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The Lap Dance

By: CarolineOh



I knew that Sam had something mischievous in mind all through dinner. He just had that look on his face, and I had no sooner finished my meal before he was eager to leave the restaurant. But even so, I was surprised when he pulled into the strip club's parking lot.

"Sam, what the hell are we doing here?"

"Just thought it might be fun, baby" he grinned.

We turned the car over to a valet and Sam opened the door to the club for me. I stepped inside with a rush of adrenaline, wondering what to expect.

It took a moment to accustom myself to the garish neon lighting. When I did, I saw that the club was crowded with fully dressed men and scantily clad women.

And what women. Every one I looked at was beautiful. Sam guided me to a table while I gaped at one after another. My understanding of my bisexual desires was still new to me, and the awareness of other women's sensuality still hit me hard when put before me. 

We sat at a table with a good view of the stage. A very tall blonde in thigh high PVC boots was dancing sinuously around a brass pole, and a beautiful black woman was slowly shedding a babydoll nightie.

A waitress, only slightly more dressed than the dancers, came over and took our order. I watched her ass as she walked away, and Sam jabbed my ribs with his elbow.

"The show's on the stage, babe."

I jabbed him back and laughed.

I watched the dancers, becoming more and more aroused. Our drinks came, and I sipped and watched, and stroked Sam's thigh under the table. He nudged me again and held out a handful of dollar bills.

I looked at him, puzzled.

"Go up and tip her," he said.

"No way"

"Go ahead, it's what you are supposed to do"

He pointed down to the other end of the stage, where the black dancer was kneeling in front of a man as he slid a bill under the string of her thong.

I flushed. "I cant do that!"

"Oh, bullshit" he said, practically pushing me from my chair.

I felt self conscious as I approached the stage, feeling like everyone in the room was watching me. I stood at the edge of the stage, looking up at the blonde dancer. She seemed to tower far above me, and it took her a minute to notice me there. When she looked down and saw me, she smiled brightly.

She spun once around the pole, slowly, then sank to her hands and knees and crawled towards me. I nervously held out a dollar towards her, but she moved past my outstretched hand, her face coming within inches of mine.

"Hey, sugar, how you doing" she cooed into my ear. I could only stammered in reply. Her long blonde hair brushed my face as she rose, her heavy breasts passing close by my face.

She sat back on her heels, gyrating her hips slowly to the beat of the music. Her hands circled her breasts. I glanced over at Sam. He gestured to me by dipping his hand, indicating I ought to give the dancer some money. I had completely forgotten I was holding it.

I reached out, my hand shaking a little, and slid a dollar into the side of her thong. She raised on to her knees and scooted closer to the edge of the stage. Her hands slid down her sides. She leaned forward, hooked her fingers into her thong and pulled it aside, giving me a close up view of her shaved pussy. I reached out with another dollar, and she took my hand and guided it to her. The dollar slid across her pussy, catching a second on her outer lips, and then, she let go of the thong, trapping it, and for the briefest moment, my fingertips.

She leaned back down, close enough to kiss.

"Thank you, sugar" she said. I started to say something, to tell her she was beautiful, but she was already swiveling onto her hip and towards another customer.

I turned to go back to the table and saw a gorgeous woman talking to Sam. She was small, with delicate features and flowing raven hair. She wore a beautiful blue floral print chemise, black thigh high stockings and knee high stiletto boots. She was leaning on the table, talking and laughing.

I sat down on Sam's other side and forced a smile. I felt a flash of jealous anger, but realized how foolish that was, in light of what I had been doing only seconds before.

Sam stood up, gesturing for me to do the same. I sipped down the last of my drink as I got up, feeling some confusion. I wondered if the woman had said something to Sam that made him want to leave. Maybe my behavior with the blonde dancer had violated some unwritten rule.

I stepped around the table and the woman held out her hand to me. I looked up at Sam. He nodded his head and grinned. I took her hand, and she pulled me close to her.

"What's your name, honey" she asked, speaking loudly over the music.

"Caroline"

"Hi Caroline, I'm Madison"

"Hi Madison" I wondered if that was her real, or professional name.

"Come on with me, honey."

She led me by the hand through the club. As we weaved between the tables, every man we passed turned to watch us go by. I looked over my shoulder, reassured to see Sam following close behind.

At the far end of the room there was small alcove separated by a half wall from the rest of the bar. Each side of the alcove was lined with a row of vinyl covered armchairs. In the far corner a red haired woman wearing only a G-string was dancing slowly in front of a middle aged man in a business suit.

Madison guided me to one of the chairs, and Sam sat down on my left. I started to settle back into the seat, when Madison leaned in, putting her hands on my knees.

"Scootch forward, honey."

I looked over to Sam. He smiled and nodded and squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

I slid forward in my chair, my skirt riding up to mid thigh. Madison surprised me by sliding her hands down to the insides of my knees and spreading my legs apart. I glanced nervously at the man across the room, but he was engrossed in what his own dancer was doing.

There was a moment of quiet in the bar and I was acutely aware of the murmur of voices and the clinking of glasses. Madison pulled her chemise over her head and dropped it into the chair next to mine. She stared off into space and idly brushed her hair with her fingers. Her body was lean and firm. She had small pert breasts and a cute curve to her tummy.

The music began again, loud, bass heavy. Madison smiled down at me and began to move, slowly, just swaying her hips and caressing her breasts.

I could feel the deep thump of the music reverberating in my pussy as I watched her. I felt a little embarrassed at the realization of just how turned on I had become.

Madison moved forward, her legs rubbing inside mine. She placed her hands on the arms of my chair and leaned forward, her breasts passing within inches of my face.

She lifted herself into the chair, her knees sliding slowly up and then across my thighs, to rest between my hips and the sides of the chair. She sat back in my lap, draped her arms over my shoulders, and began to sinuously gyrate on top of me.

Her right shoulder dropped and her nipple grazed the side of my face, then she straightened up and did the same with the left. I loved the way she presented herself, so confident in her display of sexuality. I felt nervous, unsure of how I was supposed to respond. My hands fidgeted nervously on the armrests.

Madison turned and laid twisted across me. I nuzzled my face behind her ear and impulsively kissed the side of her neck. She slid back and forth along my body and her hipbone pressed into me, back and forth over my mound. She murmured, raised her face over her shoulder to mine and just perceptibly brushed her lips across my cheek. Then she laid back and ran her hands down my arms, took my hands and raised them to her breasts. I began to squeeze them, but she slid away, turned to face me, and slowly lowered her self down my body, rubbing against my breasts and my pussy. She bounced back up, arched her tummy toward me, and slipped her G-string down her thighs, showing me her pretty shaved pussy. She ran one finger inside herself and opened her lips to me, just for a quick glimpse. Then she turned, bent down and with one hand on each cheek, spread her ass wide for my viewing. She rotated it slowly, backing into me as she did so, her ass pressing into my tummy, my breasts nestling in the small of her back.

Her hands squeezed my legs just above my knees and then I felt her fingernails draw up my inner thighs until they reached the edge of my panties. She lingered there a moment, then patted my thighs, and turned to face me. Our eyes locked and she smiled. She knew I was not just playing along with her to please Sam. She knew I lusted for her, wanted to touch her, wanted to feel her touching me. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing into mine, her breath warm against my throat. I could feel her hair brushing my shoulder.

Iimpulsively, I raised my hands, placing them on her sides and sliding them around to her back. We rocked together with the beat of the music, our chests rising and falling together in ever more labored breaths. 

Suddenly, the song ended. A wave of deep disappointment came over me and Madison raised herself up off of me.

I looked at Sam, my eyes pleading. Madison stroked my hair and looked to him as well.

"I think your lady would like another dance" she said.

Sam chuckled and nodded. Another song began, and Madison began to move again. 

There was no teasing to her motions now. She pressed against me firmly, almost roughly, running her body across mine, her firm hard nipples circling my breasts and her lean thighs pressing between my own.

I didn't care about propriety or protocol, I ran my hands down her back to cup her ass, squeezing it, pulling her tighter to me.

She arched her back and took my head in her arms, pulling my face between her breasts. I felt her knee press hard against my pussy. She began to grind it into me in slow rhythmic circles.

My breath caught in my throat. The motion of her knee was directly stimulating my clit. My hips began to move with her. I pressed my face into her, slathering her chest with open mouth kisses. I was panting, clutching at her wantonly.

Again and again her knee circled my clit, winding me like a spring, each turn bringing me closer to climax. I was totally aware of each point of contact between her body and mine, her legs to mine, her arms to my shoulders, her fingers in my hair, my lips against her breasts, but above all, that constantly building tension between her knee and my pussy.

I was close to an orgasm and Madison knew it. She leaned back from me and tilted my face up towards hers. We were face to face, only inches apart. I wanted to kiss her but her lips were just beyond my reach. I looked into her eyes, and I saw my desire reflected. That was the trigger, that look in her eyes, the realization that this was pleasing her as well as me. I gasped hard, and my hips spasmed against her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and raised my legs to lock her between them, and lost myself in a powerful orgasm.

I held her tightly as I struggled to catch my breath. After a moment, she gently pried my arms from herself. I sank limply into the chair as she sat down on the arm and stroked my shoulder. 

I felt a tap on my hand, and turned to Sam. He handed me a fifty dollar bill. I turned to Madison and held out the money. She stood up, and took my wrist in her hand. With her other hand she slipped her thong down, away from her pussy. She guided my hand between her legs and pressed it against her. My fingers slipped around the bill and touched her lips. She was hot and wet, and that knowledge delighted me. The tip of one finger slipped inside her for just a second, and then she pulled my hand away. She bend down close, guided my finger to my lips, and kissed my cheek as I tasted her on my fingertip.

"I've got to go on stage now, honey. I hope you'll come see me again sometime."

She patted my cheek, gave Sam a little wave, and walked away. I watched her as she mounted the stage, filled with a strange mixture of pride and regret.

Sam put his arm around me as I tugged my skirt down.

"You want another drink, baby?" he asked.

"No, sweetie, let's go home."

As we crossed the room I watched Madison on the stage, and I saw the men in the room watching her. I knew that soon she would be doing a special dance for one of them, but I felt sure that it would not be as special as the one she had given me.

We stepped out of the bar, and waited as the valet went for our car. The night had gotten chilly, and a light rain was falling. I snuggled close to Sam, and could not resist running a hand up his thigh and squeezing his crotch. He kissed the top of my head and hugged me to his chest.

"We'll be home soon enough" he said.

The valet brought the car and Sam opened my door. I slid to the middle of the seat and when he got in the driver's side, snuggled close against him. As he pulled out of the lot, I slipped my hand into his lap and ran my fingers along the outline of his cock. He cast me a sidelong glance as I rubbed him between the legs and squeezed the growing bulge there. He pushed my hand away, intent on the rain slick streets, but I was so aroused from Madison's dance that I would not be denied. I snaked my arm under his, found the tab on his zipper and, despite his protests, managed to yank it down.

"Damn it, Caroline, I'm trying to watch the road."

My hand burrowed into his shorts and found his cock. It was beginning to get hard, despite his complaining.

"Well, pull over." I told him.

"Come on, cut it out, we'll be home in ten minutes."

I gave a tug, and his cock sprang free. I wrapped my fingers around it and began to slowly stroke it.

He braked the car for a red light, and turned in his seat to face me. "Man, I knew that would get you going, but not like this."

I slid back in my seat and leaned down into his lap. He tried to push me away, but his heart wasn't in it. I lifted his arm out of the way, and lowered my mouth to the head of cock.

Sam groaned with equal parts of pleasure and exasperation as I took him into my mouth. I sucked him greedily, with no finesse or teasing, taking him as deeply into my mouth as our cramped positioning would allow.

I felt the car accelerate, and then turn. I raised my head and saw that Sam had turned into a dark side street. I smiled at him and slowly stroked his cock as he pulled to the curb and shut off the car.

The only sound was the rain drumming on the roof of the car. Sam draped his arm over my shoulders and leaned his face in to mine. Our lips touched and parted. He kissed me deeply, so insistently, and yet so tenderly. I reached up to touch his face, and drew back to look into his eyes, gleaming in the darkness.

"Thank you Sam, that was really special tonight."

"You're welcome baby."

I slid down in the seat as Sam slipped his pants down off his hips. I cupped his balls in my right hand, and wrapped my left around his rigid shaft. I raised my face for a quick kiss and then sank my open mouth down onto his cock.

I closed my eyes and just held it in my mouth for a minute, savoring it's taste and texture, enjoying the feeling of it filling my mouth. I began slowly rotating my head, and Sam moaned loudly. He was so hard and swollen, I knew he would not last long. That was fine with me, I wanted to hear and feel and taste his orgasm.

I pulled my mouth up his shaft as slowly as I could, until just the tip of the head was between my lips. I ran my tongue along his slit and around the crown, and then dropped back down the shaft and began sucking him hard and fast, my hand pumping the base of his shaft. He shifted in his seat and clasped my hair in his hands. His hips began to rise in time with the motion of my head.

I was slurping loudly, my saliva running down his shaft on to my hand. I felt him swell between my lips. He raised his hips off the seat and his hot cum burst against the back of my mouth. I swallowed hard and sucked him deeper into my mouth and felt him spasm again. His cum overflowed my lips, despite my efforts to take it all. I had to pull up for a gasping breath, and then took him back in my mouth again, trying to milk the last possible drop out of his cock.

I could feel his body go slack, spent from his climax. He slipped from my mouth, and I planted little kisses up and down his softening shaft. I laid my head on his thigh. My face felt wet and sticky. Sam gently stroked my hair. After a few minutes I rolled over on to my back, and laid across the car seat looking up at his dark handsome face.

"Sammy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Next time. I'll buy a dance for you, OK?"

He smiled. "It's a deal" he said.

The Lap Dance



Working and owning a strip club wasn't an easy job, not when you had an eighteen month old at home and no man to call your own. Some nights it doesn't pay to walk in the door while others are a definite plus.

He frowned slightly and chugged the rest of his beer. Rising from his seat he moved towards the bar hoping to meet up with the dancer that was on stage. Straddling the seat he ordered another beer and waited.

Pulling her clothes back on she heads out of the dressing room and steps to the bar. The clothes were loose and she looked hot even in the baggy shirt and jeans.

"Hey beautiful, nice tease up there." The Australian accent soft but noticable, the smile on his face showing he wasn't a threat. Just a fan. "Can I buy you a drink? "His head leaned to the side a little, his icy blue orbs taking her in to full view.

