River had removed his jacket and tie, and kicked off his shoes. When Kendra didn’t move, he flicked on the radio and found some slow music. “Let’s keep dancing,” he said, opening his arms to her. “We’ll pretend we’re at a party all by ourselves.” As he folded her against him, he added, “And that’s what this is.” The music relaxed her and she leaned into him, loving the feel of his hard body and his warm hands stroking her back, her shoulders, her ass. Her nipples tingled and the throbbing in her pussy became more and more insistent as they moved to the music. A warm hand reached down and gathered the fabric of her dress, bunching it and pulling it up until she felt cool air on bare skin. Fingers slipped into the crevice of her buttocks and his other hand tightened against her. “No pantyhose,” he breathed. “Nothing but bare Kendra under this dress. I love it.” He stroked her ass and teased at the cleft over and over, while her cunt quivered and her nipples hardened.
