Could This Be Love - S04 E07

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Could This Be Love - S04 E07

Read Story: SEASON 4 EPISODE 7

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W ith the lightest of touches, her hands
spread his knees apart, and her head
darted between his legs, down low,
almost under his balls, and he felt
her nose touching the material of his trousers.
“Holy f--k,” he growled, his breathing deep, his
c--k straining tight against the inner leg of his
trousers as she moved her head around his
g---n.
Sahara’s tongue darted out a moment later,
right at the bottom of his button-fly, pressing
through the denim on the base of his s---t, then
slowly probing along the length of his c--k, it’s
bulge easily visible. It continued, sometimes
above, sometimes below, but always in contact
until her tongue met the tip of his trapped
erection.

Her eyes rose to meet his. “Now this won’t do,
will it?” she purred, barely audible above the
pulsing music. Her hands slid down the inside
of his thighs, her right caressing the underside
of his balls, the left positioning itself under his
c--k, and as Kyle gasped, she maneuvred his
erection until it was upright in his trousers.

Sahara’s tongue dragged itself up his button fly,
bulging from the contained erection, from
bottom to the tip and for a couple of seconds
her head bobbed up and down, as if she was
sucking him off. Kyle felt a desperate need to
wrap his fingers in her hair and hold her in
place, but before he could lose control and grab
her she had moved again.
This time she half stood and turned around, her
back now to him, her luscious, gorgeous
buttocks in front of him. Again he licked his
lips as they slowly lowered onto his waist,
nudging a little from side to side until he could
feel his erection nestled between the cheeks of
her ass.
This was already a completely different class of
lapdance from the one he’d experienced with
Piper a short time ago.

Sahara slowly dragged her ass down the length
of his c--k, and as Kyle’s head pressed back
against the chair in blissful agony, she slowly
rode back up him. Her hands rose to either side
of her head, lacing themselves in her hair as
her buttocks began to slowly ride his c--k,
pulling his foreskin up and down with every
motion.
Kyle was in heaven. If it was possible to f--k
someone without penetrating them, then this
was it, and Sahara was really going to town on
him. As her ass dragged up and down either
side of his c--k, she leaned back slowly until
her head lay on his right shoulder. He could
feel her breath on his neck as he looked at her
breasts, her nipples tight and hard and
agonisingly close, yet still out of reach.
He shivered as her tongue darted out, caressing
the skin of his neck, slowly tracing an invisible
pattern higher and higher until his ear was
s----d into her mouth. Kyle’s eyes closed, the
sensations all over his body becoming more
intense by the second as Sahara manipulated
his senses.
His eyes snapped back open as she released his
ear from her mouth and he watched as her
fingertips took a light grip on her n----e,
twisting it slightly, pulling it a little, making it
stiffer and harder as her buttocks pressed down
on his c--k.
“F--k,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Sahara slowly sat upright, her ass lifting off his
c--k as she stood and bent over, yet her hand
darted down, caressing his erection as if
reassuring it. Kyle could see right between her
legs and the outline of her p---y through the
black panties. His heart raced in hope that she
was about to take them off.
Her knees bent again, bouncing her ass off his
c--k a couple of times as if she was riding him,
but her legs straightened again a moment later
and one of her hands moved between her legs,
a finger tracing the the lips of her p---y and
continuing between the cheeks of her ass.
Kyle licked his lips again as the finger
continued up past her ass, stopping at the
waistband of her panties and hooking inside.
“Please,” he mouthed silently, smiling as the
finger began to draw her panties down, inch by
inch, right in front of him. They peeled slowly
from her skin, Sahara bent over right in front
of him, presenting him with the best possible
view, close up.

Kyle took a deep breath, his heart racing as his
eyes focussed on her imminently visible a-----e
yet Sahara twisted her body a half-turn to the
right, teasing him further. He could see the
wicked grin on her face as she watched his
reaction, swaying her ass from side to side as
she slid her underwear down over her buttocks,
then slowly down her thighs, dropping them to
the floor.
Kyle wanted her desperately to resume her
previous position, yet she continued swaying
her hips before him, side on so he couldn’t get
a glimpse of what he longed to see. His c--k
was aching for attention and he shifted his hips
a little to try and ease the pressure.
Sahara paused, stopped the swaying of her hips
and placed a hand back on his forehead. The
view of her body in profile just intensified
Kyle’s lust and he was sure he could hear his
heart thumping above the beats of the pulsing
music in the small room.
He gasped as Sahara moved quickly, a graceful
fluid motion that suddenly had her feet either
side of his hips with her hips above his head,
her gorgeous p---y right in front of his face.

