Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
Ted said, clearly impressed.
“She loves dancing,” I replied.
Ted’s phone buzzed, and after a brief conversation, he turned to me. “Two of our friends are downstairs wondering if they can join us.”
I hesitated, then nodded. “Sure, why not?”
The song ended, and Diane came over, taking my hand. “Your turn,” she said with a sly smile.
“I can’t dance like that,” I protested.
“Just try,” she teased, pulling me up.
As we danced, I decided to have a little fun. I reached out and slid one of her straps off her shoulder. Diane smirked, her eyes twinkling, but kept moving. Encouraged, I slid the other strap off.