 Emerald orbs sweep over him and she nods..."Scotch neat for me Jack, put his drinks on my tab.." She sits on the stool.

"I couldn't make a pretty girl pay for my drinks..." Pushing a twenty towards the bartender he took another drink of his beer. Pushing her drink towards her once it was fixed up.

"Why thank you. New here aren't you?" She lifts the Scotch and barely touches her lips..."I've never seen you before"

"Yeah, fresh off the boat..." Winking at her, he makes the first move by brushing his fingers over her thigh as he put the ones into his pocket.

She watches the man, he was new so she was nice..." I'm not a regular dancer here. I own the place. Jack give me a glass of ice water please"

"So you're Cara? Like on the sign, but not a regular, eh? That's a shame, I was looking forward to seeing you perform again..."His hand returned to his lap, she was probably one of the many American figjam's.

She didn't drink the scotch, after dancing a set like that she knew the liqueur would go straight to her head. She watched him, he finished two more Fosters and licked his lips turning to look at Joliette as she finished the set. 

"I'm sorry that I'm boring you. Why don't you go watch the other dances and I'll have Jack keep you in the beer.."she looks down as she slides off the stool.

"Don't you run off so soon. "His finger reaches out and loops into her belt loop..."Just admiring the scenery, nice club you have here."

Lifting her gaze she nods and looks around.."That it is"

His finger falls from her body and he sighs softly, tracing the wooden grain of the bar with his fingertip... "Who is your best dancer?"

"Are you disappointed? In me?"

"Impressed actually. " He stood as well, putting his hands on the bar behind him and leaning back his gaze not wandering from her.

" You sure?"

"Yeah beautiful, I'm sure. My name is Brett by the way. It's nice meeting you. " Licks his lips as Joliette passes by, his eyes focused on her tight ass and toned thighs.

" She is one of my best dancers"

"Is that the Joliette you said gives lap dances?" Eye brows raising as his head turns and his lips curl into a big smile.

" We have rooms for that, she is good too. There are rules for that also ..." She licks her lips.

Feeling conspicuous and out of place after marriage and a kid, that's what it was now. She hadn't danced in over two years and here stands this hunk drooling yet she feels like she hasn't got much to give. Her breasts were still taut, stomach tight and her rib cage was a good feminine six pack. The shirt hung wide open exposing the tanned skin beneath as she leaned against the bar.

She sighs and shakes her head...I'm sorry if its the impression I was giving. I haven't danced for a long time and I feel self conscience"

"It's cool. You looked like a pro up there. I like what you had done to your nipples and navel. I'd have it done if I didn't model..." His finger reaches over and gives a careful tap to the jewelry hanging from her belly button.

"My wild days as a dancer. It adds to the mystic ." She smiles..."Nothing wrong with a ring or two, you have the body for it " sucking her stomach in as he runs his finger along it.

Smirks slightly at her stomach tucking it taking his hand back he rubs his chest softly.

The conversation lulled and she could sense his disinterest, the disappointed stare that men have when they don't feel they are getting anywhere. What was she supposed to do, throw herself into his lap and give him head or what? She'd stopped being like that she didn't need the heartache after her failed marriage either.

"Your bills been settled, I don't want dissatisfied patrons"

"Bill? I don't think three beers cost more than the twenty I put down earlier." Standing the jeans he wore straightened out and his shirt fell back into place.

" The twenty is back in your pocket. Being a hooker at one time I can do a lot ,"She looks at him..."Thanks for dropping by"

"You just wanted to feel my ass" Pulling the twenty back out of the pocket he places it on the counter, and pushes it towards the bartender. Shaking his head at her as he leans in and kisses her cheek, pressing one of his card.."If you ever lighten up, give me a call."

" I'll keep that in mind. .."Pushing the card in her pocket..." Jack the 20 is your tip, he's right I just wanted to feel his ass. It was worth it"

"I just wanted a Goddamned lap dance." He sighed and looked down at his feet, chewing on his lips as he slowly turned away from her and headed to the door.

"Sit down a minute you can have your lap dance"

Turning back around he looked up at her, leaning his head to the side and looking at her with confusion in his glance..." From who?"

" Me, I figure its the least I can do. You are new"

"Can I still get off on it? Or are there more stipulations to my fun?" Moving up against her his fingers brush through her hair as his hard stomach presses against her breasts...

After a lot of thinking she nods and nips his finger:..."Yes..."

Putting his finger into her mouth, Brett smiled a genuine smile for the first time and worked his finger between her lips playfully.

"Lead the way."

She takes his hand and moves past Joliette and the stage. The small hall behind the TV room had two doors, Cara took the second door and opened it..... "Come in"

Following her into the room with anticipation, he takes a seat and stares up at her..."You really don't have to do this..

She points to the love seat and closes the door. Walking over she punches the CD player." I want to, get comfortable..." She looks through the music...."You have pretty eyes you know, a woman could say they are bedroom eyes"

He moves over to the loveseat and sits down, pulling off his shoes and stuffing his socks inside. He looks up to her with those "bedroom" eyes and shoots her a smile .."And what does that term mean?"..He pulled the shirt over his head and leaned back against a pillow, exposing his toned chest to her.

" Just that a woman could get lost there...."She hits the play button and as the music begins she swivels her hips, moving slowly as her hands run along the front of the shirt. She has her back to him and as she turns the shirt parts showing her tanned skin.."

"You have a pretty face and luscious hair, you know? "He kicked his feet up onto the couch and watched her approach, hands laying flat on his stomach as he breathed deeply.

She smiles and slides the shirt off her shoulders, running her hands over her breasts pulling on the gold rings swiveling her hips with a slight smile on her lips. She dips bending her knees as her hands slide from her breasts to her crotch, enticing him with her moves, her tongue on her lips.

He could feel himself start to become aroused by the constriction happening in his jeans, but for now it's ignored his tongue licks back at his lips as he pulls on her nipples and rubbed herself.

Slowly she comes back up, fingers unbuttoning her jeans letting them drop off, no thong covered her now, the dark hair between her legs smooth and inviting as she stepped closer to the seat. One knee on either side of his legs, Cara began the lap dance, scooting along his legs and pressing her breasts against his face.

Because she said he couldn't touch he simply inhaled her scent, letting out a few soft hmm's and umm's as he felt her smooth breasts against his cheeks.

She ran her nipple over his lips as she pressed against him, one hand ran up his chest, nails dragging on his skin before she lowered her patch of hair against his fly. She leaned in running her lips along his bare pecks as she rocked on his growing bulge, teasing and rubbing to get him going. Her breasts press against his chest, she plays with the nipple on her left breast.

"God damn, you're sexy." His cock felt like it might make the jeans explode from the seams, when her nipple was against his lips he couldn't help but lightly brush it with his tongue. This torture was the best kind, he hadn't been treated to such a treat in a long time.

Cara moved against him in slow erotic movements, she turned around and straddled his lap. Leaning back she lifted his hands and placed them on her breasts. Her hands on top of his as she lifted her ass and rocked down feeling the strain of his cock in the denim, she could feel his nipples against her back as she let go of one hand to curve her arm around his neck twisting her head back licking along his chin.

His fingers gently squeezed her breasts and played with the gold nipple rings, he was moaning louder now. His hips uncontrollably grinding against her bare butt, his cock almost killing him as it continued to grow to full length in the jeans he thrust out at her and could only whimper once she started to lick his chin

"You like this, I can tell..." Cara moves harder, her body runs up and down, bringing the 

rhythm to his strokes. She lifts her hips, he can see as she slips her fingers along 

her hair, teasing her own lips with deft strokes. Her lips part and she continues to talk to him, her voice soft and husky. The seductress, the woman..."I can feel your cock, its calling for me you know. Your so hot Brett...you know it too..." she rubs her ass over the seam of his

fly, feeling the moisture there. Her head turned against his neck, teeth grazing his ear as she murmers..."You know you want to give it to me don't you? Want to feel my tight box around your throbbing hard cock. Hmmm that has you pressing up, you like my soft bare ass don't you?"

"I'm burning up for you, my cock wants you so bad. It's screaming your name, I'm dying inside wanting to feel your tight pussy gripped around the base of my cock.."His precum had surely soaked his underwear and the front of his jeans now, his hands squeezed her breasts gently and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Brett's mind was in overdrive as she seduced him to the point of near begging. "I love this, I love your ass, yes."

 Cara smiled, the music had taken her over. She turned again, one leg slipping around behind him as she rubs her breasts against his bare chest. "You are so sexy, so masculine" Her voice warm and seductive, enough tremor to sound breathless,. she lifts up and runs her hand over his bulging cock. Dragging her nails over the wet material, teasing the top of his head as it presses at his waist. Again she leans forward and lifts up, her breasts pressed together so both nipples rub across his lips.."You like that don't you, yeah, I can feel your heart pounding and I can feel your cock throbbing against my pussy. Mmm..."She kneels straddling his legs now, rising slowly to her feet as she does hip presses, her hair touching his chin as she watches..

His eyes were latched onto her and her movements, his lip about quivering as she stood, the soft tendrils of hair on his chin forcing him to moan out her name and beg:.."Yes I like it... please Cara don't leave me like this. "His heart beat against his ribcage faster than any cardio could ever make it, her touch sent eletricity through his spine.

Cara lowers her body down again, she began rocking along his hard cock. She knew he was hard, cocked and ready...he'd be shooting his load into his jeans soon. She could make him, it was a dance a seduction of his senses as she moved in a manner that would get him harder. Her arm went around his neck and she leaned in running her tongue on his neck.. "Come on ..give it to me, you are so good, so hard. Yes you want to cum shoot all over me, close your eyes..." She liftes his arms laying them along the back of the seat as she lifts up and drops down, nipples dragging on his bare chest as she nestles his denim covered cock against her wet swollen clit..."Oh yes ...you want to"

His mind started to play tricks on him, he could almost feel her tight cunt wrapped around his shaft squeezing and milking him for his seed. Every word, every movement by her made him that much closer to cumming in his pants, his eyes shut the moment she said to and he obediently followed her masked commands.."Oh I'm dying to cum all over you. I want to shoot my load all over your tits.."

Her body moved, enticed and continued to work the magic on his throbbing cock. She could feel the pulsing through the denim against her pussy. Arching her back she turns in his lap and lays back against his chest, her head against the crook of his neck, while she pulled his hand around to her wet hair. Yes she was teasing, she was leading she would go this far. Curling his fingers against her own mound she rubbed back and forth on his hard cock, letting his fingers slide to her clit as she arched upward, her free behind his neck running her fingers along his ear lobe.."Now ...cum for me, get me wet cum for me. You want to"

" Oh shit..." He rubbed her clit as he thrust up against her and started to erupt cum like the most powerful volcano, his eyes shut tight and opened wide. The front of the jeans became soaked with his seed as he moaned out her name thanking her and kissing the back of her neck.."I'm cumming for you Cara, so fucking hard.."

She felt the jerking eruption, her heart was pounding as she slowed her movements. Easing her body back down as she removed his fingers from between her legs. Cara rested against his chest, she could feel his heart pounding against her back and his breath coming in gulps. She closed her eyes listening to the slow music, calming her own arousal.."Yes you did,. you are so good."

The toned biceps in his arms felt like jelly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly against him, practically gasping for air as he tried to regain conscious thought.

The smile curled her lips up, the flush on her face from the dance made her more seductive, even the dark trendils that cling to her face from the exertion of the dance. She licked her lips and rested back, lifting her arm hooking it around his neck..."You liked that, you enjoyed the dance "

 "More than just the dance " He smiled into her eyes and brushed his face against her forearm squeezing her tightly against his hard stomach.." Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask, no guarantee on an answer " She lowered her head and looked for her clothes on the floor.

"Don't go running away on me just yet. "He bit his lip and followed her eyes to her clothes.."You date?"

"Run? " She laughs with a soft breathes sound:.."I don't really date. Why "She closed her eyes, then opened them

"Inquisitive minds want to know..."His lips twitched in a brief frown... Oh well, there were other endeavors even if that was an Earth-shaddering orgasm. Wait, what was he saying?..."Like me."

"Last time I dated a customer, I married him. That wasn't a good thing. " She could feel his heart beat slowing.

"No marriage... And I technically didn't buy anything, remember? "He smiled with a hopeful gaze, he could speak quickly he did had a degree in Criminal Justice ." Three dates ... if you don't like me you'll never see my face again. Promise."

"Three? That's it? " Cara begins to sit up, fingers pushing through her tangled mane of black..."Alright...."

"Yeah... if you don't want to keep going after three we'll stop and I'll let you be."

"Three it is ..." She looks over her shoulder at him with a slight smile.

 She leaned against the shower wall, eyes closed while the water beats down on her skin. Her fingers slip in and out of her wetness, as her breath comes in rapid succession. It took a while but the memory of the bedroom blue eyes brought her to a climax, she bucked over and over as her fingers slammed in and out of her pussy. Three dates, maybe they'll lead to a fourth.



The Lap Dance



"I'm off to work!"

I was laying across my bed reading a book and listening to music when my roommate and friend, LaDonna, peeked into my room. "Ok, girl," I said, looking up briefly from the page that I was reading. "Make me a lot of money," I joked, though I already knew that she would. She had recently gotten a job as a waitress a little over a month before and had been bringing in good money since she had started. I was glad for her AND myself because she was now able to be on time with her share of the bills.

Fortunately, the bills weren't too bad. We lived rent free in a nice 4- bedroom Victorian style house that my grandmother had left me when she passed away. The bills weren't too bad, so we always managed. I let Donna move in with me so that she could get on her feet after her husband of one whole year left her high and dry (he even took the car that she had paid for with her income tax money!). She had been working different odd jobs and temp jobs to do her share and I knew it wasn't easy, so I didn't bug her much about it. As long as she was trying to help I didn't care, especially since she helped me do some minor renovating on the place. After all she was my friend and I didn't have the heart to be a bitch about a few extra dollars on the bills. 

But on with the tale....

Where was I? OH!.........

"Make me a lot of money."

"Only for you, Chelly Belly," she joked back, calling me by the nickname that used to drive me nuts. She shifted the black duffle bag that she carried from one shoulder to the other.

"Is your ride here already?" I asked, forever playing the surrogate mother in spite of the fact that she was actually older than me by a few months.

