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laughing.
“However,” said Bruce, “if I can do it, you have to do something for me.”
“What's that?” she asked.
“Striptease,” he said.
Jenny nearly spat our her wine. “No way,” she said. “You have to be kidding.”
“Right,” said Bruce, “because you know I can do it.”
Something in his self-satisfied macho attitude irritated Jenny. She looked at the hall. It was a good ten yards long. Then she looked at Bruce. If he had been sober then maybe, just maybe. But now? Wasn't a chance.
“Alright,” said Jenny, “you're on.”
Bruce pretended to spit on his hand and they shook on it. Then he went to the door, did a handstand and walked on his hands the full length of it.
“Damn it,” said Jenny and slapped her palm against her face.
“Always a bit easier when I've had a little to drink,” said Bruce. Jenny laughed as he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
Chapter Eleven
Jenny had never done it like this before. The idea of doing a striptease before Tom would have been ridiculous, but here she was standing before Bruce as he sat on the bed, his glass of wine in hand. Jenny felt the shyness, the panic that grew inside her until she felt almost dizzy. She removed her blouse and placed it on the lamp, bathing her in a soft orange light. That was better, she thought, more forgiving.
Jenny stood in front of him, her self-confidence growing until it bordered on the insolent and astounded at the range of gestures, provocative and sexy that she suddenly found herself capable of. Gestures that, previously, she could only have done knowingly and with a huge slice of irony, she now did slowly, teasingly and she watched Bruce's eyes burn with interest.
When she was done, Jenny stood there for a moment, naked then leaned towards him and kissed him on his mouth hungrily. She placed greedy kisses on his chin, neck and down onto his chest. Jenny could hear his breathing, deep and low. Easily he gripped her waist and raised her up above him so he could kiss her breasts. He found her nipples and worked his tongue back and forth until both became hard. Bruce's towel fell away and she felt the hardness of him beneath her and gasped.
Jenny grabbed his shoulders and kissed his forehead as he pleasured her breasts until she felt she could not enjoy it more. Finally, she released herself from his grasp and returned to kissing his chest, marveling at the muscles working beneath. Jenny went lower, anticipating what it was he wanted but which he could not even put into words. Instead, he moaned again with a mixture of pleasure and desire as if Jenny were sucking all the pain and frustration from his body. At the same time, Jenny let out a soothing sound that resembled a contented purring.
Bruce gripped her waist and she reached around his back, her nails taking his flesh. Their bodies burned together, turning the cool English night into fevered heat of the jungle. As she bent her body over him, Jenny could feel the sweat running down his back and the dampness trickling from her thighs.
He lifted her for a second, holding her so that all her weight was taken by her arms. She remained, teetering on the edge, on the brink of forever. Their eyes were locked together, contemplating the pact they had made. Then she moved down slowly on to him until he was inside her, deeply and there they were very still, gasping at breaths, until, finally, their bodies began to move of their own volition.
The manly heat of him nearly drove her to the edge. Jenny had to concentrate her mind, lest she simply collapse in pleasure and wild laughter. Instead, she managed to think only of him, and focus her mind and body on him and what he needed her to do. Jenny looked for that certain touch or movement or caress that would please him the most. Soon she became lost in that task of creating pleasure until she was only being pleasure and
“However,” said Bruce, “if I can do it, you have to do something for me.”
“What's that?” she asked.
“Striptease,” he said.
Jenny nearly spat our her wine. “No way,” she said. “You have to be kidding.”
“Right,” said Bruce, “because you know I can do it.”
Something in his self-satisfied macho attitude irritated Jenny. She looked at the hall. It was a good ten yards long. Then she looked at Bruce. If he had been sober then maybe, just maybe. But now? Wasn't a chance.
“Alright,” said Jenny, “you're on.”
Bruce pretended to spit on his hand and they shook on it. Then he went to the door, did a handstand and walked on his hands the full length of it.
“Damn it,” said Jenny and slapped her palm against her face.
“Always a bit easier when I've had a little to drink,” said Bruce. Jenny laughed as he took her hand and led her up the stairs.
Chapter Eleven
Jenny had never done it like this before. The idea of doing a striptease before Tom would have been ridiculous, but here she was standing before Bruce as he sat on the bed, his glass of wine in hand. Jenny felt the shyness, the panic that grew inside her until she felt almost dizzy. She removed her blouse and placed it on the lamp, bathing her in a soft orange light. That was better, she thought, more forgiving.
Jenny stood in front of him, her self-confidence growing until it bordered on the insolent and astounded at the range of gestures, provocative and sexy that she suddenly found herself capable of. Gestures that, previously, she could only have done knowingly and with a huge slice of irony, she now did slowly, teasingly and she watched Bruce's eyes burn with interest.
When she was done, Jenny stood there for a moment, naked then leaned towards him and kissed him on his mouth hungrily. She placed greedy kisses on his chin, neck and down onto his chest. Jenny could hear his breathing, deep and low. Easily he gripped her waist and raised her up above him so he could kiss her breasts. He found her nipples and worked his tongue back and forth until both became hard. Bruce's towel fell away and she felt the hardness of him beneath her and gasped.
Jenny grabbed his shoulders and kissed his forehead as he pleasured her breasts until she felt she could not enjoy it more. Finally, she released herself from his grasp and returned to kissing his chest, marveling at the muscles working beneath. Jenny went lower, anticipating what it was he wanted but which he could not even put into words. Instead, he moaned again with a mixture of pleasure and desire as if Jenny were sucking all the pain and frustration from his body. At the same time, Jenny let out a soothing sound that resembled a contented purring.
Bruce gripped her waist and she reached around his back, her nails taking his flesh. Their bodies burned together, turning the cool English night into fevered heat of the jungle. As she bent her body over him, Jenny could feel the sweat running down his back and the dampness trickling from her thighs.
He lifted her for a second, holding her so that all her weight was taken by her arms. She remained, teetering on the edge, on the brink of forever. Their eyes were locked together, contemplating the pact they had made. Then she moved down slowly on to him until he was inside her, deeply and there they were very still, gasping at breaths, until, finally, their bodies began to move of their own volition.
The manly heat of him nearly drove her to the edge. Jenny had to concentrate her mind, lest she simply collapse in pleasure and wild laughter. Instead, she managed to think only of him, and focus her mind and body on him and what he needed her to do. Jenny looked for that certain touch or movement or caress that would please him the most. Soon she became lost in that task of creating pleasure until she was only being pleasure and
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