The Last Dance

By Stephenie Muller

50% of the proceeds go to Bundy to the Farm Drought Aid.
Connected by passion and secret desire - this novela deals with the sex lives of four women - the owner of a boutique faithful to her husband, the party girl hair dresser, a grade four Catholic school teacher having an affair with a married man and an artist also having an a ffair with a married man but under very different circumstances.

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Two thirds of the way through these women all take a foodie cruise and it is when they all meet on this ship that the reader starts to see how their lives are all connected.I also like to think that with the way this story ends it touches lightly on the moral questions involved with affairs.

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For something different, check out the end of the book first and take the challenge if you dare !

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Seductively Sexy !!

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From the foot of the bed she slowly and precisely, like a gentle feline crawled onto the bed.

"I think you've been a bad boy Charlie. A very bad boy."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Mar 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387710379

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The Last Dance

The Last Dance

STEPHENIE  MULLER

Copyright

© Stephenie Muller 2018

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All rights reserved.

Author:                  Stephenie Muller 2018

Title:                      The Last Dance

Chapter 1

For the most part her single bedroom apartment was modern with contemporary lines. White walls with a white kitchen, white lounge suite. A polished black concrete floor and two large silver rugs. One in the lounge area and one underneath the high gloss dining room table, also white. The only hint of colour was the five large contemporary water colours that hung on the walls. The bedroom though was quite the opposite. Plush dark charcoal grey carpet from skirting board to skirting board with deep purple walls and a deep silver ceiling from which hung a red chandelier. 

The stereo started with a boom and in the doorway a tall well proportioned leg with black lace step-ins up to there, slid gracefully up the door frame, toes pointed directly down. A soft white hand with cherry red nails also curled around the door frame. As Charlie lay there naked between the silk sheets his anticipation grew, as did his manhood, though it was covered by, quiet likely, the most plush silk covered doona he had ever seen or felt. In fact it was the only silk doona he had ever seen or felt.

Charlie, she said in a seductive school mistresses voice. Have you been a good boy?

Yes ma'am, he replied.

She looked around the corner and walked toward him, one foot distinctly after the other. In high black heels and a black lace g-string she asked, Are you sure Charlie?

Yes ma'am, he answered again.

From the foot of the bed she slowly and precisely like a gentle feline crawled onto the bed.

I don't think you have Charlie, she said swishing the large ostrich feather she held in her hand. I think you've been a bad boy Charlie. A very bad boy.

Her eyes were soft and her mouth pouty. Charlie in his nervousness made a sound almost like a school girl's giggle.

You know what I do to bad boys. Don't you Charlie ?

Charlie chuckled again. Sandy lent forward so that she was now stretched out above him taking the weight of her body on one hand as she lifted the feather to his face with the other and ever so lightly, tickled him on the nose. Charlie grinned and half chuckled again, half sneezed. When she took the feather away he could see her cleavage almost busting from the lace bodice. And he was sure, just a hint of champagne pink also was showing. Her lips were red. Red like the red nails she now dazzled his mind with as she fist licked the tip of her finger before pointing to him, then running it first across and then between her breasts. Every move that Sandy made was slow, precise and enticing. Charlie went to reach for her and she flicked his hand away as though he was some naughty school boy reaching for the cookie jar.

Uh-uh-ah, she said with the corner of her mouth turned ever so slightly into a smile. Now you just wait your turn Charlie. she added sternly.

Charlie dropped his gaze punished and regretful but Sandy lifted his chin so that he was looking at her again. She tracked the centre line of his chest with her fingernail.

Hmm, she smiled and murmured. " Oh Charlie Charlie, what are we going to do with you ? I think you should be punished. Don't you ?"

Charlie sighed. Yes ma'am, he agreed.

Mm, she said with a sudden flick of the feather that had been laying beside him. Yes, I think you should be tied up and whipped. That's the only way to teach boys like you.

Oh no ma'am. Not the whip, Charlie pleaded. Please no.

Then what will you do to make up for your bad behaviour ? she asked.

Charlie tried to think fast.

Well I could...

No. Not fast enough, Sandy reprimanded.