"Yes, dear," she said with a smile. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay," I told her. "You be careful. You know I'm not too crazy about this whole 'night shift' thing you got going."

"I'm safe," she told me for the umpteenth time. "You worry too much."

"I know, but I'm so good at it."

She smiled a little bit, before turning to head downstairs to leave. I look out of my patio door and watched her climb into a car with so much bass booming from it, that I could only imagine how pissed the neighbors were for having to hear it at 9:30 at night.

I shook my head with a small smile and went downstairs to fix myself a bowl of ice cream to enjoy while I continued my Saturday night routine of reading and listening to some soft music.

Boring, you think? Maybe... but after being something of a wild teenager growing up (unbeknownst to my family) all I desired on most nights was simply to relax after a day of working. But I digress...

At the tender age of 25, I already considered myself middle- aged. I own a home (thanks to Granny), a nice SUV, managed a boutique with awesome clientele and was doing a little real estate on the side. I was doing better than a lot of people twice my age. But do you really care about that stuff. I'm sure you are wondering about how I look, right?

Well, I'm about 5'5"... caramel hued skin... grey eyes that most believe are contact lenses (but they're real... really they are!)... shoulder length dark brown hair( a little overdue for a deep conditioning, but it's okay)... a decent pair of boobies if you like a C-cup... I have a very slight pudge around the belly area that I can't seem to get rid of no matter how much I work out (it could be the eating ice cream late a night...), but it is not horrendous or anything like that... 

My blessing and curse is my butt. It is a Certified Grade A Ghetto Booty. An authentic Ka-Dunk-A-Dunk! I hated it in school because it was often the topic of conversation with the fellas, but I learned to deal with it. Sometimes I used to my advantage. It was also the cause of me getting put out of the clubs for fighting in my wilder days. Grabbing my ass was a bad idea, but most guys didn't realize it until it was too late....

Anyway, there's a little background info on me... I'm sure that you are curious about LaDonna as well...

What can I tell you about Donna... Very sweet chick for the most part. Every now and then she might get an attitude or something. I always blamed that on her monthly. She grew up on the other side of the tracks. If you're from the other side of the tracks, you knew exactly what I mean. It wasn't too bad... just.... I don't know.... Ghentry (both ghetto and country)... She stayed in the area where there several different housing projects, both middle and lower class, but there were also some decent houses built next to houses that were virtually condemnable. The decent houses all had signs in the front yards stating that they had ADT Security Systems, though only about 25 percent of them really had it...

But once again, I digress....

Donna, grew up in the "Ghentry" area of town and in spite of it, she came out of it pretty good. She graduated high school with a very good GPA and had offers from several of the local colleges, but she had put that all on hold to help her ailing father. When he passed away, he left her with and insurance policy with just enough to cover funeral expenses and take care of a few bills. Not much, but it could've been worse, I guess. Now, Donna was a smart chick... until it came to men... All it took for her was some well said words and some good sex and she was snagged. And that's how she got with runaway husband, Jake. After 2 months of smooth talking and good fucking, he asked her to marry him and she said yes. Two weeks after that, they were married at the courthouse. A year later, he was missing and all he has left behind was a note saying that he had found someone else...

So now we fast-forward a year later and here we sit... She staying with me and finally working a job that is giving her enough money to save a little so that she can get her own car and stop bumming rides when she really doesn't have to. I'm not to worried about the bills because I know that if she can't handle all of her share, I could pick up the slack. I would have to handle it all by myself if she wasn't with me, so no biggie. Besides, I kinda liked having her around.

I know, I know... You're thinking 'Well what does SHE look like?'

Well, she's something of an eye catcher. Dark brown eyes and flawless brown skin (she recovered from the teenaged acne spell thanks to Proactive).Petite in height, just barely 5'1"... Chin length jet black hair, but you wouldn't know it due to the various weaves and wigs that she tended to indulge in from time to time.... Breasts that almost seem out of proportion to her body size. She claimed to be a C-cup as well, but they looked bigger than mine!.... She also had one of those ghetto booties. We often debated on whose was bigger, but I guess all of that stuff would LOOK bigger on a pixie her size...

Now that you have something of a clue, I continue my little tale.....

Where was I again?...

Oh yes... Ice cream....

Well after getting a bowl of Ice cream topped with Hershey's syrup, I made my way back upstairs to my bedroom to do a little more reading. Though, I love a good romance novel and like all types of books, I had never read anything extremely erotic and I was now reading a book about a secret society of women who were wives and business woman and such. However they participated in something like a sexual party of sorts every month. I had never even considered anything like that and had gotten to a particularly stimulating part of the book. As I ate my ice cream, I read faster, anxious to find out what was going to happen next... I felt a familiar tingle in my feminine center and before I could stop myself, I put what remained of my ice cream on my night stand and laid back to continue reading.

As I read about an orgy that was taking place with a few privileged men, I lifted my nightshirt and eased my fingers into my panties. I continued to read as my fingers toyed with the wetness between my legs. I felt the tiny, silky, damp hairs of my well trimmed womanhood before I let two fingers lightly stroke my clitoris, making me even wetter. As I began to massage myself, the words on the page of the book faded then disappeared as I closed my eyes and enjoyed what I was doing to myself. As I continued my manipulations, I put the book on the bed next to me and used my free hand to lightly pull at my hardened nipples. 

I heard myself moan lightly as I played with both of my breasts and my wet kitty-cat. My movements became more frantic as I yearned for a quick, but satisfying release. I slid two finger deep into my drizzling snatch until I felt my fine hairs against my palm. I moaned, happy with the depth that my fingers reached... but it wasn't enough. I returned my bedewed fingers to my clit and stroked it with ferocity, silently begging my body to give me what I needed... a good orgasm.

My body played nice, finally allowing me to explode upon my fingers. I continued to rub myself until I was too sensitive to even want stroke it anymore. As my body calmed down from the convulsions that I had caused myself, my telephone rang.

I reached over and picked up the telephone with my cleaner hand. "Hello?" I said, still a little breathless.

"Playing with yourself again, Michelle?"

"Kiss my ass," I responded to my good friend, Gary, though I couldn't stop the smile that came across my lips. If you took the "R" out of his name, you would have an accurate description of the type of guy that Gary was.

"I'm going to take your response as a 'yes' to my question," he said into my ear via his cellular telephone. I could only laugh a bit. "Well," he said," get your other hand out of your coochie and get cleaned up. I got movies and alcohol and I'm on my way over."

And with that, the line disconnected in my ear.

Gary was a very attractive man. Just over 6 feet tall with a slim, but solid build, hair longer than my own that he kept pulled back in a neat ponytail... teeth so white they almost glowed... almost sexy... except for the fact the he would never go near a woman's privates... he was very, very flamboyant. A very funny guy, very gay in both the traditional and modern sense of the word. Had anyone else called with the same comments, they would've received a goos cussing or they would have received the dial tone. But Gary was just Gary and the attitude and crazy comments fit him.

After hanging my phone up, I climbed out of my bed. I undressed on my way to my private shower. I quickly showered and washed the now dry self-sex juices from my fingers. I quickly shampooed my hair with pear scented shampoo that was an exclusive at the boutique that I managed. As I dried off in my bedroom, I hear my living room door open downstairs.

"It's just me!" Gary yelled. "I used my key!"

"Well, duh!" I yelled back as I slipped on a fresh pair of panties. I threw on a huge t- shirt and brushed my hair back into a ponytail. I picked up my dirty clothes a tossed them into my clothes hamper before joining my buddy in the kitchen downstairs.

"Hey, bitch," we said in unison before giving each other a kiss on the cheek.

"So what are we watching tonight?" I asked as he pulled various liquors out of a paper bag.

He named the movies as I put our first bag of popcorn into the microwave as he quickly whipped up a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris.

As we settled onto the couch, Gary ask, "Is Donna working tonight?"

"Yep," I replied as I poured my first drink into my glass. "I wish she was here instead of waiting tables tonight. It's been a while since we all have kicked it."

"Waiting tables?" Gary said with a snicker. "Is that what they are calling it now?"

"Well, she's a waitress," I debated. "That's what waitresses do, hon. They wait tables."

"If you say so, girl," Gary said before pouring up a drink for himself.

As we watched the previews on the first DVD we both sat in silence. "She's stripper, isn't she?"

"Yes, honey," Gary said honestly. 

"How long have you known?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Since she started," he answered. "Who do you think got her the job?"

"GARY!" I yelled, frustrated, "how could you keep this from me?!"

"It really wasn't my place to tell you," he answered. "Besides, I thought you knew until just now."

"Well, now I do," I said, slightly perturbed. "Why didn't she tell me?" I wondered aloud.

"Because you are 'Mother Goose'."

"I am not that bad," I disputed.

"With her, you are," Gary debated in return. "You've been mothering that woman since she came to you and asked to stay with you for a while. I didn't want to say anything. I decided to let y'all work through that. It's not my business."

"Yeah whatever," I said, getting up to get some rum to add to my daiquiri. "Punk," I mumbled as I walked past my friend.

"I heard that, bitch," he said with a laugh. He got up and followed me to the kitchen. "You can't get mad at me for HER not telling you."

"You're right. I'm sorry."

"That's okay, honey," he responded, opening his arms to give me a hug. I hug him back. "You know I'm going to have to confront her, right?"

"I know," he said, still hugging me. "When?"

"Now!"

"Not looking like that," he said pushing me away to peruse my appearance. "You know I am not going to let you go by yourself and you also know that you are not going to be seen in public with me looking like that. Go change."

**********

As we stepped out of Gary's souped up Honda Accord, the valet handed him a ticket and greeted him cordially.

"Valet parking at a strip club huh?" I said cynically.

"This is higher class. We prefer gentleman's club," Gary corrected as he walked past the outside bouncers and the people that were already in line and went up to the door. When I didn't follow him he looked at me like I was crazy. "Are you coming or not?"


"We can't just jump in front of everyone," I said, looking at the moderate line in front of the building.

"Yes we can," he said coming back to grab me by the hand and pulling me along with him. "V.I.P., bitch" he said with a smile.

"Well, excuse me," I said following him inside.

"She's good. She's with me," he informed the guy who was carding me. The man nodded his head and put a gold toned band around my wrist. Gary then turned to me and said, "You are VIP for the night too."

"Woo hoo!" I cheered sarcastically. I followed him into the club that looked.... like a club. 

People were partying all over place, sitting at tables with drinks and chicken wings, at the bar, on the dance floor and against the walls. "This doesn't look like a strip club to me," I yelled to Gary over the loud music.

He pointed upward as we approached an elevator where a bouncer was standing guard and a cashier waited nearby. The bouncer stepped aside and allowed Gary access. "Hey Gary", he said with a nod of his head.

"Hey, Dennis," Gary replied, looking up at the massive guy. "See this bitch?" he said pointing at me.

The bouncer nodded.

"Anyone who fucks with her gets put out."

"Done deal," Dennis replied.

As we stepped onto the elevator, I could feel the massive man staring at my ass. I turned around and waved as the door closed. As we went to the second floor, I looked at Gary and said, "One of these days, I'm going to get tired of you calling me bitch."

"No you wont," he said as the door opened again.

Now THIS floor was, without a doubt, a strip club! There were guys seated around the stage, enjoying the performances, various dollar bills in their hands... what looked like a bachelor party... Even a few couples were close to the stage with money in their hands. I looked to my left and to my right and saw scantily dressed beauties, some giving lap dances and some walking around.... I watched as one chick pulled a guy from his seat to lead him into a room where I'm guessing they had private dances.

So... this is the 'restaurant' where my friend had been working for the past month or so. I guess it didn't really bother me that she was a stripper. If it was what she wanted to do, more power to her. I was just pissed because she kept it from me. I wanted to hear the reason from her own lips. I felt like I deserved that much.

"I'm going to go get her for you," Gary said, "but don't you cause a scene."

As he turned to walk away, I grabbed his hand. "No," I told him. "I have a better idea. How much is a private dance?"

"Oooh, that's not nice," Gary said with a mischievous grin on his face. "No warning or nothing huh?"

"Nope," I said crossing my arms over my chest. Before I could speak again, a guy approached Gary.

"New prospect?"

"Hell no," I quickly answered, looking the man in his eyes with a glare.

"Sorry," he said holding his hands up in apology, though he looked as though he wanted to laugh. He then spoke to Gary for a couple of minutes.

"Hey, Danny," Gary said to him suddenly. "Is Viper about to go on?"

"Nah, she just did a set," Danny replied. "What's up?"

"Somebody wants a private dance," Gary responded nodding his head towards me.

"Ohhhhhh," Dennis said, looking at me with a whole new light in his eyes.

"It's not like that," I quickly said, looking at the guy who had a mirthful expression on his face. I rolled my eyes as he said "Suuuuuuuure" and walked away.

"I don't think I like him," I informed Gary. 'And just how do you have so much clout here. You're gay for Heaven's sake!"

"I made a major contribution to this place," he replied. "Me and my cousin are part owners. And what does my being gay have to do with anything?!"

"Gay guy, strip club" was all that I said as he led into a room for my "private dance".

I sat on the plush red sofa and Gary left the dimly lit room. A few moments later, he returned.

"She'll be in here in just a sec," he alerted me. "Now play nice and I want details." He then disappeared.

A couple of minutes later, sensual music was being piped into the small room. Slowly, seductively, Donna a.k.a. Viper entered the room, dressed in a flimsy black baby doll style negligee and clear heels that were at least 5 inches high. She had donned a wig, giving her the look of having hair so long that it almost reached her butt. This sexy vixen was not the same chick that left my house with her chin length hair, jeans and tennis shoes!

The room was so dim that she hadn't realized that the person sitting on the sofa was me. I would've thought that she would be at least surprised that it was a woman, but I guess not. You get all types in the strip clubs, I guess. 

I watched as she slowly began to dance for her dollars in front of me. She used slow, fluid movements, making sure that she kept her viewer interested. Strangely, that is exactly what I was becoming... interested...

Now I've never really entertained thoughts of being with another woman. Not that there is anything wrong with it. It just wasn't something that I was particularly curious about. Hell... I wasn't even pursuing a man at this point! But there was something about the way that Donna... I mean Viper... was moving.... I was becoming mesmerized.

