She smiled as she felt him, and bit her bottom lip at his moan. There were times like this when she could just close her eyes and let herself imagine she was dancing for the bloke of her dreams. However, not only was she in such a good mood from the cheering charm, but the young man wasn't particularly hard on the eyes, and so she simply allowed herself to revel in the moment.
She kept her hips moving against him for a couple of minutes, changing from side to side to circling and back again, keeping it rhythmic yet unpredicatable. As she danced, her breathing changed and she let out some very sexy sounds - she did perhaps exaggerate a little in the volume of her sighs, whimpers, and tiny moans, but for the most part they were natural.
Her arms began to ache from holding her up, so she slowly stood up and turned, only to sit back down on his lap, her legs astride his and her hands running up his shirt, over his shoulders and over his back. She pressed her breasts against him, letting out a breathy moan as her nipples rubbed against the material.