I'm so sorry for the LONG delay. Thanks for all of your support.
"But why do we HAVE to go?"
"Because she is your future sister in law."
"That's not really a reason."
"Yes it is."
"It seems like she has plenty of friends who are going."
"Jane. It would be rude not to."
"Fine. But this is going to be ridiculous."
"I'm excited. I think it will be fun!"
"You would think that. A pole dancing class with a bunch of Lydia's closest friends sounds like the worst idea ever. I REALLY don't want to go."
"You are such pessimist! At the very least it will be a good workout. Pleeaaassseeeee." Maura flashed Jane a goofy smile and Jane caved, as usual.
That was the conversation that had led to the situation in which Jane currently found herself. Luckily, her athleticism had helped her get through the class so far, and she had to admit that it was, in fact, a good workout. As an added bonus, Jane was really enjoying watching Maura sexily dance around the pole and shimmy up and down it.
"Okay, ladies. Everyone partner up."
Jane snickers as Maura eagerly skips toward her. "Partner?"
"No way. I'm partnering up with Lydia's mom. We are totally best buddies."
"Jane! Shhh! Don't be mean." Maura's giggle is hushed as she leans into Jane's shoulder.
"Okay. Every couple grab a chair. It's time for a lap dance lesson."
Jane's insides literally flip over and the room around her begins to spin.
"You are going twice. I'm not dancing on you."
"That's not fair!" Maura pouts as she lines the chair up. "I want a lap dance, too."
"There is no way in hell I'm giving you a lap dance. I will crush you.""
"Jane! I will get a different partner. I swear I will!"
Jane knows that Maura is most likely bluffing, but she also knows that Maura is stubborn enough to do it. "Okay! God. Keep it down!"
"Yay!"
Following the teacher's instructions, Maura pushes Jane into the chair and steps back a few feet. She drops her head, and then lifts it seductively, as she throws her hair back over her shoulder.
As she steps up to Jane, who has every single muscle tensed, she can feel all of the blood in her body rush to the surface, making her tingle and prickle all over.
"Okay, now give your partner a naughty look and step over her legs." The whole room fills with giggles, but Jane and Maura are not laughing, as Maura straddles Jane's legs, standing over her.
"Before you sit down on your partner's lap, grab her by the back of the neck and show her who is boss." A fresh wave of shivers jolts from where Maura's hand tangles in her hair at the base of her hairline, down to her toes.
Without warning, Maura mounts Jane and begins moving to the music on Jane's lap. As Maura's ass, covered only by thin spandex, drags up and down against Jane's crotch, Jane's lungs shut down. Infinite warmth spreads over her, and she begins breathing in shallow and audible huffs. Jane is certain she was about to cry out of frustration. She cannot think about anything except Maura naked on top of her-bouncing and shaking.
Maura, too, begins to struggle with her body's reactions. Moving like this against Jane is something she has fantasized about for years and her body is refusing to behave. Her attention is split between worrying that the vast wetness between her legs will show through her pants and fighting the urge to beg Jane to touch her everywhere. Her palms are sweaty as she grasps at Jane's neck, and pushes her chest against Jane's face.
"Alright ladies. Let's switch it up."
Suddenly, Jane is very aware of the fact that her hands are on Maura's ass and a look of pure fear flashes across her features. Her face is inches from Maura's, and Maura's hot breath is on and around her mouth.
Trying with all her might to appear calm, Maura halts her hips looks at Jane. "My turn, Jane."
Her chest, neck and face betray her, as soon as her eyes meet Jane's-immediately flushing, beyond the pink hue that had already extended from her chest to her cheeks.
Noticing this, Jane feels a momentary sense of composure glaze over her. Whether it is the champagne buzz that has finally materialized, or the arousal humming through her, she's uncertain. At this moment, it doesn't matter because she doesn't have to stop touching Maura yet and is her newly chosen focus.
"Right. My turn."
