Who said working out is not fun. lol Need a little music with this.

Intuitive inhibitions send the curtain high
as on the stage we go. Both sultry to the look.
You in your white cotton dress, me in suit and tie.
Nice shoes, by the way, as the music plays and our
dance begins.
Slowly and with methodical purpose the ribbon falls
from your hair as I slip off my jacket. Your hair unfurls
golden locks as you rub a curl along my cheek. I
am enthralled by the smell of your blonde as I inhale
deeply the sweet fragrance of sweet pea on your skin.
You glide toward the pole in the center as you slip off your
heels. My tie is loosened and my collar opens. I watch your
feet seductively massage the pole as if your resurrecting your
Adonis. You cast a glance my way as I slowly measure up to
you. You dream of waded up stacks of green being thrown for
you. I dream of just those green eyes staring up at me.
I inch around the pole in front of you as you grab my tie and hold
me tight to the steel. You grind yourself on your Adonis as I hold
captive your glaze. My shirt un-buttoned, your silk stockings rolled
down one inch at a time. Forever your eyes fixed on mine
as if a tornado of tease fills your mind. Your smooth tan legs wrap
hard around my steel as your heels dig into my ass to press me tighter
against the pole. Two poles hard pressing to be the first. With the grace
of a ballet dancer, I remove the cotton on my feet as I rest my legs on
yours. Spooned together upright around the pole, I feel your muscles
tense as you shy away from my grip. The music plays faster as I hear a zip
and your white reveals your red underneath. You return to your pole
in the center down low you go, but I follow with the cunningness of cat
trapping it’s prey. Both hunters and the hunted we dance . My shirt undone
as the cuffs open up. Hard barreled muscles ripple across my chest as you watch my chest flex and my stomach turn taunt. I saunter toward your pole as your leg reaches my shoulder giving me full view of your red. You twirl fast on one foot as my mind spins faster just as you planned. Always one step ahead, your red laced top slides across my face. I weaken as you see the parting of my lips as a soft moan escapes my defenses. My belt un-done I yank it hard and fast snapping it in the air as you ohhh and ahhhh at the sound of the cracking leather. You breathe in the taste of my cologne as I try and catch you off guard. Sweating now the intensity grows as only your red floss sized thong fills my mind. You swing around the pole. Rotating with the music. Circles are what you like. Soft, dainty touches as I try and forget. Muscles tense beyond exertion as my black slacks fall to reveal what you want. Ah, not wearing any as I shimmy around the pole more careful now as you are left with the last garment on. The music winds down and our
bodies tortured with our own passion and lust as you slip the captive thong away. Our audience of mirrors enjoys what they see as you stop the workout cd for pole stripping and soft jazz plays penetrating our soul, you place my tie around my neck and lead me away to finish what you planned anyway.

r.b.