Dancer

Going through my stretches was the only time I felt truly alive. Pushing my body to it\'s limits, discovering just how far I could force it to go. It made me feel, more then anything else. Except perhaps sex. But for me stretching for dance was foreplay, the dace itself was the sex and orgasm, and the cool down stretches were the afterglow. I lived for times like this.
It was quiet and I was alone in the the large mirrored room. The lights were low, almost like candlelight and the mirrors reflected a soft glow. My skin was awash with a golden glow, my reddish tinged hair caught the light and sent it back in shimmering streams. My bright green eyes glittered in the half light.
The door opened slowly and I grinned softly. It was a little game we played. He\'d sneak in and I\'d pretend not to notice and he\'d watch me dance. I moved though my paces slowly and suductively. I glanced at him through the mirror and I danced. I swirled my hips and looped my arms though the intricate whirls of my dance.
I\'d been belly dancing since childhood. For me the difficult moves were second nature. I went through them with suductive grace. The music picked up tempo and I sped up with it. My hips pulsed and my feet flew. I threw coy glances at my lover through the mirror. THe beat increased to a crashing creshendo, when I turned I found myself crushed against a man\'s body, my lips harshly pressed to his.
His hands were everywhere. My hair, my maist, my hips, my legs, all were explored by his questing fingers. Finally he pulled back to let me breathe. My body was coated in a fine sheen of perspiration from the dancing and what he was doing to me. He slowly turned me around so I was facing the wall of mirrors. There was definatly something erotic about seeing myself pressed against him so wantonly.
My breasts were heaving with each breath I took. I watched his fingers trail down the in the valley between them, carefully undoing the buttons to the top I had on. I watched as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned as the stimulation went straight to my core. He pulled the tie of my skirt and I watched as it fell to the floor. The cold air hit me and I shivered in delight and anticipation.
He spun and pinned me to the wall, still facing the mirrors. \"You like this don\'t you?\" He asked in a husky deep voice. I whimpered and nodded in reply. \"I bet you want my cock in your pussy don\'t you?\" I ground my hips into his crotch moaning my need. He grinned and removed his pants. I saw his rock hard cock spring free. It was like watching a good porno. I went to grab it when he stopped my hand. I looked at him questioningly.
\"Not this time kitten. This time you watch the show in the mirror.\" With that he fell to his knees in front of me, through one of my legs over his shoulder and began attacking my clit with his tounge. I moaned as the strong wet muscle probed my tunnel. I was so close to the edge of excasty when he pulled away. I cried out in frustration, only to have him direct my eyes to the mirror as he plunged his steel length into my soaking passage. I rocked with him, watching us fuck in the mirror. We fell over the edge together.

I told you danceing was sex to me.