Kyle swallowed, an unconscious reaciton to the
sight before him.
As he watched, Sahara held his head in place,
barely a foot away from her naked pelvis and
she slid her free hand slowly down over her
stomach, over her hip and then onto her shaven
m---d. Her fingernails traced in circles on the
sensitive skin and Kyle was sure there were
goosebumps there, so delicate was her touch.
Her fingers slid lower, caressing the lips of her
p---y, sliding back and forth along either side
and Kyle mouth opened wide as she slid her
index finger inside her, a quick dip that
accepted her whole finger with no hesitation.
Her finger slowly began to slide back out yet
darted back in as deep as it would go. Sahara
arched her back as she fingered herself, and
Kyle licked his lips, feeling as if his c--k got any
harder it would burst.
As he watched she slid her finger free from the
depths of her p---y, and as she brought it
towards Kyle’s mouth he opened wide, pressing
forward to meet it, wanting nothing more in
that instant than to suck her finger clean and
taste her wetness.
Sahara’s hand pressed firmly on his forehead
keeping him in place and his eyes flickered up
to hers, seeing the delightful smirk of a born
tease on her beautiful features. Before he could
make another move her wet finger swiped right
under his nose, drawing from left to right,
leaving a moist trail of her scent between his
lip and nose.

“Yeah,” Kyle blurted, immediately closing his
mouth and inhaling through his nose to try and
catch a whiff of her. His tongue darted out and
wiped his upper lip, catching a slight hint of
p---y on the tip of his tongue, but not enough
to satisfy him.

Sahara’s hands moved to either side of his head
and her pelvis began to sway towards him. He
felt his head get yanked back a little and he
opened his mouth and stuck his tongue up,
desperately hoping to taste her, to pleasure her
and to feel her writhing on him. He knew he
was breathing fast, was aroused beyond belief,
and he wanted this girl, even if it wasn’t
Julietta. She was too toned, too firm to be the
girl he’d chatted with that day. Sahara was like
the evil-twin version of Julietta. Well, her erotic
alter-ego.

His tongue probed as her p---y got closer,
longing to make contact with that beautiful
moist haven, yet she remained just out of reach.
Her hips rocked back and forth in front of him,
and he could smell her, sense that she was
aroused too. She was too close for him to see
but it was all instinct.
Each time he tried to lift his head and plunge
into her with his tongue she either pressed his
head back into the seat or her hips swayed just
out of reach. She was an incredible tease and
she was playing him like an expert. He was
overcome with desire, longing to taste her,
touch her, or possess her, trapped by the
knowledge that if he pushed his luck and used
his hands or used his strength to taste her his
feet wouldn’t touch the floor until he was on
his face out on the street.
His eyes flickered up to hers, and she paused,
frozen with that same curious, quizzical look on
her face she had before the dance started. She
was looking at him as if something wasn’t quite
right.

As she stood there above him, her p---y barely
inches from his mouth, he took a chance and
pushed his tongue forward, then pulled the
back of his head from the seat.
Kyle was in heaven the instant that the tip of
his tongue slid between her lips, immediately
tasting her scent, her arousal. He flicked his
tongue up, seeking and finding that delicious
little bud that maximised the pleasure and he
dragged his tongue firmly up it, flciking
upwards with the very tip of his tongue.

It had been only a second, probably not even
that, yet he saw the expression of pleasure cross
her face at the same time as her back arched
and her p---y lifted back out of reach. The
hands on his head pressed him back, yet Kyle
was exultant. He’d tasted her, she was wet, and
it was all he could think of.
Sahara began to sway to the pulsing music, now
further away from him, but as his eyes slid
slowly up her body Kyle thought she had never
looked hotter. His eyes met hers and he could
see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if
trying to decide something only she knew. He
hoped she would decide to give him another
taste.

Kyle watched as she bent at the knees, her feet
still either side of his hips and her hands slid to
behind his neck as she slowly squatted down
onto his hips, bringing her to a similar position
to when she had first started the dance for him,
although now she was naked, he was hard and
he knew she was wet.

He felt her p---y resting on his erection, only
the denim of his trousers separating them and
then she lifted free of him, her hips rising and
falling a moment later further down his c--k. A
slow, body-arching movement dragged her
p---y up the length of his erection and Kyle
growled in intensity of the pleasure and desire
coursing through him.
She repeated the movement again, then a third
time, and then as he was thrusting up to meet
her she paused, leaving him there humping his
jeans. She smiled, and Kyle smiled too, knowing
he was being manipulated by a master and not
caring. He was loving every second of it.
Sahara slid back and lowered her feet to the
floor. Her body swayed, twisted and danced for
him between his thighs, shadows and light
flickering over her skin with each movement.

