Very M rated, and not related to any story. Thank you for leaving the prompt, striptease (you know who you are!) Needless to say, if its not your type of thing, avoid this chapter.
Harry sat down on the sofa heavily. It had been an incredibly long day at work, and he wanted nothing more than to take Ruth to bed and hold her close until the morning came. Unfortunately she wasn't at home. She'd said that she simply had to do some shopping, and he didn't argue with her. It was a woman thing that he was never going to understand, his marriage had taught him that much. He was debating whether he had the energy to get a whisky when the door opened.
"Its only me," Ruth called from the hall.
"Mm," Harry said, closing his eyes. He had been about to drift off into sleep when Ruth appeared, a smile on her face as she poured him a whisky. "You normally say I drink too much," Harry said as he took the glass from her, noticing the large measure she'd given him.
"Yes, well tonight's special," Ruth said. She went over to the CD player and put some music on. Music far away from Ruth's usual tastes. Then she stood in the middle of the room and started swaying her hips to the music.
Harry watched curiously. "What are you doing?"
"Giving you a show," she said, her voice low and controlled. Harry sat up and watched as she slowly ran her hands over herself. She still wore her jacket and scarf, but Harry could see that she was already touching herself sensually. Her hands went from her waist, slowly, up her body, lingering on her breasts just before her fingers went under the collar of the jacket. He watched, suddenly no longer tired, instead concentrating on the way her body moved in front of him. She smiled at him, a seductive smile that he so rarely saw from her and he felt his heart skip several beats. She slowly, oh so slowly, slipped the jacket off, the material falling from her arms as if in slow motion, falling onto the floor with a quiet swoosh. Her fingertips trailed across the silk of her blouse, moulding it to her body as she moved to the music, her hips swinging tantalisingly.
It hit him crystal clearly in that moment that she was stripping for him, and would continue until she had nothing on. She would have completely planned everything. It was Ruth, she would plan it down to the last detail. He was about to tell her that she didn't have to do this for him if she was uncomfortable, but he stopped himself. For one thing, she certainly didn't look uncomfortable, and secondly she might lose her newly discovered confidence. And he most certainly did not want that to happen. She was still smiling and she caught her lip with her teeth as her eyes stayed glued to his face. Painfully slowly she untied her scarf and his eyes started to wander to the rest of her. Her skirt was shorter than usual, and her blouse was tighter. And her heels were more than two inches high. She had planned this. He felt a groan forming in the back of his throat and all she had done was remove her jacket. But the way her body was moving to the music made him want her desperately.
"Ruth…" She looked at him, but said nothing. The scarf was in her hands and she ran her fingers through it softly. Delicately and slowly. Then, she moved it lower, making sure on its journey it touched everywhere on her body and ran it between her legs, as high as her skirt would allow. This time he couldn't hold back his groan and she smiled. She licked her lips tantalisingly and then began to approach him slowly, her heels making her sway even more. She leaned over him and dragged the scarf through her fingers again before draping it around his neck. Harry couldn't take this behaviour, and he reached up for her, hands over her back, intending to pull her in for a long desperate kiss.
"Ah ah," she said, drawing back a couple of inches and shaking her head. "You can't touch me. Not until I'm finished," she said, her eyes alight with mischief. "Although it seems you're enjoying the preview," she added, her hand slipping to the noticeable bulge in his trousers and squeezing.
"Immensely," he agreed. It was all he could do not to grab her and pin her to the table. The seductive feminine voice on the CD wasn't helping matters either. She smiled and licked her lips as she reached for his tie, taking it off and then running the silk through her fingers repeatedly before dropping it in his lap.
Then she stepped back from him so he could appreciate the full picture again. Getting back into the rhythm of the music, her hips swayed again as her hands went to her blouse. She ran her fingers down her neck and to the V of her shirt, just teasing under the fabric. Slowly releasing each button in turn, Harry was hardly aware of the fact that he'd moved forward so was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Ruth had noticed, and she smiled wickedly at him, glad of the effect this was having on him. Her blouse still had one button hanging on, and she ran her hands inside the shirt, "mm" ing all the while as her hands touched her skin sensually. She turned around as she released the last button and Harry had a new appreciation of the skirt she wore. So tight that her bum looked incredible. God he wanted her.
Ruth looked over her shoulder at him cheekily, as she lowered the material, revealing her bare back slowly. Her bra straps were black and Harry could all too easily imagine how fabulous she'd look in the bra she was wearing when facing him. She pulled one arm out and trailed her palm over the bare skin of her back, removing her other arm from her shirt carefully. Turning around to face him, she held her shirt over her breasts and strutted towards him, still smiling. When just within touching distance, she dropped the shirt and Harry's jaw fell open. Her bra was made of black lace but it was mostly see through. Her pale skin was masked by the flimsy material and he was dying to taste her. She turned sideways on to him and bent over slightly, her fingertips touching everywhere Harry wanted to. Her bum really looked incredible, especially with the way she was moving.
She sighed with longing and licked her lips as her fingers went behind her to the zip on her skirt. Harry was beginning to feel in a bit of pain, because he couldn't remember ever being this hard in his life. So he quickly undid his belt and loosened his fly. What he hadn't counted on was Ruth stroking his penis through his boxers for a moment before walking away. With her back to him she bent over slightly and continued pulling the zip down, shimmying out of it, leaving it on a puddle on the floor.
