Mia Beddington - Passionate sis

The reason was not that he was prudish, because he wasn't, and not because he didn't like to dance, because he did – rather, he had avoided the Naked Truth because he felt out of place there. He was young, but not quite young enough. He was hip, but he certainly didn't feel a part of the hippie scene. Now he was there, and he admitted to himself that he was eager to find out what was going on.

"Marc," Steffi said, "I'm going to check out some people I know. Why don't you look around for yourself?"

"I'll come with you," he volunteered.

"Well," she said, trying to be tactful, "some of these people are sort of strange, and you're kind of… well, you know…"

"Straight?" he offered.

She smiled her pretty smile and kissed him with slightly parted lips.

"Straight looking," she corrected, heavily emphasizing the second word. "I've got the best big brother in the world and I know it. But we have to do what's best for Michael right now, and I think it would be better if I went alone."

"Okay," he said, his attention momentarily distracted by a dancer's bouncing boobs, "whatever you say. I'll try to keep myself entertained."

Steffi glanced over to where her brother's eyes were focused and understood immediately.

"Ill meet you here later," she said, squeezing his arm as she began to walk away. Marc had not taken his eyes off the bouncing boobs. "Her name's Shelly," Steffi added helpfully before she left. Marc smiled, thanked her, and resumed watching the lovely dancing girl.

Marc didn't know if Shelly was a professional dancer or not, but there was no doubt in his mind that she could be if she wanted to. The music was loud and the flashing lights distracting, but Shelly seemed to be perfectly comfortable as she bounced and writhed to the pulsing rhythms. The music was hard rock 'n roll, and the girl moved to it as if she were born to dance to it. Dressed in a low-cut tank-top and hot-pants, she might as well have been naked as far as the effect she was having on Marc was concerned. Her legs were long and sleek and bare almost to the waist, a few girlish pubic curls showing from beneath the tight elastic around her upper thighs. She had dancer's legs, and her strong calf and thigh muscles tightened and relaxed excitingly as she dipped and twisted in time to the music.

The boobs which had originally caught Marc's eye were truly phenomenal. High and round, they were large and ripe like Marcia's, but much less conical as if they were still in a stage of development. Marc imagined that her nipples would be tiny and firm, rubbing up against the snug-fitting cloth of her tank-top. He longed to hold his palms underneath those bouncing tits and to rub his face in the cleavage between the un-bra'd bouncers. Even more urgently, he imagined rubbing his pelvis against the wildly undulating pelvis which was now bumping and grinding as excitedly as that of the most skilful stripper.

Marc suddenly realized that the girl's big blue eyes were not focused inwardly as he had assumed, but were rather looking rather intimately into his own! She seemed to beckon him with sly subtle movements of her chin, and Marc found himself seeming almost to drift off slowly in her direction.

Without being able to remember the exact moment when he began to react to the music. Marc realized that he was facing the blue-eyed teenager and was almost imperceptibly beginning to imitate her movements. First it was his elbows and knees which buckled and swayed, and then he felt his head beginning to hop in time, and finally his entire torso was wiggling freely to the unrelenting beat of the rock music. Shelly was grinning at him now, seeming to play the part of the seductress more than that of the dancer. Marc reddened slightly as her gaze turned to the tell-tale bulge which had begun to show through his pants. The girl licked her lips suggestively and the blood in Marc's temples began to pound in expectation.

The fast loud music of one rock band ended and was immediately followed by the still louder and faster music of another. All of a sudden, Marc's attention was shifted from Shelly's face and tits to her hips and her high, shapely ass. She seemed to be all pelvis now as she slid her body up and down in a tight, slow circle, jutting her crotch toward her partner as if he were expected to do something more than dance with her. Marc smiled at the realization that he himself was her partner. He was ready, able, and willing to do quite a bit more than dance with her, and it was beginning to look as if she were going to offer him the chance to prove it.

The music was deafening as the two danced closer and closer. Their closeness was not just a matter of choice. The dance floor was packed with writhing teenagers now, and there was no choice but to dance close to your partner if you had one. Shelly's eyes and pelvic thrusts were giving Marc the impression that he very definitely had one.

"Hi!" he yelled, trying to make himself heard over the music. The girl squinted at him in the darkness and nodded in acknowledgment, her jutting hips never missing a beat.

"My name's Marc," he shouted, hoping that introductions were not out of style in such situations. The girl smiled at him.

"I can dig it!" she yelled back. She turned her back on him then and began to thrust her backside toward him. It seemed to Marc to be like some primate mating ritual with the girl repeatedly pushing her ass out in his direction as if in simulation of fucking. Her own hands were on her ass now, and she was rubbing and caressing it in time to the music. Marc's own fingertips were getting itchy as the girl continued to massage her own smooth upper thighs and to draw slow, round circles on the barely covered cheeks of her buttocks. His cock felt uncomfortably full now in his pants. He wondered if she was getting off on her dancing as much as he was.

When she turned around again, he could tell by the glaze of her eyes that she was becoming quite exhilarated. He didn't know if it was the tightness of her hot-pants working their way up her snatch, the rubbing of her shirt against her sensitive nipples, or her own fingering of her full, tight ass, but something was causing her dancing to take on an ever more spasmodic character, as if she were trying to work it all out on the dance floor. Marc hoped that she was going to let him offer some help.

Suddenly, she seemed to be once again aware of his presence. She spoke to him, but her voice didn't carry over the roar of the record. He moved a little closer in order to hear, but her voice was still too soft. He stood barely four inches in front of her now, surprised that his erect cock and her protruding tits allowed them to stand so close. He was feeling very warm and excited by the time he could hear her words.

"Dance closer, you cuntlicker," she seemed to be saying in what sounded like a whisper. Marc couldn't believe that she had actually addressed him that way, but the leer in her eye and the way she was beginning to run her fingertips along the inside of her crotch suggested that she might very well have said just that.

Shelly had both hands firmly in her crotch as the music soared erotically. With each beat, her knees would buckle slightly and her fingers would press tighter against her pubes. She was clutching and releasing herself rapidly as the music peaked, her breathing growing more rapid as she rubbed the silky material of her pants against the moistening walls of her cunt. She was jerking now, less to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers than to that in her own fevered body, her fingers working busily at her crotch and her hips writhing to assist in pushing them up into her snatch. Her movements were not different than that of many of the others dancing on the floor, and Marc couldn't help but wonder how many hot little chicks came to the Naked Truth to enjoy the thrill of working themselves over in public to the beat of rock music. All around him were bobbing tits and asses, and he suspected that quite a few of the gyrating teenyboppers were quite ready to have some cock put to them by someone who really knew how. Marc was feeling eminently qualified.