She readily places her hands on Maura's hips and helps Maura get off her lap. Eagerly, Maura's hands cover Jane's and she pulls Jane into a standing position. They bump into each other as they both step to the side to let the other pass.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Jane." Feeling brave, Jane drops her hands to Maura's waist and spins her around.
"No problem. Now sit."
Jane's confidence feeds the savory ache between Maura's legs. Neither of them is listening to the instructor as Jane sits on Maura's lap and begins moving to the music playing in the small studio. Maura is soaking wet as Jane's lithe body moves against her. She doesn't even realize what she's doing as she begins to subtly push her hips off the chair, against Jane's movements. It's moderate enough to not be visible to anyone, but distinct enough for Jane to feel.
"Now, stand back up, turn around and give your partner a view from behind before sitting back on her lap."
Maura's throat goes completely dry as Jane stands, bends over and snaps into a standing position before backing up to sit back on her lap. She is so turned on that she knows any additional friction against her crotch may actually push her over the edge.
Taking Maura's hands in her own, Jane presses them against her waist, before sliding them up and down her abs. Just as Maura's hands reach her lower stomach, Jane rocks her hips forward, applying pressure to Maura's center.
Involuntarily, Maura's fingers grasp at Jane's moving hips as she staves off the orgasm she cannot believe is bubbling to the surface. Exercising all if her energy in an effort to not cum like this, she whispers, "Jane."
Either Jane does not hear her or Jane chooses to ignore her, as she continues to undulate on top of her. "Jane." The quick glance over her shoulder assures Maura that Jane hears her.
"Yes?" Jane's response does not stop her body however, and Maura knows she is about to explode.
"Jane, I need you to stop."
Jane looks at Maura in her peripheral vision. "Why? Am I hurting you?"
"Ohhh. No. It's not that."
Loving the way Maura's body feels under her, Jane keeps moving, now pressing Maura's hands into the tops of her thighs. Barely able to complete a though, Maura mumbles. "I'm just worried that I'm about to..."
Just as Maura is about to crest, the instructor's voice echoes through the studio. "OKAY, ladies. Great work!"
Maura's climax is abruptly stopped before it actually started, and she feels as though she is visibly shaking when Jane steps off her lap.
After taking a few seconds to gather herself, Jane turns around and sees Maura breathing very deeply, while grasping at the chair outside of her legs.
"Maur?"
Maura just sits still, staring at the floor, blinking rapidly.
"Maura, c'mon it's time to change and head to the bar."
Maura raises her head and attempts to look at Jane with as much normalcy as possible. Her body is on edge and she is well aware of the dangers of getting up too quickly in such a state, so she waits a few seconds before responding. "Okay. I'm ready."
They make their way into the changing room and each make a point to turn away while changing. Knowing that Maura takes a little longer to change, Jane slows her pace and waits before turning around. When she places her hand on Maura's shoulder, Maura jumps.
"Oh! Jane! I'm sorry...I was… lost in thought." The truth is, Maura's body is pulsing; she is unbelievably aroused, and as a result, unbelievably frustrated.
"No problem We should hurry up. I think everyone is waiting on us."
"Of course. I'm sorry."
Maura uncharacteristically maintains physical distance between her body and Jane's as she grabs her bags and walks past Jane.
When they get to the bar, they once again find themselves isolated from the group of women. Whereas this is usually a welcome happenstance, tonight it was proving to be very difficult. Maura continues to avoid physical contact with Jane, as she guzzles down a couple of mixed drinks.
Submitting to the awkwardness, Maura decides she needs a moment to calm her internal commotion. "I have to use the restroom. I'll be right back."
Jane watches Maura hurriedly walk across the room, toward the bathroom, and before she can second guess her actions, follows. When she knocks on the bathroom door, Maura shouts back. "I'll be done in a moment."
She knocks again and then speaks loudly into the door. "Maura. It's me. Let me in."
"Jane?"
"Yes. Open the door."
After a few seconds, the door opens a few inches and Jane pushes her way in, walking past Maura.