Wiggling herself back down to the end of the bed Charlie tried to follow but was flicked yet again swiftly on the top of the head by the feather she still held.

A loud sharp Ouch! came from Charlie and he reached for the doona ensuring that he was covered and protected in other areas too.

Ah ha ha ha, Sandy laughed with incantations of witchdom.

Now sitting upright in bed and still clutching the doona Charlie watched as Sandy walked, still in her high heels and with her bare naked butt on display. Crimped blonde hair with wispy ends drizzled down to the point of her shoulder blades. A large black wardrobe on the wall stood three doors wide. She looked back at Charlie, whipped her feather in front of her and pivoted back to the wardrobe opening the centre door.

Well now. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. What can I find for you ? she pondered.

Although his dominatrix was blocking most of the view, a fact by which he was totally not disappointed in, he did manage to catch a glimpse of what was inside. A long belt with a shiny silver buckle hung from the door. More glimpses of shiny and silver were also hanging inside to the back of the cupboard up high. Although he could not make them out exactly, he presumed from shape and size that they were hand cuffs. There was a shelf just below half way, an assortment of items were gathered there, coloured dildos, were all that he could properly determine in the warm half light. When Sandy turned around the long feather had been replaced with what for all purposes was a riding crop and twirling on the end of her finger, the handcuffs. Charlie could only hope that his punishment would leave him unscared at the end of the night.

As she walked slowly back to the side of the bed Charlie could not take his eyes off her voluptuous breasts, still threatening to pop right out of the tight bodice. Sandy noticed and it made her smile inside and out, but she did not speak. Again she took him under the chin and forced him to look higher then the two things he desired most. Silently and quiet gracefully she then took his wrist cuffing him and anchoring him to the top of the bed by one hand. This action had stretched his body and now just the tip of his manhood peaked from beneath the silk quilt. Sandy was quick to notice. With the tip of the crop she touched him as barely a hair falling might touch and yet he cringed. His stomach muscles tightened and his manhood shuddered. Sandy remained silent and Charlie caught in anticipation and healthy fear also spoke not a word. She stepped from the bed and careful to leave him untouched, took the top of the doona and lay it to the foot of the bed. It was all done in slow motion. Charlie was now truly, fully exposed and the soft light of the room lit up his full elongated potential.  He felt naked, not only in the sense of being with out clothes, but of being completely exposed and helpless. It was a new experience for him. Returning to his side and with the tip of the whip, Sandy explored the timid beast before her. Starting at his inner thigh she lightly traced his curves with the  leather crop careful to avoid the place she most wanted to be. The place that he most wanted her to be. Right up, as far as his jaw she lightly played and teased leaning over him once that her breasts, almost touched his heaving rib cage. The urge to struggle had already begun to flow through him. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her touching him, but he knew that there would be consequences if he did and he restrained himself, holding on instead with his free hand to the sheet below him.

Sandy knelt on the edge of the bed, leaned over him and in one smooth action was sitting over his thighs. Charlie's heart throbbed, his manhood throbbed and the sight pleased her. She rewarded him.  With a feather like touch she slid her fingers up and then down his manhood. His face smiled, his eyes closed as he became consumed in the moment. His chest rose as he took in deep breath. It was taking his full strength to control himself. The night was still young and he was swelling so fast.  She stopped and his eyes again became aware of her body above him. Now she was holding her breasts, rubbing them as gently as she had rubbed his manhood.

Slowly she undid her bodice. Button, by button, by button until it fell open revealing what he had been waiting all night to see and to touch. Plump and round, it was the first time he had seen breasts that had been.... enhanced. She sat there fingers playing with herself, rising her nipples to their full potential. Charlie reach out to touch but she cussed him.

T,t,t, now now, you must wait, she told him and at the same time quickly and sharply she reached down and flicked his side with the crop he had already forgotten about.

Awe, he said dropping his lip and looking sheepish.

Again she stroked his manhood soothing his broken feelings. Standing to attention little movements told that he was enjoying every moment. Sandy leaned over sliding slightly lower down Charlie's legs and brushed her breasts against the now throbbing beast.

Uh. Uh. Oh.

