10 Nights by Karl Jones, Michelle Hughes, Amp Page A

button. The room was immediately flooded with soft sensual music.
"Remember, dance like you mean it," he told her as he settled on the
couch, his arms spread across the back of it. His eyes on her he wondered how
Leah was going to handle her first task, the one which he considered the
easiest of those he had in mind for her.
    Leah’s knees shook as
she moved to a position in front of him, where she stood, uncertain what to do.
She had danced with Janie on numerous occasions at clubs, and even in their
dorm rooms after a few drinks when the music got them on their feet. Never
before though had she danced with the intention of turning someone on; dancing
naked was a new experience for her as well.
    After a minute or so
Leah began to move; she wasn't sure what she was doing, other than responding
to the music, but she tried to mimic moves she had seen Janie do in the past.
Unlike her, Janie did dance to get men interested, and she did her best to
recall how her friend had done that.
    Swaying slowly she ran
her hands up her body, moving up from her hips before lifting them above her
head and clasping them together. How she managed to stay on her feet when her
knees shook like they were made of jelly, she had no idea, but she did, and she
continued dancing.
    She dropped her hands
to her ponytail and pulled off the band that kept it in place. Tossing the band
away she shook her head, running her fingers through her hair to loosen it and
make it cascade down her back.
    Keeping to the rhythm
as best she could she wet her lips, while her hands lowered to her dress.
Teasingly she lifted it a few inches, almost, but not quite, revealing the lacy
red thong she had on underneath. Just when the thong was about to come into view
she let go of the dress, allowing it to fall back down.
    Rhett was impressed as
he watched Leah move. He honestly hadn't known what to expect from her, but it
was clear she was a more sensual creature than she thought herself to be. His
eyes stayed on her, watching every move as she rotated on the spot, raising the
hem of her dress again and bending over to show her ass.
    When her small hands
rubbed over her heart shaped flesh he found himself wondering who was leading
who; damn she was hot, he thought.
    Leah had no idea where
the courage was coming from, but the smoldering look in his eyes told her what
she was doing was what he wanted from her. More than that, from putting herself
on display for him was turning her on.
    In single quick move
she straightened up, bringing the dress up with her. Pulling it over her head she
tossed it behind her to Rhett. Over her shoulder she saw him catch it with a
smile and almost lost her step as she spun to face him.
    She recovered quickly and
continued dancing, swaying again to the music, her hands tracing over her body
for a minute or so before moving up to her bra. She traced her fingers around
the edges of it, slipping first one strap off her shoulder and then the other.
    Her hands moved round
behind her to the clasp of her bra. With the catch undone the bra slid down her
arms and she spun, throwing it with one hand while she brought her other arm up
to cover her breasts. Despite her lack of experience she managed to time the
manoeuver so he got no more than a glimpse of one breast before they were
hidden.
    His mouth watered as he
watched her hips gyrate sensuously. With her free hand she pulled her hair
round to the front so it covered her breasts and then she dropped her arm. He
thought her nipple peeked into view as she moved her arm, but he couldn't be
certain, and he shifted uncomfortably as his cock lengthened. She was turning
him on; there was no doubt about that.
    Her movements slowed a
little, she didn't want her hair to move and uncover her, but she didn't stop.
She kept dancing, slowly and sensually as her fingers slid under the sides of
her thong and she nudged one side down, before pulling it back up and repeating
the action with the other side.
    Lowering both