As she freed the single button to the sheer garment that she was wearing, I knew I should had stopped her then, but I couldn't. I was becoming more and more intrigued by the show that she was putting on for me. I nearly choked as the flimsy fabric fell to the floor, revealing a black thong and those breasts that I still wasn't convinced were only C's. I could only stare at her for a minute as she ran her fingers flirtatiously over her skin. 

When she turned her back to me and bent over, exposing her ass to me, I fell that familiar tingle and wetness, but I couldn't believe that it was because I was watching my friend dance! I tried to look away briefly, feeling that I was wrong in a thousand ways for the feeling that I was reluctantly beginning to feel at that moment. Part of me felt ashamed, but a larger part of me was still extremely curious to see where this was going.




The Lap Dance



Then it happened...

She approached me in a way that almost seemed catlike. When her steps faltered, I knew she had finally realized who I was. "Chelly Belly!" she said in shock, she turned to retrieve her slip.

"Oh I know you aren't trying to play shy now," I said, snapping out of my semi-trance in order to scold my friend. "A minute ago you were damn near fucking me from across the room."

She only stood where she was and looked at me, wordless.

"How come you couldn't tell me what you were doing?" I asked, never moving from where I sat. My panties were slightly wet now anyway. I wasn't sure that I was ready to get up just yet. "I wouldn't have tripped if you had told me."

"Yeah right," she debated almost quietly. "If you mothered me any more than you already do, I would need a high chair, a play pen and some bibs."

"I was just trying to be there for you," I said. "I didn't think that I was that bad."

"Well you are," she said. "I just didn't know how to tell you."

"I'm sorry," I said, honestly feeling bad.

"And what is this about?" she said opening her arms and looking around the room. "You couldn't wait to confront me when I got home?"

"Nope," I began but was cut off when she put her hand up.

"Well you're here and I'm here," she then said. "I gotta make my money."

She then walked back towards me, slowly, sensuously.

"Donna-"

"The name's Viper," she said hushing me up by placing a finger over my lips. Unbeknownst to her, that one movement, started the faucet to running again at my center. "Question," she then said as she lazily twirled her body directly in front of me.

"Hmm?" I said, becoming hypnotized again as she rolled her hips in my face.

She then straddled my waist on the sofa. "Why didn't you stop me from getting naked a few minutes ago?"

"Uh..." I hesitated. "Do you sit on all of your patrons like this?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Most," she said as she slowly began to rotate her hips to the music. "Well?" she asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

"Well what?" I asked clearing my throat like a nervous school kid.

"Why didn't you stop me from stripping if you just wanted to confront me?"

When I hesitated to answer, she answered for me. Her bare breasts brushed against me as she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I think you liked it." When I didn't immediately argue with her, she looked at me like the cat who swallowed the canary. "I'm right, huh?"

"I don't know what you are talking about," I said weakly. "I was just curious to see what the show was about."

"I just bet," she said, still rolling those lovely hips against me. She then ran her finger along the side of my face and then across my lips. As a reflex they parted as I took in a sharp breath. "Oh this is priceless," she cooed, letting a finger lazily trail down my throat to the deep V in my shirt. I nearly moaned as her fingertip grazed the exposed tops of my breasts. 

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?! Was I being seduced by my roommate and FRIEND?!

It seemed so surreal...

I found myself reaching up to lay hand at her waist...

"Uh uh uh," she scolded. "You can't touch me, but I can touch you...."

As she continued to roll her hips upon me, I felt the warmth of her hand slipping between us. My body stiffened as she ran her hand under my skirt and felt the moisture that was hidden there, partly from embarrassment, more from unexpected arousal. I moaned as she slid a finger under the thin fabric of my panties and ran her finger between the lips of my now throbbing kitten.

"So wet," whispered almost to herself. "I think I like that," she then said to me as she brought her lips a mere hairbreadth from mine. I began to ache from desire as I could feel her increased breathing caused her minty breath to mingle with mine. "Do you want me?" she asked, her finger still playing with my cuntlips. I took me a second to realize that she had stopped dancing and was now focused on touching my wet spot.

"We can't do this," I said ever so weakly. But Damn! Now I wanted to!.... 

"We can't do this HERE," she corrected easing her finger from beneath my panties. "Let's make a deal," she began. "No more secrets between us and we will continue this when I get home in the morning."

All I could do was nod dumbly and say "ok."

She then back away from me with a saucy smile and said, "This dance is over. Go home. I got work to do."

A I reached into my purse to give her the payment due, she winked at me and said, "This one's on the house."

She then donned her negligee and strutted out of the room.

As I regained my composer, Gary came into the room. 

"Okay," he said. "Details, honey. Details!"

But I'm not so sure if I should share them with him.... What do you think???



The Lap Dance



I walk into the dark, dank room; you're already reclined on the chair with your hand at your cunt. You've taken the liberty of hiking up your mini skirt in anticipation of my arrival, I see.

The music is a moderately driven dance beat, just perfect for the lap dance I'm about to perform on you. I can tell as I walk toward you that you've been looking forward to this for some time. You're already in what I refer to as lesbian space - wrapped up in the fact that a female stripper is about to rock your world. Your friends have told me this is the first time you've had a lap dance, and it has long been a fantasy of yours to explore another woman. You don't realize it, yet, of course, but this is a specialty of mine.

As I approach you, I am running my hands along the curves of my body. My short, skin-tight mini dress leaves little to the imagination, though you can't yet see the good stuff. My eyes are locked onto yours, and I can tell you're unsure, anxious, tentative, and yet, incredibly aroused. I wonder if you truly know why.

I walk up and straddle your lap, leaning down as if I'm going to kiss you. You move your mouth up toward my face in an attempt to meet mine, but I pull away just slightly, placing my finger across your lips. Unh, unh. I can tell you're new to this, as a more experienced woman would've taken my finger in her mouth.

I stand upright, moving my hips to the slow, methodical beat; your focus adjusts to the center mass of my body, watching the undulations, imagining them to be in synch with your own at some point soon. I run my hands along the sides of my face, down to my tits, pausing to squeeze them, then continuing down to my waist, along the insides of my thighs. They jump to you as I bend down and trace the inner length of your thighs with a single finger of each hand. I can see chill bumps rise from your skin. The first intimate touch of another woman? This is the moment I know for sure I have your psyche under my control - I've connected your mouth and your cunt to me without you realizing it.

You feel my hot breath in your ear as I lean down and whisper a reminder that you're not allowed to touch me at any point. You have to keep your hands to yourself, though you're welcome to do with them what you wish on your own body. You say nothing, but slowly shake your head in acknowledgment. I continue running my hands along your curves, down to your crotch to meet the hand you're using to satiate yourself. Once again, I lean in as if I'm going to kiss you, only to pull away as you instinctively move in to meet my lips. We've only gotten started, yet I can already see the angst in your eyes at the fact that you haven't even been allowed to taste me.

I crawl off of you and move to squat down on your left. I grab your free hand, which is resting on your thigh next to the hand you're using to manifest your own fantasies. I squeeze it gently, then begin running my hands over your body once again. The tight top you're wearing accentuates your chest and though I won't say it to you at this point, I am already fantasizing about biting your nipples at some point tonight. I can see them fighting to be freed. After the dance, perhaps?

I reach up and remove the strap of the dress from my left shoulder, pull it down and place it in my other hand, just shy of exposing my left tit to you. Then I reach over and do likewise with the other strap, pulling it off my shoulder and holding the top so that it doesn't fall from my chest.

I let go with both hands, allowing the thin fabric to fall, exposing my bare chest to you. The slight grin from you affirms for me that you're enjoying my show. As I stand up, I once again approach your mouth with mine, running my left hand through your hair and pulling you closer to me. You still haven't managed to overcome your instinct to try to meet my lips, but again, I pull away before your tongue can even sense there's something near it.

Tease, you say? Yes. Of course.

I stand up and, brushing my hands along your body, move around to a spot behind you. The chair allows you to lean back with your head and neck parallel to the ground. As you recline back, I stand over you and bend down, allowing my tits to fall on both sides of your face. For the first time you can taste me. Your tongue darts from your mouth into the valley between my 34Cs as they hang above you.

I begin draping them over your face, allowing you to lick my nipples. You try to bite them, but they just won't stay there long enough for you to get your teeth on the perky little protuberances. I can see your hand still massaging your cunt in rhythm with the music. I bend over you to run my hands down the length of your torso and into your crotch, but stop just short of helping you with your intimate task.

As I squat down behind you and continue running my hands along your arms, your tits, your sides, you slide down further into your chair. I move to your side, allowing our faces to come so close that we can smell each others' breath. I know there are few more powerful forces in the universe than that which is screaming inside you to push your lips toward mine. The three minutes of conditioning, however, have led you to the conclusion that it would be pointless to do so. I'm not about to give you my lips this early into the dance. Your gaze is transfixed to mine, and I can see the painful longing inside them.

I stand up and move around in front of you, straddle your thigh and sit down on it, lightly grinding myself on your bare leg. The music is so perfectly paced for this. As I drag my cunt back and forth across your thigh, I lean into you, cupping your head with my arm, placing my face next to yours. You're a good girl, continuing to pleasure yourself. I use the tense muscles in your thigh for my own enjoyment for just a few more seconds, then stand back up and allow my face to dance around yours before withdrawing once again.

I glide back to take up a position in front of you, between your spread open legs, gyrating to the 90 beats per minute and slowly pull my dress down to reveal my body to you. The only thing keeping me from being wholly exposed at this point is a tiniest of thongs. I let the little dress slide down to the floor and kick it away with my foot.

I move to sit back down on your leg, bending forward so that my tits are just inches from you, and once again my face is close enough that I can smell the scent of your hair. "You're so hot," I whisper into your ear. You turn your face toward mine one more time, silently begging me to allow you to touch my lips with yours. I can't even see your face, but I can feel your desire. I know there's a fight going on inside your body right now for control. You're anchored to the sexual universe at two points simultaneously. Does your mouth win, or does your cunt at this point? Too close to call.

Once again I return to a standing position, put my arms above my head and allow you to take in the lithe body before you. As I begin to remove my thong, I turn away from you and bend over at the waist. As the small strip of cloth is extracted from my backside, I know you can, for the first time, see me. And by me, I mean my essence; cunt, ass, everything that is my sex.

As I release the thong at my feet, I slide my hands slowly up the back of my legs to my ass, where they stop and take up residence while my hips continue to move side to side in synchronization with the music. I can't see your reaction, but I can feel your gaze affixed squarely on my center mass. I grab my ass cheeks and play with them, giving you a full view of everything I have, less then three feet from your face.

I turn around and slowly move to a point where I am once again straddling your leg. I sit my now exposed cunt down onto you and begin using you again. My right hand finds its way to the side of your face, cupping it, while the left one grabs your right thigh, right next to your cunt, for leverage. You probably don't realize that my hands are now connected to the two struggling centers of energy on purpose, melding your sexual energy to mine in one slow, rhythmic, burning dance.

I slide my hand from your thigh up along the arm being used to push your hand into your deep spaces, then trace a path back down to your hand. Your busy, busy hand. Just for the faintest of seconds, I help you in your quest to find Nirvana, but quickly pull away. I'm not ready for you to cum yet.

After another thirty seconds or so grinding on you, I stand and bring my other leg behind the opposite side of your body. I am now standing in front of you; straddling you. As I begin running my hands up and down your body, the speed of your masturbation increases. I believe this to be happening because you know that, within a few seconds, my cunt will be inches from your face. And you know I won't allow you to touch it. Yes, you'll be able to smell me; you may even be able to taste me in the air. I can't keep that from you. But that is part of the delicious nature of the dance. You can sense that I am aroused, as you are. And even in your naivete you know that, if you could only lock your lips around my clit, you'd own me.

The first grunt emanates from your mouth as your cunt restores the focus of your sex to its rightful place. "If you cum, the dance is over," I warn you. Your sadness is palpable.

I stand upright, and move my hands down along the length of my torso, across the front of my pelvis and into my crotch. Your gaze is focused on where my hands are going, begging me to touch myself there, as if to provide tacit permission for you to fantasize about them being your hands.

I move my cunt closer to your face - so close that I know you can see my swollen lips, my wetness; you can tell how much it arouses me to be dancing for you. I grab your hair with both hands and move your face closer to my undulating pubis, only to pull it away each time. This is torture, you think to yourself. Yes, I know it is. That's what you've paid me for.

I slide back down and straddle you once again such that my cunt is just above the hand that is so furiously violating your inner sanctum, my tits rubbing against yours, and begin licking you and kissing your neck, then taking little light nibbles of it. I can taste the salt in the perspiration that casts a light sheen over your entire body. As I do, you can't hold back; your first orgasm. I continue to squat above you long enough to allow you to wind down. You look up at me and a grin builds across your face; a grin that at once shows gratitude and urges me to continue.

I move off you and return to a position to your left, kneeling just enough to put my nipple right at your mouth. At this point, you don't even try to reach out to it because you assume I'll just move away. Nothing could be further from the truth. Soon, my cunt is right beside your face. You turn to face me only to see my pierced hood right in front of you. If your tongue was two inches longer, you might just be able to touch me, there. How many times have you longed to taste that cunt just in the past few minutes?

I squat back down, my face at yours, our lips just millimeters apart. I want to kiss you now, but will not make the first move. I move my hand to the inside of your thigh, squeezing it gently in rhythm with the music, brushing against your hand - the one that hasn't left your cunt since I walked into the room. Such a slut.

I move back up and allow my tits to caress your face. Once I've fully stood up, I place my cunt right in front of you and begin masturbating myself. I grab a handful of your hair and force you to watch. My other hand is busy, penetrating my cunt, playing with my clit, while I continue to grind my pelvis in the air just centimeters from your lips. When I'm satisfied my fingers have enough of me on them, I withdraw them from my hole and put them to your lips. You don't need any further encouragement, and engulf them with your lips and your tongue. This is your first taste of another woman's sex. You ravenously devour my fingers as if my fluids were to be your last meal.

I put my left foot up on the chair between your legs so you have a better view, and return my wet fingers to my pussy. I grab your hair again and force you to watch me play with my clit. I can feel you pushing against my hand as your next orgasm builds. Your moans turn me on even more, as I can tell they're genuine and come from deep within your soul. As you release your second orgasm, I let go of you, and you allow your head to drop back onto the back of the chair. After two intense orgasms, you're spent and it's nice to relax. But I'm not done yet.