Charlie was in ecstasy. Her nipples, hard and round tickled with every pass they made of his manhood and when she lay deeper upon him the soft plumpness of her swollen breast swallowing him, made him wonder how long he could hold out. He told himself, that he had to.

Uh.Uh. the groans came from him as she continued.

Sandy slowed down and backed off a little. No point in spoiling the fun yet. With her lips she nibbled around his belly button then ran her tongue over his almost hairless chest. She felt him release his breath deeply, relaxing from the excitement of the moment past. She hovered. As she continued to nibble all parts of his torso she could feel her nipples touching his flesh and sometimes she let her entire breast press firmly into him. She could feel him relaxing now, he'd become comfortable with the situation. With out him noticing, she took hold of the crop. She slapped it on the bed beside his leg. Beneath her she felt his muscles tighten as a rush of anxious surprise flashed through his body. Running a long red nail down Charlie's chest she then vacated her seat above him and went back to the cupboard. Charlie waited in anticipation wondering what the hell other surprises she had in that dark fortress. Sandy returned with an extra set of cuffs. His punishment for relaxing on her. She took hold of his other wrist, not as gently as she had before and now tied by both wrists to the bed, he was completely at her mercy. It was a little more then excitement that ran through his body now and a little less then total fear. She sat on the edge of the bed and ran her riding crop from one cheek down under his chin and across to the other. Charlie's eyes were focused directly on her now, not at her body, not at her plump tight breasts, but at her face. Trying to read her mind he wondered what punishment she was about to lay upon him next. She placed the riding crop down beside him as a torment. There was nothing he could do with it because he was restrained but if she needed to use it again, it was there. Sandy slid her hand seductively down her leg to the high heel shoes that she wore. Her breasts squished into her thigh as she bent over undoing one and then the other. The line of her arched back stood out in the soft light. Charlie found it was just as much a turn on as the rest of her all but naked body. Her g-string now the only clothing, she made her way to kneel above him on the bed. Looking down she could see that she had his full attention again. Any part of him that had been relaxed was now, most definitely, not. She lowered herself between his legs and after a stroke, two strokes, three strokes of his man hood Charlie began to anticipate her next move, he wanted her, he wanted her NOW. On top him, where he could feel himself inside of her, feel the warmth of her honey pot, just feel her. Finally she obliged. Finally, she lay on her back legs in the air slowly and ever gracefully as she had all night slid the g-string to the tip of her toes. Then held the small handful of black lace out from her letting it fall to the floor beside the bed. Sliding to his manhood Sandy rubbed her honey pot against him. As she slid up, her short pubic hairs were soft like the silk sheets he lay on. As she slid down they tickled him in a combination of pleasure and prickles, it was an unusual feeling for him. Then with just a little guidance from the tip of her finger, he was there, inside of her. She rose and she lowered at a slow, rhythmic, enchanting pace.

Already Charlie was wondering how much of this pleasure he could take. Should he let himself be seduced by the pleasure or should he hold back and prolong for as long as possible. The pace quickened, a little faster, a little harder. Her breasts began to wobble and bounce. Her nipples, he could see even in the half light were about as hard as any nipples could get. Third gear he thought and so she went through the shifts dropping from fourth back to first and then in one last burst she skipped the in-betweens and went straight to fifth. Charlie new it was too late now he was on a ride he had no control over. Sensations boiled with in him. The pressure was beyond his belief. Hot, swelling pressure that, uh, uh, uhh, huh, huh, oh it was coming he knew it. Sandy kept up the pace, herself in ecstasy as she felt Charlie hitting deep inside of her. Shivers were driving through her as his manhood touched the nerves of her garage door with each time she slid up and down. The muscles in her legs burned and her toe drove deep into the mattress for traction but she couldn't feel it. All that she felt was the steel passion of Charlie's manhood. When he came the fire that exploded with in her.

U- u- UHHHHH, he groaned and she was right there with him.

Shivers ran through her entire body, quivers and pulsations down below and Charlie in his sensitivity felt each and every one as he lay there his body reeling from the pleasure. Sandy stayed holding on to him, her hands on his chest, catching her breath. She could feel him dangling inside of her and when she moved just slightly her clit throbbed, swollen in ecstasy.