As she rotated slowly Kyle glanced down at her
ass, firm and taught yet shapely enough for him
to want to bury his face in it.
She backed into him, the back of her knees
hitting the inside of his thighs and then she
slowly lowered herself down, resuming the
position she’d held earlier, her buttocks
enveloping his erection through his trousers
and she began to rock her hips.
Sahara leaned back, this time to his left. Her
head came down on his shoulder as her
buttocks continued to rock up and down his
pelvis, jerking him off, making him gasp. She
s----d his ear in her mouth again, intensifying
things further for Kyle, further than he could
handle.
“Did you enjoy your wicked little taste?” she
whispered in his ear, her voice deep and husky.
Kyle nodded, his eyes closed. He longed to lift
his hands and grab her hips, her breasts,
anything to keep her in place. The constant
motion on his c--k was going to make him
c-m, he knew, but he didn’t care he was still
dressed, didn’t have any thoughts beyond the
pleasure of that moment.
“Thrusting your tongue into my wet little p---y
like a bad boy?” she continued, drawing a
groan from Kyle as her ass worked his c--k. He
could feel his breathing deepen. His balls begin
to tighten and he knew it wouldn’t be long.
“And now you want to c-m, don’t you?” she
whispered.

“Yes,” Kyle gasped. He felt her suck in his
earlobe once more, releasing it quickly. Her
hips took a longer and slower ride down his
c--k.
“I bet you want to touch me, don’t you?” Sahara
whispered. “To grab me, to take me, to f--k
me.”
Kyle’s c--k was going to explode and he knew
it. His breath was coming in sharp gasps now,
hard and fast as Sahara lay on top of him,
working his c--k with her buttocks, working
his mind with her words.
He felt her hands fasten on his wrists, lifting
them both. She pulled them up to meet her
rocking hips and he gripped a hold of them,
holding them in place to push his c--k against,
but Sahara continued to arch her back, riding
his length up and down, manipulating his c--k.
He could feel it start to happen and his entire
body tensed up.
“Is my ass going to make you c-m, Kyle,” she
whispered in his ear.
Before Kyle could reply Sahara’s buttocks
tensed up, gripping him and her hips rocked
fast, much faster than before, riding him hard
and firm through his trousers. It sent him right
over the edge.

His breathing changed, deep fast pants of
breath mixed with groans, right in her ear. His
c--k pumped out spurt after spurt of c-m onto
the inside of his boxers. His body exploded in
waves of pleasure, hard surges of bliss as the
dancer on his lap manipulated him into and
through his o----m.
“Good boy,” she murmured, jerking him off
with the cheeks of her ass.
Moments later Kyle’s hands fell away from her
hips, exhausted and sated as the last of his
o----m washed over him. Sahara lay still across
his body now, relaxed and motionless. Her
tongue darted out and traced a circle on his
neck.
“Did you enjoy the dance, Kyle?” she said
quietly as he lay there panting.
He nodded, not really capable of words or
coherent sentences.
“And it’s a dance you’ll remember for the rest
of your life, isn’t it?” she said. He could hear the
the wickedness in her voice with a hint of self-
satisfaction for a job well done.
He nodded. “F… f--k yes,” he stammered a
moment later. “Incredible.”
She kissed him on the cheek, a surprisingly
tender and gentle kiss, her right hand coming
up to hold him in place. “My pleasure,” she
murmured.
Kyle felt her shift her weight as if she was about
to get up, and his hands clasped her hips.
“Don’t go.”
“I gotta get dressed, Kyle,” she said, smiling at
him. She wiggled her hips from side to side..
“Besides, I think you might need to go clean
up.”
She kissed his cheek once more, a disarming
gesture that provided affection at the same time
as reminding Kyle that the dance was over. This
time as she shifted her weight to sit up he let
her go, feeling her sitting upright on his lap,
her back to him.
Kyle became aware of how the inside of his
trousers were plastered with c-m, and it was
rapidly cooling now. She was right, he knew.
He’d need to go clean up, and with a sigh of
regret he accepted that the dance was finished.
“You’re a hell of a good dancer, Sahara,” he
said, watching as she bent over to pick up her
panties and bra.