I move around behind you, and stand, legs spread, with my cunt right over your eyes. You can see, smell, and taste me at this point if you wish. You dart your tongue out toward my cunt, trying to reach it, but I can't allow that here. I continue to tease you until you have a third orgasm. This one seems particularly intense, you moan and groan loudly, lifting your legs into the air, your body writhing in the chair. Yet you never move your head.

When you're done, I lean down and kiss you as your body continues to enjoy the little residual orgasmic spasms that permeate it. As I do, I run my hands along your arms down to your cunt and back, giving you chill bumps once again.

I walk around to the front of you, straddle your waist and position myself so my cunt is right above yours. My hand moves down and completes the connection. You jump as I ever so slightly brush it against your clit. I sit on your legs, masturbating myself. After just a few seconds, the true measure of my arousal manifests itself in my own intense orgasm. When I am spent, I collapse on top of you with my face buried in the small of your neck. When my spasms are complete, I turn your face to mine and we kiss, sealing our fate. 



The Lap Dance



We're standing in middle of the hotel room, your hands in my hair, my hands gripping your shoulders, holding myself up on tiptoe, pressed against you as our lips and tongues intertwine. Your strength thrills me, but tonight I have something else in mind. I back you up to the desk chair, pressing down on your shoulders to get you to sit. You look up at me, quizzically.

"I owe you a lap dance," I smile, bending down to loosen your tie. Sliding it free, I rub the silky material across my lips as I sidestep behind you. I lean over and whisper in your ear, "Do you trust me?" as I reach for your hands.

Excited at the thought of surrendering control to me, you let me loop the tie around your wrists at the back of the chair. Moving in front of you now, I start a slow strip tease, grasping the hem of my shirt and raising it as I dance a slow samba. I expose the soft skin of my stomach, my pants riding low on my hips, as I sway them seductively. Then higher, stopping just under my breasts, pausing to run my hands over them, my palms caressing my aching nipples. Raising my arms above my head, I slide one arm, then the other, out of the sleeves, and turn my back to you as I peel the shirt up over my head. Turning to face you, cupping my breasts, my large, rosy nipples erect and plainly visible through the white lace bra, I move in close, so close you can almost get your mouth on them.... But not quite, and then I back up again, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples, which you know sends sparks straight to my throbbing clit. You see me momentarily lose my place, my eyes closing, a soft moan escaping my lips, before I remember what I'm doing, and slide my hands down my sides and over my hips. I unbutton and unzip my pants, and slowly shimmy them down, turning and gyrating in front of you until I step free of them. White lace panties cling to my smoothly waxed pussy as I approach you again, straddling your legs, and rolling my hips. You can smell my arousal and see the sheen of moisture between my legs. Sliding a finger slowly across my wet cunt, I raise it to your mouth, and paint your lips with my juices, before backing away.

Standing in front of you once again, I unclasp the front closure of the bra, letting it fall from my arms. My nipples are hard and erect, and I cup my breasts in my hands again, rolling my hips the way I'd like to ride your cock, because my clit is engorged and aching. Finally, I can't take anymore, and one hand steals down to skim over my swollen pussy lips, lightly, ever so lightly, making my clit pulse and throb and wetness drip from my cunt, playing until my knees threaten to buckle, and I stop, breathing heavily. Once again I turn, presenting you with the view of my firm round ass and swollen cunt as I peel the panties off and bend to remove them. 

I approach you, inches away, and slide my finger down between my pussy lips, gasping as I finally rub across my clit, and plunge into my wet hole, stroking, while you watch. Stopping and leaning over you, I bring my wet fingers to your mouth again. You suck them in eagerly, groaning at the taste of me, as I begin to unbutton your shirt. I replace my fingers with my lips, kissing you, tasting myself on you, tongues tangling as I lick into your mouth, hungry for you. I slide down to my knees between your legs, pulling your shirt apart, off your broad shoulders, revealing your magnificent muscular chest. I stroke the hard planes of your chest and abdomen, loving the feel of your warm skin. Looking into your eyes, I gently stroke the throbbing hardness between your legs, loving the sound of your moan, and the desire burning in your eyes. I unbutton and unzip your pants, and you lift your hips to help me as I pull them off, taking your boxer briefs with them, eager to have you naked before me. 

Sliding my hands along your thighs, I lean in and lick the length of your shaft, savoring the taste of you. Cupping your balls in my hand, I swallow the head of your cock, moaning at how good you feel and taste in my mouth. Sucking and licking hungrily, my hands busy at the base of your cock and on your balls, I bring you close to the edge. You groan as I let your shaft slip from my lips. I slide my body up along yours, your wet cock slipping between my breasts as I lick and bite your nipples. 

"Tell me what you want," I breathe against your chest. 

"I want to fuck you," you growl, knowing how much it turns me on to hear you say it. "I want to slide my cock into your hot hole. Long, slow strokes, teasing you the way you're teasing me."

I smirk, just a bit, because while I would love that, this time I'm in charge. 

"Or maybe, I'll just take this luscious hard cock," I say, grasping your shaft with one hand, "and use it for my own pleasure."

I climb on to the chair, straddling you, my dripping cunt poised over your pulsing member, and slowly ease myself down, feeling you fill me, hearing your sharp intake of breath as my wet, warm flesh envelops you. I start a rhythm of riding you, grinding my clit against you on the downstroke, my nipples rubbing your chest, my hands on your shoulders, as I rock up and down. Your mouth is on me, anywhere you can reach, and then you latch on to that spot at the curve of my neck... It's all I need, and I cum, screaming, pussy muscles clenching and convulsing around your hard cock, collapsing against your chest. Bracing your feet against the floor, you flex your thighs and hips, thrusting hard into my limp body to find your release. 

Long moments later, I lift my head from your shoulder and whisper in your ear, "Now it's your turn to tie me up."



The Lap Dance Ch. 01



My friend Terri and I love to fantasize. Terri is a thin but shapely woman about 30, long strawberry blonde hair, stunning blue eyes, and an amazing smile. I'm in my upper 40's, red hair and brown eyes. Whether it's during the day online while we work in our respective offices... or late at night on webcam as we tease each other to orgasm... or especially in person when we are having amazing sex and verbalizing our fantasies, we enjoy the imaginative side of sex. Often times, the fantasies involve another woman or man. Terri is bi-curious, so that is one situation we fantasize about often. We sometimes chat online together with other women about some of those fantasies, always looking for that perfect girl to bring home.

We had experimented a bit with videotaping our sex together as well. First, we tried setting the camera on the bed while she rode me, reverse cowboy style, in a low chair a few feet from the bed. The video came out pretty hot, actually, until she leaned over onto the bed to get more leverage to push me deeper into her wet pussy, and the camera came crashing down. We got a good laugh out of that, but it didn't stop the action.

Later that same evening, as she lay back on the bed, her hips at the edge, as I stood between her legs. I held the camera in my one hand, sliding my hard cock in and out of her pussy, while caressing her breasts with my other hand. Again, it was a great view, but very difficult to hold the camera and perform the action at the same time. Terri had her own attempt at being a camera woman as well, holding the camera from her vantage point as she lay back on the pillows while I went down and licked her beautiful pussy. That video came out very good; even though she was shaking like crazy when I started to finger fuck her while sucking her clit. We love watching the videos together, but they do seem to be a bit blurry and shake a lot, kind of like the old movie, The Blair Witch Project.

We thought a better idea would be to invite one of her girlfriends to hold the camera for us. We imagined Terri's sexy friend could then move around the room for the best shot, zooming in to all the right places, and capturing our uninhibited action. In fact, the more we talked about that, the more excited we became. The thought of a woman watching us that closely was a huge turn on for both of us. We pictured her friend in sexy lingerie, and getting turned on at the sight of us fucking in front of her. In our minds, of course, it would be impossible for her to remain "professional" for very long, and the camera would end up back on the tripod as she joined us both, and kissed and caressed Terri's body all over!

We have several other fantasies as well, of course. The one I want to tell about, however, actually did come true. Terri and I decided to check out a strip club across the border in Canada. The Canadians have a very enlightened policy in regard to dancers, unlike the Americans' prudish rules. In Canada, full nude is allowed, and the lap dances are much more intimate. In fact, they tell you that "you can touch anything except the pussy," and that really makes for a fun lap dance.

I decided to wear loose fitting shorts to give my hard-on room to breathe. I drove over to Terri's place and knocked on her apartment's door. As she opened it, her beauty was striking. Her makeup is always impeccably done. She wore a flower print sundress, white thong and bra underneath. Her 36B breasts looked incredible under the tight dress. I immediately went to her and we embraced, kissing hard. Usually when I see Terri, for obvious reasons I get hard very quickly. As we held each other, I pressed my hardness through my shorts into her body. She moaned as she felt it, and slid her hand down between us, giving my bulge a squeeze. My hands squeezed her nice round ass as we held each other close. Luckily, she gets wet as quickly as I get hard, and so I knew she was ready for me already.

I knew I couldn't wait. It was time for a quickie. My arms around her waist, I forcefully pushed her back into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed roughly. Her legs draped over the edge of the bed, I lifted her dress up to her waist, exposing her thong. I quickly pulled it aside, sliding my fingers up and down her wet slit. She was so smooth and silky. I pulled the panties down her shapely legs and left them in a heap on the floor.

Quickly, I unzipped my jeans and dropped them around my ankles. My hard cock sprung out. I could see her lick her lips as she watched me, lying on her back. I leaned closer to her, my hands around her hips, and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed toward me. The head of my cock rubbed against her slit, up to her hardening clit, quickly coating the head of my dick with her juices. 

I dropped myself a bit lower, and quickly pushed my cock inside of her pussy. She was so wet it slid all the way in easily. She moaned loudly as I started to pull back and then quickly pushed in again. I pulled her legs around my waist and pushed in as fast and hard as I could. I continued to pump in and out, my hard cock slurping loudly with her very wet juices. I squeezed her hips as I thrust. I was quickly building to orgasm. 

Knowing we still had a big day ahead of us, Terri was coaxing me on. "Mmm, baby, cum inside me. I want you to cum in my pussy!" she screamed.

"Fuuuuck yes!" I shouted. Her moans were too much for me, and I began to throb as my orgasm built to the brink, shooting load after load deep inside of her. She was smiling as I finally pulled out of her. 

"I could see you needed that one, baby," she said. It was true.

"Can I take care of you now?" I loved her orgasms. I wanted her to have at least one.

"Later, baby. I want to go. Lots of time for me soon," she was excited about our evening plans. I kissed her hard, caressing her breasts, then helped her to her feet. We kissed again, and I gave her ass a good slap. 

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We got in the car and drove across the border. Along the way, we talked about how much fun we were going to have. As usual, Terri's hand was rubbing my crotch while I drove, so I was of course very hard again for most of our two-hour drive.

We quickly checked into the hotel, grabbing our room keys then back into the car for the short drive up the road. We pulled into the parking lot of "A Cat's Tale", and put the car in park. She was still rubbing my crotch, and I leaned over for a kiss. Our tongues danced together for a long time. 

"Mmmm, baby, more of that to come," I said. "Ready?"

"Definitely." 

I held the door open for her, and we walked inside the lobby of the club. The bouncer looked Terri over as he held the inside door for us, a slight smile on his face as he gave me the non-verbal "OK". I don't think that club sees many women of Terri's caliber, and that includes some of their hottest dancers. The place was dark, and as our eyes adjusted, seemed pretty empty since it was still early. There was a bar toward the back of the club, and two small stages at the front, with round tables in front of the stage. At each end of the club were some bigger tables and other stages. It seemed like waitresses and dancers outnumbered patrons, which was fine by me.

The music was pretty loud, and there was small-breasted brunette dancer gyrating on stage, wearing only a g-string, squirming around the pole, her hair whipping around as she danced. We took a table close to the stage and made ourselves comfortable. I looked at Terri, and put my hand on her knee as we sat down. I ran my hand up inside her thigh just as a short, tanned blonde waitress wearing a skimpy green bikini came over to us. Her smile was dazzling in the dark club, her lips full. I kept my hand between Terri's thighs as the waitress looked us both over. She smiled broadly as she placed a cocktail napkin in front of Terri. She then leaned way over Terri as she put one in front of me, her ample breasts about popping out of her top, a naughty smile on her pretty face.

We ordered beers and sat back to watch the show. The brunette girl was just getting offstage and another was coming out. We looked around the place. The offstage dancing girls were working the single guys or groups of guys sitting around the stage, trying to get them to buy a private dance. 

The next dancer was a statuesque blonde, with a tanned curvy body, wearing a white bikini top and g-string. She started dancing to the beat of the music, moving gracefully, a natural dancer. Not like some of the strippers who just didn't look comfortable. Terri leaned to my ear.

"She's hot," she breathed. 

Terri's hand moved over my crotch, my hard-on growing again was we both watched the blonde. Terri began rubbing it through my shorts. The dancer was loosening her top, and she let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were round and full, with small dark pink nipples. Her waist was thin, but not skinny. I had to agree.

"Uh huh, she is," I whispered.

Terri squeezed my cock again.

"Two Molsons," said the waitress as she placed the bottles on the table. She had come up behind us. I didn't take my hand from Terri's thighs, and she didn't move her hand from my cock. Knowing that the waitress could see what we were doing added to the excitement we were feeling. The blonde waitress glanced down with that naughty smile and stood waiting. "That'll be four-fifty."

I left her a good tip and she moved away. My hand went back to Terri's thigh. I slipped my fingers under her dress, slowly drifting up between her smooth, silky legs. As I reached the upper thigh, I could feel the dampness between her panty-less legs, as her juices flowed freely down her leg from her naked pussy. I heard a soft moan escape her lips as she leaned back, giving me access. We both turned back to the stage and watched the blonde dancer moving around the pole, her sexy ass shaking back and forth to the music as she leaned over. Her breasts were firm and tight, bouncing a bit under her as she gyrated back and forth.

Terri opened her legs even further and I felt her wet slit with my fingers. At the same time, she slid her hand up the inside of the leg of my loose shorts. My cock was fully hard, and she easily found it and wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft. 

"Need a refill?" It was a different waitress, long shiny black hair with mysterious dark eyes. She was checking us out, her eyes on my crotch and where Terri's hand was inside my short's leg. 

"We're good, thanks," I said. She smiled and walked away.

