We finish eating and sit down on the couch like we always do after a meal. We talk casually for a while, continuing the conversation we had been having, and the sunset turns to twilight outside. I turn on some music at some point, and play it in the background.
I'm calm and comfortable around her, and she keeps talking away, lying down with her head towards me and her eyes closed. It's dark out by now, and our conversation is slowing down. My hand has made its way to play with her hair and touch her cheek and neck a few times.
Suddenly, Rebecca gets up and walks to the computer, bending down at the waist to reach the keyboard. She selects a few songs to play, and returns to the couch. She sits there with her hands in her lap and her eyes closed, as if pondering the music for a few moments.
"May I use the bathroom?" she says in a rather different tone than the soft conversation a few minutes ago.
"Of course, you don't need to ask," I reply.
She walks off, and I notice at the last minute she has picked up her purse before walking around the corner into the hall. I wonder briefly why girls keep so much stuff in their purses, as hers looks over filled, and then I forget about it.
The music is playing a soft, jazzy tune, and I stare off out the apartment window into the night street. The room itself is mostly empty except for the sofa, since I had only recently moved in.
I am jolted out of my reverie by a soft "hey, Mr. distracted."
"Huh?" I turn my head around and practically fall off the couch.
She has changed into a flattering and revealing black mini dress, with a low cut front and a hem that barely covers past her groin, and black pumps to complete the effect.
"I… um... wow…" I sputter out, my heart racing up and my breath shortening. My eyes sweep up and down her body, lingering around her upper thighs and wondering if she has anything on underneath.
"Eyes up here," she says half jokingly, pointing to her face. She pulls a chair out from the kitchen table and walks to the center of the sitting room. "I was standing there for like 2 minutes while you were staring out the window, what's so interesting out there anyways?" she says as she puts down the chair in the center of the room and stands in front of me. In my sitting position she is towering over me and I feel like shrinking back into the furniture. Instead I stand up and brush my hands awkwardly on my pants, getting a glimpse down her cleavage, noticing some kind of lacy bra under her dress.
"Nothing, I was just dozing off-"
"Oh, you're ready to go to sleep? I guess I have to get going then," she says in a playful tone, holding back a smile.
"No!" I say rather too desperately, since she is clearly playing with me, and then more calmly: "You were just getting changed in there, you look good, I like that outfit, what are you wearing it for? I think it fits you well and -" she puts a finger on my lips, smiling in an exasperated way.
"Stop babbling and sit down, Johnny." Rebecca leads me over to the chair by the hand and I sit down rather hard. I am sitting fairly straight in the chair, and fiddle with my hands a bit before putting them on my legs to stop looking like I'm fidgeting. I remember to breathe at this point, and she walks over to the computer table to change the music again. She bends over at the waist, clearly exaggerating the movement. This gives me a good, long look at her well-rounded ass, and lets me see that she is wearing tiger striped panties. I also notice that I'm getting aroused by all this excitement, and shift around to let my cock extend in my pants.
The music changes to a rhythmic beat; not too slow, but sensual. Rebecca is standing in front of me swaying and undulating her hips. She brushes her hair behind her shoulders and throws her head back while she traces her curves with her hands. She slides her hands up her stomach, pushing up her breasts, and then over and up to her neck. We maintain unblinking eye contact, and she turns so her right profile is facing me. She slides slowly down to touch her toes, then back up, using her hands to accentuate the length of her legs, tauntingly allowing her hand to catch the edge of her dress on the way up and revealing the waistband of her panties before covering up again. She uses her hands to show off the curvature and size of her bust.
She turns back towards me, then offers her left profile. She bends at the waist, allowing her hair to fall over her head and exposing her panties. This time, she traces the back of her legs as she straightens up, stopping to squeeze her ass and play with the waistline of her panties, then putting her hands in the small of her back and arching backwards, with her leg pointed out for balance. She tosses her long hair back and ends looking at me.
She returns to facing toward me, standing with her legs apart this time, and bends down as if to stretch, and lets her dress fall down slightly in the back. As she stands back up, she slides her hands along the insides of her legs, up to her crotch, and holds for a moment to bite her lip and focus on me. Then she smiles seductively and steps toward my chair, before doing an about face so she can show off her backside.
With her back facing towards me, she moves her hips in rhythm with the music, and shakes her ass side to side. She bends down to touch her toes, then holds for a moment and straightens back up. Then, she pulls up the sides of the dress, and continues shaking her booty. Holding the hem up, she turns around, continuing to gyrate. She's looking at me, but I'm not looking at her face. She thrusts her dress back down, and I feel a twinge of disappointment, and return to her eyes, stopping at her cleavage on the way up.
She steps closer to the chair and puts her finger under my chin, sending tingles through my chest, and causing a tightening sensation in my already straining groin.
"Eyes up here, big boy," she says with a twinkle in her eye.
She takes her finger away, leaving me instantly craving the touch of her hands on my face, neck, chest…
She starts playing with my tie, moving her hands closer and closer to my neck, still swaying to the music.