She released him from his restraints and together they lay there side by side with only their arms touching. Each naked, each fulfilled. After a while Sandy looked across at the clock, it was just past midnight.  She would wait for Charlie to recover and then....

Lunch at twelve? Laura said popping her head through the door of Sandy's hairdressing shop next door.

Umm, Sandy hesitated as she ran her long fingernail down the page with her list of appointments. How about twelve thirty?

Done, said Laura.

Laura owned the dress shop next door to Sandy's hair salon. It was a small modern dress shop in the front, with a large storage room at the back which gave ample room for sorting and preparing new shipments of clothes, before sending them to the racks in front for sale. She also owned and lived in the apartment directly above her dress shop. Laura liked the set up because the shop had a stair case that lead directly to the apartment. At the rear of the display area, was a solid door which she always kept locked and which opened to a stair well. At the top of the stair well a wrought iron gate which could also be locked and which opened out on to a small landing. Beside this gate was a second gate, also of wrought iron and also with a solid lock. It opened to the external stair case which lead to the street below. On the opposite side of the landing was a solid wall, while on the other wall a single steel door lead into the industrial style apartment. To soften the apartment, Laura would always buy two fresh cut bunches of flowers at the start of the week. One for the table and one for the lounge room. Fashion magazines lay spread across the wooden and cast iron coffee table and blue throw rugs across the suede cloth sofa added a touch of texture and luxury. On the kitchen bench sat always a single bowl of lemons and one lime. It was quite different to the house she shared in the country with her husband Jeff.

The country house was her weekend house, though Jeff stayed there most nights of the year. It was on acreage, seven hundred and twenty acres to be exact. Set in the rolling green hills of Victoria the landscape was dotted with Red Gum and Oak and with a small brook that ran through the bottom two paddocks. Close to the house the fence posts were all painted white. On the fences surrounding the three horse paddocks were strips of white poly pipe fitted over the top wire, to protect the horses form injury. A large barn housed all the machinery needed to run the farm while the house, built in the middle of last century, was a sprawling white tribute to farm houses of that era. Set on a mound of lawn with slate verandahs and French doors it always felt like coming home to a holiday. Old time roses and shrubs filled the void between the shade trees and the house.

Laura left her shop in the hands of her assistant she got in for just three hours a day and joined Sandy at the cafe near the corner of their street.

Hey you, Sandy smiled as her friend approached.

Laura smiled back in acknowledgement of Sandy's 'hello'. Then she stepped to the counter and ordered herself a turkey on rye. It was understood between the two woman that they always ordered straight up not waiting for the other. This was a busy cafe and they were busy people.

So how was your weekend? Laura asked when she took her place at the table with Sandy.

Mmh, Sandy said with a grin while she rolled her eyes. Brilliant.

Ah ha. So who was he?

Laura enjoyed Sandy's flamboyant love life. She had married her high school sweetheart and it gave her the opportunity to fantasise over a life she had never known or would even be game to know.

Charlie, Sandy informed her friend.

Charlie. Gosh he sounds ancient.

Not at all, Sandy replied before going on with some of the details of the evening. In fact Sandy guessed that Charlie would have been close to ten years her junior and after having her way with him he had bounced back, quite the surprise package. The girls behind them listened on with excitement and pleasure though the two woman could not tell from where they were sitting and Sandy had, tried, to keep her voice low.

But what about you? Sandy asked realising for just how long she had been talking about her self.

Nothing like that, Laura admitted. I helped Jeff sight in a knew line of fence Saturday morning and we made a good start on the gardening in the afternoon. You should see the way the weeds have taken over the back garden. We did go out for lunch on Sunday though, to the winery on the other side of town.

Laura's life was a simple one compared to her friends. Stable and reliable, nothing ever changed too much and she was comfortable with that.

Oh. Your so boring, Sandy laughed with the best of humour.

Laura laughed too. Thanks! she announced.

The waiter cleaning the next table glanced quickly at the two women and then looked away just as quickly.

The girls never took more time then they needed to over lunch and today was no different, but it did get Laura thinking. That night she lay alone in bed trying to remember the last time