For the next hour or so, we noticed a lot of attention from the waitresses, several of them stopping by every few minutes to "check on our drinks. " By now, the head of my cock was occasionally poking out from the leg of my shorts, as Terri continued to rub it. I must have been hard for at least an hour and a half. She was soaked by this point as well, and I continued to rub her slit, slipping my finger inside her every once in a while. Her excitement was building to a frenzy.

"We should get a lap dance," she said to me. 

"Which girl do you like?" I asked.

"That blonde over there is fucking sexy. You should ask her," she said with a husky voice. It was the dancer we had been watching earlier.

I moved myself away from the table, and tried to rearrange my hard-on so it wasn't quite as noticeable. I looked over at the blonde, seeing if I could get her attention. She glanced over to me and I waved her over. She smiled and came to the table, giving us both a once over look. 

"Hey you guys. I'm glad you're here. I'm Jenna." Her smile was dazzling white against her tanned skin, her emerald green eyes twinkling. She had perfectly smooth skin, and her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her breasts pushed against her tight top, and I could see the faint outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. I glanced over at Terri and noticed her eyes were looking at her in the same way. We talked a little business then we all got up and followed Jenna toward the back room, holding Terri's hand in mine. I had to adjust my hardness again so it wasn't so obvious, but I don't think I could have fooled anyone with the bulge so prominent. 

The room was dark, with a wide bench that I sat down on first. Jenna and Terri stood close together, making small talk as the dancer waited for the next song to start. As Terri was standing in front of me, I reached my hand around her waist, running it across her belly and then down her thighs. When I reached the hem of her skirt, I lifted it a bit, my hand underneath, as I worked my way up toward her soaking pussy.

"Mmm, nice," said Jenna, her eyes dropping to see my hand rubbing Terri's pussy beneath the thin fabric.

With Terri in front of me, Jenna couldn't see me unzipping my shorts with my other hand, and freeing my cock. I pulled Terri down in my lap, her legs across mine. I lifted her dress from the back, until her ass was touching my hardness. She gasped a little as it rested in her ass crack, but didn't let on what she was feeling. 

The music started, and Jenna started to dance. Her hands over her head, she closed her eyes and swayed her body. I pushed my legs together, and Terri opened hers to straddle mine. The dress was still over her knees, covering us both. She pushed backwards against me, and my cock slid up into her wet slit. Jenna, still swaying, reached behind her own back and undid her bikini top, letting it drop to the ground. Up close, her tits were even more beautiful.

Jenna leaned forward, her ample breasts swaying, and gave Terri a smile and wink. Her hands rested on Terri's thighs, and she brought her breasts within inches of Terri's face. I felt Terri suck her breath in, and could have sworn another gush of wetness coated my cock at the same time. Terri very slowly gyrated her hips on my lap, and I positioned myself, guiding my aching hardness to her entrance. Jenna began to fondle Terri's breasts now, squeezing them through the dress, as her body moved to the music. At that moment my cock slid inside Terri's pussy, and she pushed down hard on it, immediately going the full length into her channel.

"Ohhhh," Terri moaned.

"You have a beautiful body," the dancer breathed into Terri's ear in a stage whisper. "Your friend here is very lucky." She winked at me.

My hands were on Terri's hips, squeezing and moving her back and forth on my cock. I began to roam them up her waist and around to her breasts. I felt Jenna's hands already there. Terri's arms were outstretched also and as I looked over her shoulder, I saw she was caressing Jenna's globes, lifting and squeezing them together. 

"Do you like how she feels?" I whispered into her ear.

"Ohhh yes, she is fucking hot!" Terri moaned.

Jenna smiled as she and I continued our fondling of Terri's body. I reached around Terri and put my hands on top of Terri's as she fondled Jenna. I moved our hands down Jenna's waist, Terri's hands under mine, and we caressed Jenna's smooth ass together. Jenna stood up, and stepped out of her g-string, then came back to us to continue her close dancing. Her completely shaven pussy glistened. Her small lips were visible, and she ran her hands across her waist and down to her naked pubic mound, continuing down her inner thighs as she bent back toward us.

My own hips were moving slowing back and forth, feeling Terri's wetness envelop me. She began to also move in circles, feeling my hardness deep in her pussy. Terri's moans were becoming louder and more frequent. I watched as Terri's fingers closed around Jenna's nipples, pinching them just a bit, making them instantly hard. 

"Mmmm," Jenna moaned. I wasn't sure if it was a stage moan or real, but it was pretty convincing. 

The feeling of Jenna's hard nipples and her moans are what I think finally put Terri over the edge. She began to press hard down on me, and I could feel her orgasm building. She began to shake a little, her moans becoming a higher pitched whimper. Her breaths were coming quickly, and I squeezed her breasts hard as she began to leak even more fluid over my hard cock. 

I pressed up into her as far as I could, and my cock began to spasm. I watched Jenna enjoy the scene as she also squeezed Terri's breasts, and my orgasm exploded inside Terri's pussy. It felt as if it would continue for hours, each of us moaning now more loudly, but still trying to keep it quiet. Jenna's hand dropped down to her own pussy, and we could see her rubbing herself slightly, trying not to be obvious as well.

The next song began to play, and the dance was over. Terri and I stayed in the position for a bit, and Jenna started to put her bikini back on. 

"That was incredible," Terri's voice cracked.

"Thank you," Jenna replied. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She pulled a slip of paper out of her tiny purse they all carried for tips, and pressed it into Terri's hand. "Hope to see you both again soon." With that, she turned and walked down the dark hallway and back out into the club.

After watching our sexy dancer walk away, Terri turned to me, and we kissed deeply. My cock finally started to shrink in size, and came out of her with a slurp. There were tissues on the bench, so we both used them to get ourselves arranged.

Terri opened the slip of paper as she rearranged her dress. It was a phone number.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2....

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The Lap Dance Ch. 01



Writer's note: This is the first of a several-part series. Expect Pt. 2 soon enough. 

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Stephanie had always been curious about strip clubs. She knew what happened inside such establishments from second-hand sources and movies but wanted to see the action herself.

She also wondered about something else: What was it about throwing dollar bills at ladies that ranked as so stimulating for men? If it aroused them so much, would the sight of half-naked women do the same for her?

She worked by day at a publisher's office and, at night, enjoyed the bar scene and evenings with friends. Born in Sao Paolo, Brazil, Stephanie was a knockout, even by lofty South American standards. She was well sculpted: smooth and lengthy legs and slender arms to match her stomach. Her long, dark brown hair accented her blue eyes and curved lips. A hint of lipstick made their odd but sexy shape standout like a neon sign. Her breasts were just above what she deemed the average size, between a C and a D. Her booty, though, had more trunk space than an SUV. Men gawked anytime she wore jeans or a short skirt. They could not begin to imagine how massive it was.

She loved jewelry and often chose outfits that would look good with her favorite pearl necklace. As 20-something Brazilians went, she was the embodiment of perfection, or the next closest thing.

So, one November night, she decided to undertake her first nude joint exploration. She listed the help of a male friend in the know about the area's best clubs. 

Stephanie settled on an upscale one called "The Palace." It resided just west of downtown and promised, given the admission price, spectacular entertainment.

She debated for 30 minutes what she should wear. She decided on a pink-beige, cotton, spaghetti strap top that allowed her to flash some intoxicating cleavage, a low-cut, cotton pink skirt and black high-heels with straps. Her pink silk panties felt soft against her vagina and the tightness of her matching bra accentuated the aforementioned cleavage.

Stephanie did not consider that she had dressed as a stripper might. Whatever. She was not going to stay long. She sure as hell planned to ignore the expected advances from the cash-flaunting men.

The other dilemma was more difficult to resolve. Should she venture to the club solo, in a group, or with a trusted male friend? Going with a close acquaintance would ease the awkwardness of her first time and provide a comfort zone in case nerves became a factor. After an hour of deliberation and several calls to friends, she opted to ditch the idea of a comfort zone. She would go alone and deal with whatever happened as an adult.

Stephanie pulled up to "The Palace." It was as easy to find as the directions suggested. To ensure optimal safety, she forked up the tip money required for valet parking.

She then reached into her wallet and pulled out her ID and the entrance fee, $20. That's expensive, she thought. Whatever.

She was not even sure women went to these places alone. The 40-something lady at the front desk snatched the $20 and directed Stephanie to a door down the hall.

"Enter that way," the woman said. Stephanie thought the delivery bordered on cold and rude.

She stood there for a moment, not sure if she wanted to take the plunge. She contemplated asking for her $20 back and speeding home.

"Is there something wrong?" the woman asked, in a manner that suggested she was more interested in processing the small line that had formed than this nervous customer's well being.

Stephanie stammered, "Uh, do woman ever come here by themselves?"

"Not much," the woman responded, "but it does happen. You are not the first." That last line soothed her. At least she was not the first young female to enter a strip joint. The first Brazilian woman? Maybe. That question did not matter.

Stephanie gathered a burst of courage and walked toward the fancy door. She could hear a popular rap song blaring through it and shaking the walls. "I can make your bedrock," the lyrics said. Typical. And, she thought, I like this typical club music.

She grabbed the brass handle and flung open the door. The scene inside did not shock her. The movies she had watched were not inaccurate in their depiction of these places. The granite countertops at the main bar, though, were a nice touch that confirmed an upscale image. The main room featured three stages, and a gyrating, topless pole dancer occupied each of them. The joint was booming and bustling. She scanned the patron area for an empty table and happened to spot one adjacent to the main stage.

Perfect, she thought. She would view strippers up close and snag a front-row seat to the mad, male money toss. This, she was certain, would tell her what all the strip club fuss was about.

She plopped herself down in the cozy red leather chair and set her designer purse on the circular glass table. The next event was not foreign to her. Bars and nightclubs do expect customers to spend some money. A skinny waitress wearing a tight ensemble with a mid drift and plenty of cleavage and leg accentuation barked in her direction, "you want something to drink?" The employee's tone made it obvious that was not a request. The woman could have just said, "Buy something or leave."

That would have been more proper and palatable. She expected a fleecing, which made the $7, watered-down club soda and cranberry vodka easier to stomach. Each sip confirmed to her lips and mind that frugality was not a virtue here. Forget economy, she thought.

Just then the obnoxious emcee of sorts announced the next dancer. "Lola," he said, with the kind of smarmy, sordid tonal quality that suggested a deadbeat dad with a backlog of missed child support payments. Were all creatures at strip clubs so pitiable?

She peered beyond the loudspeaker covering part of his face and noticed his disastrous Hawaiian shirt that looked like it had not been washed in weeks. It was more unfortunate than flamboyant. The man's ill-advised beard made him a candidate for a Geico commercial.

She guessed he was 40-something after noticing a few wrinkles near his jaw and chin. Yeah, she told herself, total deadbeat dad.

The young, black dancer elicited similar cynicism and judgments from Stephanie's mind, which was now operating at warp speed. Who comes up with these stage names, she wondered? Why?

She almost wanted to stand up, yell and bet every man in the place—and there were many—this poor girl's name was not Lola. Yet, a group of eager dudes oozing testosterone overloads bought the scam of a package—hook, line and sinker—nonetheless.

Lola was slender, too slender. Her black, curly hair almost covered her beaten, defeated eyes. Her misshapen legs somehow did not detract from her performance, which seemed textbook to a curious woman with only the Hollywood, adult film industry idea of what that meant. Lola spent most of a four-minute Kanye West joint teasing the crowd with booty shakes and pole gymnastics. It came across as well acted but seemed so soulless.

Yet, these dudes, as Stephanie called them, flocked to the stage with Benjamins in hand. One by one each dipped into cash reserves to get Lola to gyrate in his direction. The act felt scripted and left Stephanie disappointed.

Lola tossed her bra to the back of the stage when the second song commenced, revealing her average breasts to the salivating masses. An act that should have been exciting turned to tedious in an instant. The striptease, of course, sent even more men to the stage for a several buck, 15-second show.

Ugh, she thought. Why not just eat $25 and avoid the embarrassment? She was beginning to wonder, less than 20 minutes into her excursion, if she should have done that. Make that $33. She corrected herself after ordering another poorly made club soda and cranberry vodka. If this was a drink "special," how did the regular ones taste?

She expected more from an upscale place than just posh furniture and dim, hipster lighting. This one had not delivered anything else yet. Lola's set conclusion was anticlimactic, and she had already constructed how the next hour would go.

Let me see, she thought. Starr comes next. Then Delilah. Then Lakeisha. Then the token Asian girl. She surveyed the patrons and attempted to attach stories to them.

She suspected lots of deadbeat dads, a few accountants, a lawyer or two, recovering alcoholics and a corporate boss or two. She assumed the boisterous group across the way was a bachelor party. Ugh. So predictable.

Stephanie was a bit upset when Starr did not follow Lola on the main stage. This woman, using the name Randi (or was it Randy?), was a southern belle with mammoth breasts. They practically popped out of the two-piece, American flag laden ensemble. Randi was cute, if not stereotypical.

A Jason Aldean monster hit served as the backdrop to another impressive dance show. Stephanie decided it was less disappointing and disgraceful to see men toss money Randi's way. Stephanie almost understood it.

One of her favorite tracks—Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats"—followed. Would this strip performance ruin that song? She hoped not. The lyrics applied to any man who dared abandon her trust. "I dug my keys in to the side..." coincided with Randi flinging her bra toward the loser emcee.

It didn't make it that far, but Stephanie imagined that was as close as the guy would ever get to any action. Good for him.

Randi was even generous enough to put her panties in each man's face to afford each the illusion of eating pussy.

Stephanie took the opportunity to examine Randi's vagina, even if she only flashed it. There was not much to see.

This was a step up from Lola but far from erotic or a tell-all encounter.

She still did not understand the men's' collective lust and the sheer willingness to dump hundreds at one establishment. She feared she might do that if she kept ordering low-quality, high-priced cocktails. Rum and coke seemed a suitable solution. That was a mere $5. "Hooray for bargains," she said in a sarcastic whisper.

The waitresses' snappy, almost irritated check ups became acceptable routines. That smile, though, was so disingenuous. What forced that 30-something, attractive female to work here? How could she enjoy, even tolerate it?

It did not take long for Stephanie to notice, as soon as Randi's set finished, that many men had noticed her. That spelled trouble. She had traveled that unenviable road before with a previous boyfriend. To avoid another trip, she vowed to leave after two more performances. She figured that would give her the accurate read she desired.

Well, Delilah was not next, but it might as well have been Delilah. The emcee finally identified himself as Luis—yeah, right—and implored customers to tip waitresses and bartenders and "give some love" to Erica (or was it Ericka?). Who cares, anyway?

