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some music, I ll pour some champagne and you can show me your moves.
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 Oh. She stood stock still.  Striptease?
 Yup. Come on. Don t disappoint me. He poured the golden liquid from the bottle
into the flutes, handed her one and tapped hers with his.  To us. And a wonderful night
of discovery.
Then he took her hand and led her into the bedroom.
While she sipped at the champagne, gathering her scattered courage, Ben turned on
the stereo in the room, kicked off his boots and lay back on the bed.
 All right, darlin . I m ready.
Grace took a larger swallow of champagne, set the glass down and ditched her
boots. Butterflies were doing their own dance in her stomach but when she saw the
bulge behind Ben s fly and the heat in his eyes, her anxiety vanished and the remnants
of last night s arousal flared to life.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to remember every striptease
movie or video she d ever seen.
Letting the soft rhythm of the music flow through her, she began to move her hips
in a slow bump and grind, dancing in place next to the bed. She opened each button on
her blouse with slow deliberation, flicking the fabric each time it separated a little more.
Her fingers brushed the pin and she took a moment to remove it and set it on the
nightstand next to yet another vase of roses.
The heat in Ben s eyes flared as he watched her unbutton her cuffs and shrug the
blouse off one shoulder at a time, finally letting it drop to the floor. Next came the
button and snap on her slacks and she rolled them down her legs with tantalizing
slowness. Having no idea where the courage or impetus came from, she stepped out of
the slacks and stood with her feet apart, clad only in the thong and bra, tossing her head
back and running her fingers through her hair.
 Jesus, Ben breathed, his hand cupping his crotch.  You are a walking wet
dream.
A burst of excitement shot straight from Grace s brain to her cunt and she knew
when she took off the thong it would be dripping with her juices. She did a quick bump
and grind, thrusting her hips from side to side, tossing her head in time.
All those stripper movies at least taught me something.
 Shake those beautiful breasts for me, Ben encouraged.
Tossing down another swallow of champagne, Grace bent forward with her hands
on her knees and shook her shoulders so her breasts swayed in time to the music.
Who am I? Where is this person coming from?
Ben rolled onto his side, reached out a hand and ran his fingers across the slope of
her breasts. Her nipples hardened at once, poking against the sheer lace of the bra.
 I love the lingerie, darlin , he told her in a warm, thick voice,  but I think it s time
to take it off.
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Fingers trembling, Grace opened the front clasp of the bra, pulled it away from her
breasts and tossed it on top of her blouse. When she managed to wiggle out of her
thong, she was embarrassed at how soaked it actually was. She would have thrown it
on top of the growing pile but Ben s arm shot out and his hand gripped her wrists.
 I think that belongs to me. He plucked it from her fingers, crumpled it in his hand
and held it to his nose, inhaling deeply.  The roses are no competition for this. Your
scent is making me so hard I don t know if I can control myself. He switched the scrap
of cloth to his other hand and pulled her forward, tumbling her to the bed.
Grace s heart was hammering in her ribs and her blood was pounding in her ears.
She had an instinctive feeling that she was about to cross forbidden thresholds with this
man and she wasn t sure she had the courage to do so. But then Ben leaned over her
and took her mouth in a soul-devouring kiss and she forgot to think, forgot to be afraid,
forgot about anything except the flame of his tongue in her mouth and his calloused
hand cupping her breasts.
She moaned against his lips, shifting her hips, rubbing her bare skin against the
rough weave of the fabric of his slacks. She wanted his hands on her as they d been the
night before, probing inside her, driving her to unexpected heights of pleasure.
 Will you do something for me? he asked when he broke the kiss.
 Yes. I think. Maybe. What?
 Spread your legs and touch yourself for me. Like you did last night, remember?
You do that when you re alone, don t you?
Grace didn t think it was possible for her face to get any hotter but she was sure
someone had touched a match to it. How could she let him see her do something she
did beneath her bed covers, not even exposed in the privacy of her bedroom?
 Gracie? His tongue tickled her ear and his fingers tugged at one nipple, teasing it
to fullness and brushing the rough surface of his fingertip across away it.  Can you do
that for me?
 Ben, I don t think& I mean& I ve never& 
 Okay. I have an idea.
She frowned when he rolled off the bed, wondering what he was going to do next.
He opened and closed a dresser drawer, then lay down beside her again, one of his
bandanas in his hand.
Grace wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was strange enough that she was
lying here stark naked while Ben was still fully clothed. Now what did he have in mind?
Is he into kinky stuff? Like I m reading about? Am I?
 What s that for? What are you planning to do with it?
He grinned.  Nothing exotic. At least, he added in a low voice,  not yet. I thought
if I blindfold you, that way you can pretend you re in the room all alone and you won t
be as self-conscious about this. He nipped the spot on her neck that she d discovered
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was a highly sensitive erotic zone.  Come on, darlin . Let s experiment a little, okay? I
promise it will be worth it.
 Are you going to take your clothes off?
Heat danced in his eyes and the whiskey color deepened almost to black.  Without
a doubt. But not until after.
 After what?
His voice dropped even lower.  After I watch you get yourself off. That is one of
the sexiest things a man can see. A total turn-on. So are we good to go here?
 A-All right. Why not? Aren t I in this for the adventure? To test myself?
She closed her eyes and lay stiffly while he placed the folded fabric across her eyes
and tied it behind her head.
 Relax, darlin . Pretend it s a game. One you re playing by yourself. He brushed
his hand across her nest of pubic curls.  Such soft hair on this pretty little cunt. I d love
to see it bare. He ruffled the curls again, then ran his fingers through them.  Grace?
 Mmm?
 Did you ever think of shaving it?
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