She wiggled her hips on him, giving him a
physical response rather than a verbal one he
probably wouldn’t have heard anyway. He took
it as a sign she was pleased with his
compliment and while she slipped her panties
around her ankles, he pulled another twenty
from his pocket.
Sahara stood, bent over at the waist and slid
her panties back up her legs. It was the first
glimpes Kyle got of her ass and of her p---y
from the rear and it made him lick his lips. She
straightened as she slipped her black panties
with the silver lace back up, adjusting them on
her hips and then she half-turned and sat on
his right thigh.
“Here,” Kyle said, lifting the twenty and
handing it to her. “Best dance I’ve ever had. If I
could give you a hundred bucks I would, and
you’d stil deserve a tip.”
“Aren’t you sweet,” she said, and gave him a
brief peck on the lips. “Thank you, Kyle.”
Sahara slipped her bra back on in a swift,
practiced movement, fastening it and then
running her fingers quickly through her hair,
shrugging it back into place.
“Shall we?” she said, standing and holding a
hand out to Kyle to help him get up.
He smiled, took her hand and stood up, feeling
a little wobbly for a moment, making her
chuckle.
“Knee trembler?”
Kyle nodded. “Told you you were good.”
“Oh, I know I’m good,” she said, smirking.

“Honestly though, I don’t usually get turned on
when I do a lapdance, but there’s something
about you, Kyle.”
Kyle smiled, but he knew that was a line. He
didn’t say anything further, but let her lead him
from the booth and back through the beaded
curtains to the main room.
She stopped and gave him a peck on the cheek,
and with a whispered, “Thanks for the dance,”
she was off. Kyle looked over at his friends,
watching a dancer up on the main stage doing
naked acrobatics with her thighs clasped
around a steel pole, and smiling, he headed for
the bathroom.

Kyle, Ed and Casey arrived at Club Boca but
had to wait in the queue. The time passed
quickly with Casey repeatedly reminding Ed not
to be a total d--k and Ed repeatedly quizzing
Kyle about the lapdance. Since he cleaned
himself up in the bathroom at the club, Kyle
hadn’t said a word about it to his buddies. He’d
also ditched his boxers in the restroom waste-
paper bin and ended up going commando.
There was no way he was going to tell Ed that
story.
At a little after twelve they were admitted to
Club Boca, a large place focussed around
dancing and drinking, with DJ’s playing a
mixture of mainstream dance and latin house
music, and Kyle immediately picked up on the
cool chilled vibe of the place. Ed and Casey hit
the bar while Kyle went looking for the girls.

The guys had caught up with him again by the
time he spotted them, so the three of them
walked over to join them.

“Hey,” Kyle smiled as he approached Julietta.
“Hi Kyle,” she said, smiling back. “So you guys
made it then? We thought you weren’t gonna
show.”
Kyle smiled, knowing without a shadow of a
doubt that Sahara wasn’t Julietta, but the
similarity to her was frightening. Realising he
hadn’t answered her, he smiled. “Yeah, we got
stuck in the line outside. Here now though.”
“Glad to hear it,” Julietta replied giving him a
nudge with her elbow.
“Hey, wanna dance?”
“Sure.”
Kyle followed her down to the dance floor and
took the opportunity to check her out. He really
dug the short black skirt and boots and the
black and white cut-off top she wore really
showed her off. Once they were on the dance
floor, Kyle let himself go. He’d always enjoyed
dancing, especially in clubs and when a lot of
his friends went through that phase where they
thought that dancing was ‘gay’, Kyle was able to
dance with most of the hot chicks in his school.
Now he was twenty he felt comfortable on the
dance floor.
While they enjoyed the music, Kyle noticed the
odd guy checking out Julietta from time to time.
She really did look hot, he noted, and he liked
how she kept looking at him. Despite his earlier
o----m at the strip club he could feel a tingle of
excitement in the pit of his stomach.

After fifteen minutes or so out on the floor,
where they were briefly joined by Casey and
Margarita, they stopped for a drink. Kyle
grabbed them a couple of stools looking down
on the dancefloor and they sat down.
“So what you been up to tonight then?” Kyle
asked.

“Oh, you know. This and that,” she grinned.
“Four girls out on the town.”
“I can imagine,” he laughed. “Lots of teasing
and flirting?”
“Little bit,” she replied, laughing. “Bit of
drinking, bit of dancing too.”
“Good stuff.” He took a swig of his beer and
after offering Julietta another drink, he popped
down to the bar and got a round of drinks in
for them all. When he got back Ed was telling
them all about the strip club they were at
earlier.

Kyle groaned, as he hand’t intended telling any
of the girls about Derriere’s Gentleman’s Club
but he should have known that Ed was
incapable of any kind of tact or diplomacy. He
popped the drinks down on the table and
picked up his and Julietta’s, handing her it.