Her breasts were well rounded with nipples. Her pale skin suggested she was born to interracial parents. Interesting, she thought. Yet, Stephanie still failed to feel that charge of excitement. This club was not doing it for her. Nor did Ericka's choice of two jarring, electronic numbers.

Ugh, again. "Even death metal beats the shit out of this," she said with another whisper. The inaccessible, violent music represented an ugly departure from the house, trance and pop-laden blasts that occupied portions of her iPod.

The misfortune of this scene prompted a scowl then a frown. Mission, like, so not accomplished, she thought. What a disaster.

She deflected overtures from a few men to join their tables. "No thanks," seemed direct but polite enough.

An impulse—the same one that inspired her to purchase so many shoes and chic outfits—drove her next move. That voice said, "Pay the tab and get out of here." 

So Stephanie summoned the waitress and produced a credit card before the busy woman could walk away. She wanted to split pronto. She headed for the restroom first before canvassing a quick exit.

Then, "Laetitia" commanded the stage. 

This changed everything. 

Stephanie's world and the way the room looked differed now. This time, she did not guess three different possible spellings of the stripper's name or invent a hackneyed back-story. She was entranced.

Laetitia rendered the music, Luis and the sex-starved male patrons insignificant. She compensated for the shabby atmosphere and overpriced drinks. The crabby waitress was irrelevant.

Stephanie froze and forgot she was blocking the entrance door. An irritated man brushed her aside after uttering an exasperated, "excuse me!" She did not notice enough to care.

The world—and everything in it—now revolved around this gorgeous woman prancing and gliding around the pole and across the stage. Laetitia's movements were poetic and arresting. Long blonde, dyed hair accented her curvaceous body and symmetrical face. A set of green, oval eyes beckoned. Her closed mouth allowed her to transmit a devastating smile.

DD breasts, a puny, protruding belly and legs fit for an art exhibit made Laetitia perhaps the most beautiful creature Stephanie had ever seen.

As she studied these features, the shocking reality slammed her like an oncoming vehicle. Oh my God, she thought. I am attracted to someone of the same sex. She wondered if she had ever reacted this way to another woman's mere appearance. Sure, in college, she had smooched a friend after a monetary dare. She pretended to enjoy that kiss then.

This was something else. She had morphed in several minutes from a distraught, single woman heading for the exit after a shrug-worthy hour to a hostage in Laetitia's scripted game. If this was how other men felt, well, she got it now.

The alien sensation consumed her, almost to the point of paralysis. Stephanie had to remind herself to breathe. A drop of perspiration bounced on her left arm. Oh my God, she thought. Now, I am beginning to sweat.

Perhaps Stephanie should not have ever glanced back at the stage. Laetitia, by now, had noticed Stephanie staring at her. This dazed girl in the back trying to leave could not move a muscle. She did stand out in the male-dominated room.

Instinct became the lone available recourse. Maybe it was a second exaggerated leg kick. Maybe it was an extended hugging of the pole. Something caused Stephanie to walk in the direction of the stage, instead of through that menacing door.

As she approached Laetitia, another observation made her equal parts excited and terrified. No men had lined the stage yet. Laetitia was all hers if she wanted. But what did she want, and what should she do?

Instinct, again, orchestrated a coup in Stephanie's mind, leaving behind a number of inhibitions and reason. She later could not remember reaching into her purse for dollar bills, but she knew she had done so. That part would remain a blur.

These two women were now fixated on one another. Laetitia nodded playfully in Stephanie's direction and unleashed a smile that almost killed upon impact. 

Stephanie reciprocated by sheepishly returning a smile accompanied by $5. She had seen men give other dancers a few bucks. She knew Laetitia, even 15 seconds worth, justified the cost of a rum and coke.

The events that transpired after that danced between eternity and maddening brevity. It did not feel at all like 15 seconds, nor did it last long enough. She soon forgot about her sour experiences minutes earlier and lost herself in this moment.

Laetitia backed away long enough to remove her bra with blue sequins. She did not, however, throw it in Luis's sorry direction. Instead, it landed near the foot of the stage, near Stephanie.

She again reminded herself to breathe. The moment those perfect, exquisite breasts emerged, hyperventilation became a concern.

Laetitia's breathtaking body rivaled that of any queen, beauty pageant contestant or popular actress. It was intoxicating.

The cruel, arousing waltz with time started with a simple shake and shimmy. Laetitia used her hips and fingers, coated in ruby red nail polish, to make her breasts bounce.

Then, the most spectacular game of seduction those dudes had ever seen unfolded. Stephanie moved as close as possible to the stage without mounting it. She rested her quivering arms on its edge while gazing up at her $5 prize.

Laetitia used her hands to stroke Stephanie's damp face. The sudden touch was both startling and comforting. Another murderous smile followed. Stephanie almost wished Laetitia would stop doing that.

Then came the panty sniffing opportunity. The difference this time: Laetitia remained in that position a few seconds longer than the other women had, so as to press her lower body further into Stephanie's face. The stunned woman did not know how to react to this wrinkle. She used her nose to detect a Chanel No. 5 scent. She spent the rest of those seconds trying to inhale whatever other aromas she could.

Stephanie had never dealt with a woman's vaginal area near her face, even if covered by blue-sequined panties. Before she could process that thought, Laetitia turned for the inevitable series of booty moves. She slid up and down, up and down. Soon, Stephanie discovered she was grazing Laetitia's gorgeous butt with her left hand. Her right hand had graduated to the left breast.

She wondered if any contact was even allowed here. Would a security guard show up at any moment to escort her from the premises? She retracted her hands in embarrassment and offered an apologetic glance. The response was just as confusing as this attraction.

Laetitia's expression suggested disappointment that Stephanie had stopped.

The dancer backed away again, performed a few spins and then dipped low to shove her breasts in Stephanie's face. She figured strippers never allowed their tits to come within a foot of a gawking male customer. Yet, Laetitia had not left even an inch. The two body parts—Stephanie's lips and Laetitia's tits—appeared destined for collision.

They were right there. How could Stephanie not grab a taste? She subdued her tongue and just let her lips make brief contact. She heard the soft smack and saw a sexy string of saliva emerge.

She tasted an assortment of delicious flavors—from natural skin to a strong, sweet appletini. She resisted the urge to slip in some tongue. A sample would have to do for now.

She admired the grace with which Laetitia navigated the stage and the various customer dance positions. In this instance, though, Stephanie did not feel like a customer. The pleasures of the encounter transported her from reality to some other planet in some other universe. 

Laetitia leaned over and whispered a daunting question into Stephanie's ear: "What's your name, beautiful?" 

"S-s-s-tephanie," she stammered, not even thinking long enough to concoct a fake name.

Nothing prepared her for what came next. Laetitia moved in closer. Stephanie worried for a moment they might bump heads, not digesting the intent. Laetitia's lower lip met Stephanie's upper lip. Then, Laetitia's upper lip caressed Stephanie's lower lip. The surrounding room fell motionless during this three-second event that may have amounted to a peck more than a kiss.

Just before parting, Laetitia managed to sneak in a splash of tongue. Stephanie tasted coconut and Grey Goose.

"Thank you Stephanie," she said with a playful laugh. Those three words packed the power of those initial smiles. Oh my God, Stephanie thought. Just breathe. Compose yourself.

As Laetitia moved away to attend to another male client waving his money, the gravity of the situation assaulted Stephanie. She almost drowned in the sea of "woops" and applause. More than 25 men seated near the front were staring at her with lustful, satisfied eyes. She had just put on an unintentional show for them.

She could not decide if that aroused or infuriated her.




The Lap Dance Ch. 01



Her panties had become as damp as her bewildered, stimulated face. She bolted for the door, ignoring crude, suggestive comments from men as she flew by them.

She knew she had to run away and race home, but she was not sure what she would do once there.

She needed a restroom, but did she want to think aloud, cry or masturbate?

Laetitia changed everything. First, Stephanie just wanted to leave this disastrous place. Now, she wanted to disappear. She jogged to her car, jumped in and broke the speed limit to get to that familiar driveway. Yet, when she arrived, the surroundings did not provide solace or answers.

She threw off her clothes, unplugged her alarm clock and hoped an extended sleep would tell her what to do next. Maybe then she would forget Luis, Lola, the kiss, those luscious breasts, the directions to The Palace and the driver's license she left at the bar counter. 

Yeah right.



The Lap Dance Ch. 02



"Okay, bitch... spill it."

I looked at Gary as he put his car in drive. For a moment, I said nothing as he drove away from the gentlemen's club. "There is nothing to 'spill' really," I said unconvincingly.

"Yeah, right," Gary replied with a snort. "You are a horrible liar. Not to mention you've had this crazy look on your face since LaDonna walked out of that room."

I debated on whether or not I should try to lie or tell my friend the truth. I was kind of embarrassed about my unforeseen reaction to "Viper" and my private dance. I wasn't sure that I was ready for the remarks and possible ridicule that I would receive from Gary. Then I thought 'What could he possibly say. HE's gay for crying out loud!'

Besides, like he said, I really am a horrible liar...

"Well?" he prodded.

"Well," I began slowly, hesitantly, "the music started playing and she came into the room. At first, she didn't even realize who I was-"

"And then what?" Gary interrupted. "Did y'all get into an argument?"

"No really," I answered. "We talked it out and I'm going to stop being so overprotective-"

"Mother Goosie," he interjected.

"Yeah, whatever," I said quickly. We rode quietly for a couple of minutes before I continued. "That's not all," I then confessed.

"Well good," Gary said with a sigh of relief. "I was afraid that this story was going to be boring. Continue."

"You know I can hardly stand you, right?" I said with a short laugh.

"No. You love me," he corrected. "Now, what else happened?"

"Well," I continued, "after we got our little discussion out of the way, she asked my why I didn't stop her from stripping-"

"I was kinda wondering that myself," Gary interrupted.

I crossed my arms and looked at him pointedly. 

"Okay, okay . . . I'll hush," he said with a sigh.

"Thank you," I said, satisfied. "Well," I began again, "there are a couple of reason that I didn't stop her. I still couldn't believe that this was dear, sweet LaDonna doing this private dance in a strip club-"

"-Gentlemen's club-"

"Whatever!"

"And secondly?" he then asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I was getting kinda turned on by it," I confessed and silently waited for his verbal onslaught. There was none.

"And?"

"Oh, you don't have anything to say about that?" I inquired, surprised.

"I thought you were about to tell me something juicy," he responded. "Ya know... something like the two of you getting freaky with each other or something to that effect."

"Wellllll . . . " I said with a sheepish grin.

"Michelle!" he nearly shrieked, pleasure and surprise in his voice. "Did you and Donna get freaky?!"

"Kinda," I replied meekly.

"Details, honey!" he yelled gleefully. "Details!!!"

I then told Gary about how LaDonna had decided to finish my private dance and how she had gotten "touchy-feely" with me. I then told him that she had said that we would continue once she got home.

"That is soooo cute! Gary exclaimed with exhilaration. "My best friend is going to experiment and become a rainbow girl!"

"This is NOT cute," I said, socking him in his arm.

"Ouch, bitch," he said in mock pain as we pulled into my driveway. "And yes it IS cute. Here I am, thinking you need a little dick your life and all of this time you've been craving coochie!"

"You are soooo tacky and unfunny," I informed him as we climbed out of his car. "And just for the record, I have not been craving coochie, as you so brazenly put it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said with a wave of his hand as we trotted to my porch.

Once we got into the house, I whipped up a fresh batch of strawberry daiquiri with a little extra alcohol. After my experience earlier in the evening, I need a little buzz to relax my frazzled nerves. I poured myself a glass and took a sip.

"Ready for one?" I asked my comrade.

"When I get back," he answered, pulling his keys out of his pocket.

"Where are you going?" I whined. "We just got back and I don't wanna drink all by myself!"

"I'll only be gone for a couple of minutes," he told me. "Go ahead and drink a little bit and I'll catch up when I get back."

"You promise?" I asked childishly.

"I promise," he reassured me before walking out of the kitchen to leave.

As I grabbed my drink to go back into the living room, I heard the click of the front door being closed and locked. I then trotted back into my living room and got comfortable. As I sat there and channel surfed, my mind replayed the events of the evening. 

I still couldn't get over the fact that I had nearly been seduced by one of my closest friends. Before our private dance, she had never even crossed my mind in that manner. No woman had! But now . . . And, OH MY GOODNESS . . .! She had me nearly drooling!

She said that we would continue where we left off when she got home! Was she serious?! I was so clueless about what to do if it turned out that she was for real. Was she experienced at this? Had she ever been with other woman? I would never have thought that she could be with a woman. Then again, I never thought that she would be working as a stripper either.

More importantly, WHAT WOULD I DO IF SHE WAS FOR REAL? As curious as I now was, I was less than a novice when it came to something like this. I knew nothing about pleasing a woman... Hell... it seemed like it had been ages since I had even been with a man! 

Where would I even begin?

As I sat, pondering these thoughts, I heard the keys jingle as Gary unlocked the front door. So lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realized that his 'couple of minutes' had turned into nearly thirty.

"Well, you were gone long enough," I chastised him lightly, though I hadn't even missed him.

"I know," he said with an adorable pout, "and unfortunately for you, I can't stay."

"What?!" I fretted. "Why not?" I wanted to know.

"Tommy called me and-"

I interrupted him before he could finish. "You're going to get laid, aren't you?! You're ditching me for a piece of weinee!"

"You're damn right," he said resplendently. "And soon you will be ditchin' me for some cut so hush."

"Ugh!" I exclaimed. "So tacky!"

"But don't get mad," he then said. "I brought you a gift."

"And what might that be?" I asked as he dropped a small bag into my lap.

"Studying materials!"

I could only laugh after I pulled to porno DVDs out of the bag.

"Tacky... just tacky!" I said with a laugh.

"But you adore me," he said with a flourish. "Now review those and let me know what happens. Study hard, Miss Thang!"

"Yes, dear," I said with a chuckle as he kissed me on my cheek.

When I heard him close the front door and lock it with his key, I rose from the sofa and went into the kitchen to refill my glass. Remembering that I was now alone, I grabbed the whole pitcher and journeyed back into the living room. Once again, I started channel surfing, debating on whether or not I wanted to view the 'educational material' that Gary had so thoughtfully purchased on my behalf. Losing a battle with my curiosity, I popped one of the DVDs into my DVD player.