"Oh fucking hell," he said, seeing the black stockings, suspender belt and knickers all from behind. Turning around she grinned at the stunned look on his face, pulled up a stool and put her leg up on it. She stroked her thigh gently as her hands eventually made it between her legs, applying pressure to her most sensitive spot. Harry began stroking himself without even being aware of it, but Ruth did notice and she was thrilled. She slipped her shoe off and trailed her hand up her calf, around the back of her knee and then ran her index finger around the top of the stocking. Unfastening it from her suspender belt she removed it, the fabric gathering at her ankle. She draped it over Harry's shoulders, leaning over so her breasts brushed against his chest and he could smell her skin, so tantalisingly close. She repeated the action with the other leg and dropped the stocking and garter belt to the floor. Her hands moved up leisurely over her thighs, up her waist and pausing on her breasts, squeezing and touching sensually as her hips kept moving in time to the music. Turning around, she walked closer to him and felt his eyes glued to her bum as she moved. She wiggled it a bit and his palm reached out and touched her. The second he made contact she drew away.
Painfully casually she removed her bra straps and stroked her arms gently before going closer to him yet again and straddling him. He groaned, hands on her waist but she pushed them away. "No touching." He agreed reluctantly, but only because he didn't want her to stop. Her breasts were so close he might have been able to lick them. Make her nipples stand out even more than they were doing through the flimsy fabric. She reached behind her, thrusting her breasts into Harry's face as she unfastened it. The material falling from her she carefully took it off and threw it on the sofa as he looked at her breasts, now unimpeded. She moved a little more, pressing down into his erection for a moment before she moved off of him.
She pinched her nipples and gave her breasts all the attention she was used to from Harry, just doing it herself instead. She noticed that his hands were occupied touching himself, as he stared at her, eyes black with passion and desire for her. Then, she moved to the grand finale. Turning slightly she pushed her fingers under the side of her silk knickers, mirroring it the other side. Swinging her hips sensually, she pulled the scrap of silk down, inch by inch, until they reached her knees, then fell to the floor. Harry's eyes were anywhere and everywhere but her face and as she stepped out of her knickers, she walked over to him and touched herself intimately, sighing at the contact, eyes heavy lidded as she continued. Soon enough, she'd straddled him, her bare thighs resting across his and she drew him in for a kiss.
"I can touch you now?" he questioned, his voice almost broken. He still held back, not touching her even though he wanted to, not until she said it was okay. It didn't matter that he was throbbing with need, it didn't matter that he was desperate for her, she had to be alright with it. Although, after that…
"Yes," she said. "That's as much of a show as I have in me."
"Good." Ruth gasped in surprised as he got up, holding her firmly and laid her on the floor. He covered her body instantly and pushed himself inside her hard. Ruth cried out from the intensity of the feeling. He'd hardly touched her at all, but she was wet enough for him, and he felt so good inside her. Usually he waited for a few moments to make sure she'd adjusted to him, but this time Harry didn't slow. He thrust into her faster and harder than ever before, her legs wrapped around him. The delicious friction he was creating caused a yearning deep inside her, and instinctively she wanted more and more. Harry was unrelenting in his speed and kept going deep inside her, making her muscles clench around him, needing something to push her over the edge.
He thrust inside her again, once, twice, three times and he came with a loud "Oh Ruth…" The feeling of him climaxing inside her, warm and wet, made her own orgasm wash over her in silence. It wasn't the most intense one she'd experienced with Harry, but it was close. Harry came to himself a minute or two later and took his weight off of Ruth, afraid he was crushing her.
"I'm so sorry," he said the instant her eyes opened.
"What for?" she asked bewildered. She reached for her blouse to cover up some of her nakedness, as Harry was still almost fully dressed.
"For the way I just… for the way I had sex with you. It was like I was… using you. Not thinking about your pleasure at all, only thinking about myself. I'm so sorry."
"No, you let go of your control," Ruth said firmly. "That was what I wanted. You never only think about you, I always come first. I wanted your usual will of steel to vanish."
"Why?" he asked, knowing she was telling the truth but curious as to the reason.
She reached for him and kissed him slowly before answering. "Things are always slow and measured between us in bed," she said. "I enjoy it, I really do, but every once in a while, I like to have it hard and fast. But you're too gentle with me and keep treating me like I'm going to break. So I like it when you very occasionally… let go."
"That's because you're incredibly special to me," he said quietly. "I like to know you're enjoying it before I can enjoy it."
"Well, I did enjoy that," she said. "A lot."
"What on earth made you strip like that in front of me?"
"I thought you'd enjoy it," she said, her eyes bright. "Plus your reaction once you knew what was going on made it clear you loved the view."
"Christ alive Ruth," he said, shaking his head slightly. "You were incredible. So incredible that I'm going to take you upstairs and have another round straight away."
"Sounds perfect," she said, a grin on her face. Harry stood up and straightened himself out which took about thirty seconds. Then he helped her to her feet and kissed her, his hands going down her body and resting on her bum. "Upstairs?" she breathed into his mouth. He nodded, eyes sparkling and he left her clothes scattered around the floor. A reminder of a great night, with much more to come.
I keep tweaking this, a bit nervous about something so far outside my comfort zone. Hope it was okay. ;)