When Maura turns to look at Jane, Jane shoves her against the door. Mere centimeters from Maura's face, Jane stops and looks directly into Maura's eyes. One of her hands presses harshly into Maura's shoulder, keeping her pinned against the bathroom door, while her other roughly grabs at Maura's center over the material of Maura's pants. Maura begins to pant, but doesn't say anything. The desire in Maura's eyes motivates Jane to keep going, and she pops the jeans button open and slides her hand inside of Maura's pants, over her damp panties.
"Damn! You're just as wet as I am."
Maura doesn't say anything; she just takes Jane's hand, yanks it up and pushes it back down, under her panties. Slick, bare flesh, causes Jane to release a guttural moan. She parts Maura and comes into contact with Maura's erect clit, which is pulsing with her heartbeat. Without pause, Jane begins to rub the tense nub in circles, smiling when Maura whimpers in response.
Gruffly, Jane hikes Maura's shirt up above her breasts and squeezes a breast before yanking the cup down and exposing a perky breast with a straining nipple. She takes the puckered bud in between her index finger and thumb and pinches and pulls.
Finally, Maura collects enough air in her lungs to speak. "God, yes, Jane." Jane intensifies her movement against Maura's clit and palms Maura's breast.
"You like that?"
Once again unable to speak, Maura nods several times, before grabbing Jane by the back of her neck and pulling her into a sloppy kiss. As their tongues meet, the sensations between Maura's legs culminate and Maura cums, yelping into Jane's open mouth. She bites and tugs at Jane's bottom lip as her climax fades.
Dropping her head back against the door, Maura looks up at Jane with hooded eyelids. Jane brings her wet fingers to her mouth and licks them clean. Her eyes return to Maura's and she whispers, "You taste so good."
Still unable to feel her legs, Maura hisses before whispering back. "Take me home, Jane."
When they back to Maura's house, Maura practically tackles Jane as Jane clicks the lock shut.
"I want you completely naked right now." She rips Jane's shirt open, sending buttons in every direction. Jane's bra is quick to join her shirt on the floor.
"God, Maura. I like this side of you."
Maura looks up from her now squatting position and smiles haughtily. She impatiently pulls Jane's shoes and socks off. "All I could think about while you were on top of me was how much better it would be if you were naked." As if punctuating her sentence, Maura strips down Jane's pants with determined force.
Jane clutches Maura's shoulders and hauls her back to a standing position. "I know the feeling." They kiss without restraint-their hands rubbing and squeezing everywhere at once. Maura detaches with a step back and looks Jane up and down.
"God, Jane. You have no idea what you do to me. Your body is incredible." She drops her hand to directly above Jane's panty line and traces up the middle of Jane's abs. "I've never been so aroused in my life."
Further energized by Maura's statement, Jane seizes Maura's hand. "Come here." She leads Maura to the dining room table and pulls a chair out. "Sit."
With mild disbelief behind her eyes, Maura smiles brightly as she sits down and kicks off her heels. She leans back, driving her hips forward. Standing in just her panties, Jane bends over, grasps the bottom of Maura's blouse and dexterously shucks it off of Maura.
"Mmmmm." Maura hums as Jane's fierce gaze leads the way for Jane's hands. With a natural grace, Jane's fingers edge along the outside of Maura's breasts, and around her back, where they flick and part the clasp on Maura's bra. As soon as it loosens, Jane draws the straps down, leaving Maura topless and quivering.
Maintaining the pace and agility of her movements, Jane undoes the button on Maura's jeans, takes hold of the waistband and pulls them down. Maura lifts her ass to help, as she loses control of her breathing.
Returning to an upright standing position, Jane smirks as her eyes rove over Maura's obviously aroused body. As her eyes reach Maura's core, Maura spreads her legs and whimpers-her chest pushing out and up.
Jane drops to her knees and spreads Maura's legs further apart, before bringing her face centimeters from Maura's pussy. A lusty inhalation, followed by a moan further accelerates Maura's growing pleasure, and she once again finds herself clutching at the sides of the chair, outside her thighs.
