Private Dance

The air was scented with coconuts and Dustin could taste pineapple on
his tongue as he sat in the small room, transfixed by the beautiful
woman in front of him.  He had figured there would be strip clubs in
Hawaii, but he had never thought to find a woman as beautiful as Kanoa
there. 

She smiled at him, turning away as her hips twitched in the ancient,
seductive dance of the hula.  Her brown hair was sunstreaked with
blonde, highlighting her softly tanned skin and exotic features.  When
she turned back, she had removed the bra she was wearing and pulled her
hair forward so her pert, pretty breasts peeked through the fall of
strands over her shoulder.

Dustin’s hand was on the bulge in his crotch, pressing as Kanoa teased
him, lifting the hair from her tits just long enough for him to get a
glimpse and then dropping it back.  Her fingers drifted through her
luxuriously thick hair until she found her nipples, wrapping the hair
around them and rubbing them until they stood out stiffly. 

She raised her arms, making slow, sinuous movements, and then tossed
her head back, bringing her hair to the side and baring her breasts. 
Dustin gasped and felt his prick give a mighty throb as he pressed down
firmly on his dick with the heel of his hand.  Her breasts were small,
but perfectly shaped, and the brown nipples teased him.

Kanoa’s hips were moving in figure eights and circles, and he noticed
the sarong she was wearing slipping lower and lower, revealing more of
her perfectly tanned skin.  He swallowed, realizing that he was about
to find out if she was tanned all over.  When the fabric puddled to the
floor, he groaned audibly, staring at the patch of trimmed dark hair
just above her pussy.

She moved around, turning her back to him but watching him with her
wide, dark eyes and a soft smile.  Her tight ass clenched firmly with
each movement.  Dustin reached down and undid his pants, pulling out
his cock and stroking it as Kanoa danced for him.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, turning back to him, the smile on her face
wider.  She ran her hands over her tits, cupping them and then tugging
at the nipples.  Dustin’s prick was throbbing in his hand, like a
missile before launch.  She ran her hands over the perfect brown of her
flat stomach, bringing her palms together as she plunged them between
her thighs.

“Oh god,” Dustin panted, fisting his dick more rapidly as Kanoa’s hands
slid back and forth between her thighs.  She was gloriously beautiful,
even more so now that he could see her touching her cunt and smell the
juices.  She watched him stroking his cock, the head swollen and red as
he got closer to coming.

Dustin could see Kanoa’s breasts rising and falling as her breathing
increased.  She turned away and bent forward, one hand on her clit as
her ass and thighs opened, revealing the pretty brown eye of her
asshole and the warm, wet mouth of her cunt.  “You are so beautiful,”
he moaned, as the cum poured from his dick, flowing down over his hand.

Kanoa whimpered in pleasure as she came, thrusting a finger inside her
gripping cunt lips and then stood up, licking her fingers as she looked
at him.  “Thank you,” she said simply, and smiled.