"Just wait," she replied, stunning Chris. He'd thought that she wouldn't have been able to hear him. She stood up, walking out to Chris, stroking his face. "Play the tune!" she shouted, and seconds later, a deep, throbbing jungle beat began to play. She began to undulate seductively, letting her hair out of the bun, and it fell to her shoulders. "I LOVE private shows," she whispered to Chris. The Amazing Wolfgirl brushed her smooth, cool cheek against his as she retreated from his ear. She stood so close he could feel her heat. He could smell her musk. She was doing a slow, rhythmic, grinding dance in front of him. She slid her hands up and down her curvaceous body. First one button, then the next. She never broke eye contact with him as she moved. Chris couldn't help but notice the extreme discomfort his bulging member was causing in his pants. He stroked it, trying to calm it's persistent throbbing. Her breasts were almost visible now, button three. He became impatient, rose and tried to dance with her and assist her in her undress. She firmly placed her hand on his shoulder and had him sit to watch her. She knew how badly he wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. She loved how he ached for her. She rewarded him by removing her conservative white blouse to reveal her braless breasts. They were heavy and swaying as she danced and gyrated. She caressed herself. The milk white skin on her hands seemed to be accented by some gray and white fur. He thought that was an interesting accessory for her school marm costume. It was such a fleeting thought since she then started to remove her skirt. His anticipation at what lay beneath that skirt completely obsessed his thoughts. So much, that the feelings in his own body didn't matter. He knew he would experience relief, eventually. He hoped she would hurry to pleasure him. Just then she gestured for him to stand. His hand remained on his aching groin as he stood. She took his hand and placed it on her breast as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Chris assisted in pulling down his jeans and boxers, kicking off his shoes, then pants and t-shirt. He turned his attention immediately back to stroking her breasts with both hands and kissing her greedily. She was breathing so hard, she was nearly panting. He held her close and his arms brushed a furry stripe going all the way down the back.