Jane blows on the saturated panties, opens her mouth wide, and hovers. Tipping her head forward, she connects her bottom front teeth with Maura's center, eliciting a screech from Maura.
Her index finger hooks into the edge of the silky panties, and quickly moves them to the side, fully exposing Maura. She just stares for a few seconds, watching Maura's juices drip between her ass cheeks and onto the seat of the chair.
Maura's hips buck off the chair, but Jane catches her, as she slides her tongue up and down Maura's length, parting her. The raw, sweet taste of Maura fills Jane's mouth. She pushes Maura's legs further apart, and thoroughly licks Maura, dipping her tongue into her fluttering opening every few seconds.
"Ahhh. Oh! Jane." Suddenly feeling the need to make Maura cum hard and fast, Jane tickles her entrance with a single finger, while sucking her hard clit. When the tip of Jane's tongue repeatedly flicks the excited nub with precise effort, Maura's nails dig into Jane's scalp. Continuous swells of bliss radiate through.
"Oh my god, Jane." Before Maura can even sweep her messy hair out of her face, Jane is standing in front of her, moving forward to sit on her lap. "Oh my god. Yes. Yes. Yes." Maura desperately chants in support of Jane's plan.
Settling on Maura's lap, Jane takes Maura's right hand, guides it between her legs and pushes two of Maura's fingers up, inside herself.
"Fuccck. Mmmmm…yes." Jane throws her head back at the feeling of Maura inside of her. The feeling of Jane's walls clamping around her fingers is almost too much for Maura; growling, she buries her fingers as deep as possible, before beginning to pump them in and out, fervidly.
Holding onto the back of the chair, Jane rises and falls with Maura's thrusts. "Yes, Jane." Maura kneads one of Jane's breasts with her left hand, before pulling harshly at her nipple. "Your body is so tight and…mmmm…trim."
Jane makes eye contact with Maura. "Sit back." She pushes Maura so that her back is against the chair and then firmly grasps Maura's right wrist, keeping Maura's fingers deep inside of her. Clutching Maura's shoulder with her free hand, she begins to hump Maura's hand, with long, deep motions.
Immediately, Maura's eyes glaze over with limitless arousal, causing Jane to quicken her motions. "Fuck, Jane. Yes! You look so sexy."
Choking back the orgasm that is seconds from erupting, Jane rasps. "You look so sexy, Maura. God! Mmmmm." She cups one of Maura's bouncing breasts. "I could watch your tits bounce all day."
No longer able to hold off, Jane allows her climax to swallow her. Her body jerks forward, pushing her tightly against Maura. Maura wraps her free arm around Jane, as she continues to stroke deep inside of her.
Both of Jane's arms lock around Maura's head, pressing the side of Maura's face against her chest-their sweaty skin sticking together. After a few more seconds of breathlessness, Jane's body releases her, and Maura manages to free herself from Jane's strong grip.
"Mmmm. I'm sorry." She shifts back a few inches on Maura's lap and gazes affectionately at Maura.
"Don't you dare apologize. That was amazing, Jane." Maura cranes her neck, motioning for Jane to kiss her.
"Mmmm. That was amazing, too. Want to take this to the couch?"
"I would love to."
They make their way over to the couch, where they lay face to face, bodies flush against each other. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, disturbed only by intermittent kisses, Jane nuzzles her face into the crook of Maura's neck, mumbling something.
"Excuse me?"
Again, Jane murmurs into Maura's neck-her statement indiscernible.
"Jane, I cannot hear you. What did you say?"
Withdrawing just slightly, Jane looks at Maura. "I said, I guess I should thank you for forcing me to go to the pole dancing lesson."
Maura's lips curl into a smirk, but before she can respond, Jane continues. "But I'm only saying it once and only because it got us…here."
Maura's smirk evolves into a full smile, as she squeezes Jane tightly against her. "You are most welcome, Jane."