Tabletop Dancing

I guess my exhibitionist streak began in college when I stood on a coffee table at a fraternity party and danced. I blamed it on alcohol. In truth the alcohol was just the excuse that set me free. Before that night I was shy and spent my freshman year and the first two months of my sophomore year making friends and having fun but being unavailable to guys. That was really OK. I was no virgin but my boyfriend went to a different school and most of my social focus was on getting together with him on the weekends. By the time we were able to again spend summer together things had cooled between us a bit. Even though we were getting along fine at the end of summer I think we both understood that neither of us wanted to miss out on another year of our college social life. So there I was on the table putting years of classical and modern dance lessons to the good use of drunken dancing at a Halloween frat party. I wasn?t so drunk istanbul travesti that I missed noticing the attention I was receiving. With every head that turned my way I grew bolder. At first the room began to quiet then the clapping and hooting began. Somehow the fact that my face was so heavily made-up into a sort of mask representing a leopard also gave me more courage than I would normally have had. By the time I had stripped away most of my costume I didn?t feel at all exposed in my leopard print panties and bra. The crowd was chanting for me to loose the bra. I knew I was going to do it. I was more excited than at any other time in my life and I wanted to enjoy it. I took my time teasing. I covered my bra cups with my hands and pushed them upwards to take a lick at them. Everyone, boys and girls, cheered. When I put my hands behind my back the room fell quiet. I paused to hold it a moment longer. When I release istanbul travestileri the clasp everyone cheered again, but then quickly quieted when I was able to catch the loose harness with my arm across my chest, and then break into applause as I continued my dance with the bra sliding down my outstretched arms on it?s shoulder straps. The next thing I knew there was a boy next to my table dressed as a doctor holding his hand up to me to help me down. He was tall and gorgeous. I noticed him all night, one of the hosts. I took his hand; he moved mine to his shoulder and lowered me slowly off the table by gripping my waist in both hands. As my ear passed by his lips he asked if I was here with anyone. I told him just my girlfriends. His reply was that I was here with him now, and led me by my hand past nodding smiling onlookers up two flights of stairs to the his third floor bedroom. When we opened the door we travesti istanbul saw a naked couple going at it missionary style on the bed. They either didn?t notice or didn?t care. We sat on a chest of some kind, just watching and waiting. It wasn?t long before they collapsed quietly together on the bed. Asking for a little privacy so that he might have a chance to get to know me, he repossessed his room. When we were alone I climbed onto the bed face down. The doctor boy said, ?What?s your name?? I rolled over and smiled at him without saying anything leaving my breasts on full display. ?Where are you from?? he asked. I crossed my arms on the bed over my head and held my tongue. ?Do you have a boyfriend?? he asked as a growing nervousness began to appear. I was having fun watching his initial confidence dissolve as I continued with my silence. He looked so cute I had to finally let him off the hook. ?If you don?t shut up and take off the stupid doctor costume, I might as well get dressed.? He wasted no time stripping off his costume and when he climbed onto the bed in his underwear I opened my arms up to him and folded them around him as he buried his face against my neck and hair.