material over her hips and down her long legs. She moved to a pole that had been set in the middle of the room and began to grind into it, swaying her hips as if she were grinding with him. Jason’s cock was pressing against the zipper of his jeans as he watched this beauty dance privately for him. She ran her hands over her breasts as she danced, letting her fingers come to rest at the hem of her tank top, then seductively pulled off the flimsy material, leaving her only in her red lace panties.
Jason’s cock was throbbing by now, begging to be released from the confines of his pants, but Catherine wasn’t through with his torture. She slowly walked toward him, swaying her hips to the music, and stopped right in front of him. She trailed her hands down her body once again and murmured, “I want to give you your own private lap dance, sexy – may I?”
He moaned and nodded, and she laughed softly, taking his inability to speak as a sure sign that he wanted her to continue. She climbed up on the bed with him and faced him, putting one knee on either side of his legs. Jason could smell the scent of her perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal at performing for him. Her hands moved to cup her tits, and she bent her head slightly, raising one nipple to her lips and extending her tongue to taste it gently, looking into his eyes all the while.
Catherine lowered her hands to Jason’s waist, sliding them up under his sweater and lifting it over his head as she began to grind her panty-covered crotch into his lap. Once Jason’s sweater had joined her clothes on the floor, Catherine captured his lips with hers, caressing his mouth with hers as she swayed for him. Her fingers traveled up and down his chest, making goose bumps stand out all over his body, and she moved her lips to caress his ears, sliding her tongue lightly around the shell and tracing a path over his jawbone down to his neck.
She let her fingers trail over Jason’s chest and stomach, down to the waistband of his pants, slipping the button through the buttonhole and undoing the zipper, then sliding her crotch over him as she knelt on the floor, pulling his pants off and tossing them, along with his shoes and socks, to the floor. She climbed back on his lap, taking his boxer-covered shaft in her hands and stroking it upward, loving the feel of how hard, long, and thick he was. She continued stroking him, grinding her barely-covered pussy into the head of his shaft as she did, rubbing her clit with his cock, causing her tits to sway in front of his face. Jason captured one nipple with his lips, caressing it with his tongue and moaning around it as he felt her wetness through her lace panties and his boxers.
Catherine stood up in front of Jason, one leg on each side of his legs, and he looked up at her. She hooked her fingers in the sides of her panties and slowly slid them down, exposing her neatly shaved, bare pussy to his hungry eyes. She let the lacy thong slide all the way down her long legs, then bent to pick it up, tantalizing him with her tits, and then picked the flimsy garment up, making sure to pass it under his nose so he could smell her scent. She then lowered herself back to his lap, fingering the edge of his boxers, and said, “I think we should get rid of these, don’t you?”
Jason moaned his agreement, thrusting his hips up in an attempt to make contact with her fingers. She slipped her hands under the boxers and pulled them down, carefully avoiding where he wanted her to touch. She gasped as his cock came into view, fully erect, bigger than anything she’d ever seen. Catherine couldn’t believe that he could be even bigger than the day before, considering how hard he’d cum inside of her and in her mouth. She kissed his soft lips, asking, “What does my sexy tiger want?”
He growled in frustration, moaning, “Please, touch my cock, stroke it! I want to feel your fingers around me!”
Catherine moaned softly upon hearing these words and put her hand over his cock, marveling at how she couldn’t close her hand around it. She cooed in his ear, “My, what a big, hard, tiger we have here!”