I stared intently at the television screen, watching the titillating events that were taking place between the cornucopia of various model-type characters . . . black, white and exotic... 

I took a huge gulp of my icy beverage as I watched an awesome looking blonde French kissing an exquisite looking exotic brunette. As I fought off the momentary brain-freeze, my eyes remained glued to the screen as "Exotica" moaned and played in "Blondie's" hair as Blondie trailed down to her erect nipples with her tongue. I felt myself getting warm as I watched Blondie begin to gently massage her companion's clean-shaven snatch. I found myself pulling my skirt up to go beneath my panties to do the same for myself.

The wetness that I found at the center of my thighs reminded me of my encounter with LaDonna. Thinking of her only made me wetter. I continued to watch and slowly rub my dampened clitoris as Blondie licked her way down Exotica's flat belly to where her wet kitten waited to be kissed and licked as well. When Blondie made her first confident stroke upon Exotica's clit, I nearly felt it myself. 

I moaned with Exotica as I pretended that I was the one being licked instead of her. My self-pleasuring became more fervent as I watched the two beauties in action. I plunged two fingers deep into the core of my womanhood as I watched the brunette writhe under her lover's manipulation. I pulled my soaked fingers from my wet cavern and continued to rub my throbbing clit with wantonness.

I moaned as I felt that familiar pressure building up at my center. The sight of the two women making love was more stimulating that I had ever thought possible. I continued to ravish my clitoris as the women switched positions and began to kiss again. I slowed my fingers down, not wanting to cum just yet. However, as I watched Exotica hungrily devour Blondie's fine-trimmed cunt, my desire to cum was only escalated. I found myself ready to explode as Blondie's head wildly thrashed left and right as her devotee drank from her femininity. As she cried out in ecstacy, my back arched and I cried out with her as I exploded onto my on fingers.

Physically spent, I could only sit there on my sofa, legs spread, as I continued to watch the beautiful women sexually gratify one another. Before I knew what had happened, I had dozed off and awakened to the sound of keys jingling outside. I knew that it could be no one but Donna, so I did what any other chick in my situation would have done...

I hastily turned the television off and pretended to sleep.

As I laid upon my sofa with my eyes closed, I heard her yawn and walk further into the living room. I tried to keep my breathing slow and steady as I heard her come closer to the sofa.

"Interesting movie selection," I heard her whisper with a soft chuckle.

DAMN! The freaky DVDs . . . 

I mentally braced myself, preparing for her to wake me up and confront me about our earlier interaction. 

She didn't.

I heard her walk away and go into her bedroom. I debated on whether or not to just get up and talk to her. However, I didn't want to look like a moron for pretending to sleep, so I just laid there and continued to fake it.

I heard her come back into the room. I felt the softness of the quilt that she laid over me. Then to my surprise and pleasure, I felt her lips softly graze my forehead. "Night-night, girl," she whispered before returning to her bedroom.

I felt like such a wuss as I laid there on the sofa... a big 'ol horny wuss. I laid there and fell asleep, promising myself that I would face her after we had both gotten some sleep. 

I awakened a few hours later to the ringing of my house phone. I hastily shuffled around until I found it under the coffee table. "Hello?" I said groggily.

"So what happened?" Gary bellowed cheerfully into my ear.

"Absolutely nothing," I informed him.

"And why not?" he demanded.

"Because I punked out," I said honestly. "I wasn't ready to handle it yet."

"Well, what did Donna have to say about it?" he then asked.

"Nothing," I answered. "When she got home, I played asleep."

"Michelle!" he chastised. "I am so disappointed in you!"

"So am I," I admitted. "Hey, I'll call you back in a little while. I'm about to get the shower okay."

"Ok," he said before warning me. "I will finish fussing at you later."

"Thanks," I said before hanging up.

I then stood up and stretched and grabbed my items from the prior evening. After putting my new "studying material" back in its case, I held it and its mate while I returned my pitcher and glass to the kitchen. I then filled a small glass with some orange juice and drank it down in just a couple of swallows. As I made my way to the stairs, I could hear the shower running in Donna's bathroom. A vision of her soaking wet in the shower caught me off guard and I nearly tripped going up the stairway. I could only shake my head at myself and my behavior as I continued up to my bedroom. 

Once I was in my personal bathroom, I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower stall and turned the water onto a hot, hard spray. I tried to block the fact that the first woman that I had ever fantasized about was downstairs doing the exact same thing that I was doing. I felt my clit twitch as moisture began to form between my thighs that had nothing to do with the water cascading from the showerhead. Fighting the urge to play with myself again, I adjusted the temperature of my water, making it much cooler. I then quickly cleansed myself, wrapped myself in a huge drying towel and went into my room to get dressed.

As I inspected the many selections in my closet, my mind kept straying. I could only wonder what Donna was doing downstairs. Was she still in the shower? Was she in her bedroom, moisturizing her beautiful body with scented lotion? Was she downstair thinking about me, like I was thinking about her?

As I felt myself grow wet again, I was amazed at what a change a person could go through after something as simple as a lap dance. This time yesterday, I was completely oblivious to the possibility of having a sexual encounter with a woman. And now here I was, leaning against one of my closet doors, eyes closed, rubbing my swollen clit wildly as I merely wondered what my roommate was doing...

I hadn't even realized that I had even started touching myself until I was cumming upon my slender fingers. "Oh my goodness," I muttered to myself. "I've got to get this out of my system." I made way back into my bathroom and quickly cleaned up my fresh mess. "Ok, Michelle," I scolded myself, "no more fantasizing about your good friend." After all, I couldn't run around with a couple of extra panties and wipes in my purse . . . could I? 

After finally getting myself together, I curled my hair and got dressed in a cute skirt that stopped mid- thigh and a blouse with a ridiculously deep V- cut. I was feeling particularly sexy today... I wonder why . . .?

I took a deep breath and straightened up my spine. I was going to talk to Donna and see what we could do about this situation because this lust that I now had for her was murdering my ability to think coherently.

I slipped into a nice pair of high heeled sandals and strutted out of my room to my staircase, ready to go to battle, because NOW I wanted her dammit and I was going to have her and get this vicarious desire out of my system! 

As I came down my stairs, I hear a horn blow. 

"Chelly Belly!" Donna said in a cheerful voice as she ran toward the door. "I have a few things to take care of, so I will see you later okay. I'm off tonight so maybe we could do some... girl stuff. Later!" 

She winked at me and was out the door.

"WELL HELL!" I said in frustration, putting my hands on my hips. So much for going into battle. "Damn it!" I cursed again. 

Determined to get out of the house and get Donna of my mind, I decided to go to the boutique for a few hours and do a little work. I ran up to my bedroom to grab a few select items. I then ran back downstairs, grabbed my purse and keys and was on my way...

"Good morning, ladies," I greeted my three sales people as I walked through the entrance. They greeted me in return and asked why I had come in on my off day. "I just needed to get out of the house," I informed them.

"You're a better person than I am," said Daphne, a petite fair skinned redhead who was almost at the boutique as much as I was. "I don't mind coming to work, but I refuse to come in to work on my off days 'just because'. Are you insane?"

Elaine and Terry nodded their heads in agreement. "Yeah, she's crazy," Elaine said. Elaine was nearly six feet tall with a model's figure and waist length golden blonde hair. A true stunner, but you would never know it by her 'crazy girl' attitude. Then there's was Terry, black chick . . . Dark skin, hazel eyes...wonderful personality. And before today, I had never noticed that she had a nice ass. (What on Earth was happening to me)

Daphne, Elaine and Terry were my most dependable workers and we all got along pretty good. Daphne was a very personable, funny chick with an off-the-wall sense of humor. Elaine and Terry were even crazier. The combination of the three women seemed to keep the customers happy and coming back. 

I had always noticed, though, that Elaine and Terry were almost always together. In light of my previous night, I now wondered if they were a couple. I knew it was silly. They could just be the best of friends or constantly car pooling, but I knew now that I was always going to wonder when I saw two women close together.

I tried to clear my thoughts as I did minor paperwork and browse catalogs in my office. Before I knew it, three hours had gone by. I looked up when Terry lightly knocked on the office door. "What's up?" I said, laying down a swatch of different fabrics.

"Your friend LaDonna is up front."

WELL BLOODY HELL! 

How did she even know that I was there?!

"She said that she needs your assistance," Terry continued, unaware of the fact that I had almost instantly become wet.

"Ok," I said with mock cool. "Tell her that I'm on my way."

Terry nodded and went back to the front of the store. I reached into my desk and grab a mini sized bottle of the boutique's body spray and tossed a quick spritz under my skirt, hoping that there would be no aroma giving off my sudden state of arousal. Unfortunately, the spray couldn't do anything for my nipples that were suddenly hard and well defined through my flimsy blouse. Well, I would just blame that on the air conditioning.

I rose from my chair and went out onto the floor. "Hey, girl," I said with more cheerfulness than I really felt.

"Hey, hon," she said, giving me a friendly hug. "I need your help to find a cute negligee."

"Oh really?" I said, extremely interested. Was she getting it for me? I found myself hoping so. "What's the occasion?" I pried casually.

"I have a very special client to perform for tonight." she answered.

My little heart crashed to the floor. "I thought you were off tonight," I said, trying to keep up the facade of nonchalance.

"I am," she answered. "This is just a little side thing."

"Oh" was all that I could say. My little fantasy of being with her was instantly torn to shreds. "So no 'girl's night' tonight then huh?"

"Oh, I'm sorry hon," she said, giving me another little hug. "On my next off night, I promise you'll have me all to yourself."

"FOR WHAT?" I wanted to yell, but instead I said, "Ok. Let's find you a nightie."

I then helped her peruse through our selection of lingerie and much to my dismay and pleasure, she tried several on and asked my opinion. By the time that she had decided on this hellatiously sinful blue number, my cooch was soaked and my mouth had gone dry. She grabbed a couple of pairs of thongs and took her selection up to the register. 

"Thank you for helping me, girl," she said to me as I got ready to return to the office.

"No problem," I answered coolly. "That's what home girls are for." I then instructed Daphne to give her a 30 percent discount and went back into the office. By the time that I sat back down in my chair, I was ready to scream from frustration. Now that I had decided not to be a wimp and give it a try, she had 'better' things to do. DAMN IT!

She and her little performance last night really had me screw up. Now I couldn't stop checking out Terry's ass and I was noticing how perky Daphne's breasts were. I was visualizing Terry pulling on Elaine's hair in ecstacy...

I had to get out of there!

"Ok, ladies, I'm out of here," I said in a rush, trying not to make direct eye contact with any of them, fearing that they would be able to read my thoughts through these expressive grey eyes. "Have a good night," I said as I made a somewhat hasty exit. I barely heard their goodbyes as my feet hit the concrete as I rushed to my Chevy Trail Blazer.




The Lap Dance Ch. 02



Copyright (c) 2008 Woody.

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We both watched Jenna sway her ass in the skimpy white g-string, so sexy as a contrast to her tanned skin, as she strolled out of the private dance section. Still fondling and kissing each other, Terri and I straightened ourselves up a bit. My cock was still semi-hard after the intense orgasm in Terri's very wet pussy while we enjoyed the experience of the lap dance. It was glistening and dripping the last drop of semen as I stood up to put it back in my shorts, but Terri stopped my hand. 

"You know I can't let that go to waste," she said in her low, sultry voice. 

With that, she bent to her knees and opened her mouth, leaning toward me. Her full lips covered the head of my cock, as she sucked gently, her hands caressing my sack. Her tongue slid underneath my shaft, licking both her own as well as my slippery juices from it, swallowing and moaning as she did. Her tongue lapped at my shaved balls, covering every part of my cock with her lips and tongue. Within seconds, I was rock hard again. 

She stood up, leaving my wet, but clean, hardness standing out from me like a rocket on the launch pad. 

"Mmm, baby, not yet. We need to get more comfortable," she moaned. 

With a whimper, I pushed my erection inside my shorts and zipped back up. Standing together, I gazed into Terri's blue eyes, both of us smiling. Her makeup was still perfect, there was no way to know that she had just had an incredible orgasm while riding my hard cock and fondling the stripper's naked, firm breasts. After one last lingering kiss between us, and we walked back out into the main part of the club. The crowd was starting to get a little busier, now, with a dancer on each of the main stages now. Most of the patrons were grungy looking men, of course, and they all stared at Terri as she swayed her hips, walking back to our table. I could feel the stares of jealousy from the guys, and I just ate it up. 

As we sat down, she put her hand back on my leg, and I pulled our chairs close together, my arm around her waist. She put her head on my shoulder, her long reddish-blonde hair tumbling down on my chest, and we watched the dancers again. A dyed platinum blonde was on one stage, and a curly-haired redhead on the other. We both watched the redhead, commenting on her light-skinned body and emerald green eyes. Her hair was down to her breasts, tight curls cascading on either side of them. She had full red lips, just a faint tuff of close-trimmed light colored pubic hair, and her medium sized upturned breasts had nice pink nipples. Terri knows I have a weakness for redheads, and she licked her lips again, looking up at me. 

"Hmm, maybe we should get a lap dance from that one too," she smiled. 

We had another beer, relaxing and commenting on the dancers. Some were beautiful, others just so-so. Then, Terri noticed our private dancer, Jenna, standing next to the bouncer just inside the door. She was staring at us, a slight smile on her face. Terri nodded in her direction, smiling broadly in return. Terri pulled out the slip of paper with Jenna's phone number the dancer had given her after our private session. Showing it to me, she then held it up for Jenna to see. Terri moved her hand up the back of my neck, her fingers running through my hair, then kissed me hard. When Terri looked back at Jenna, she was smiling even wider. 

"I want you now," Terri whispered in my ear, but her eyes were on Jenna. 

Immediately my cock stirred to attention again. 

"Then it's time to go," I said, standing and helping Terri to her feet. We were both a little wobbly from the alcohol. "Whew, I'm glad we got the room at the hotel down the street, probably shouldn't be driving." 

As we made our way toward the door, Jenna began walking toward us. 

"Leaving so soon?" she said to Terri, a stage frown on her face. Then she smiled, "I wanted to thank you for letting me dance for you." 

My mind went immediately back to the dance and remembering Terri touching Jenna's breasts as she climaxed all over my hardness.

"Oh, trust me Jenna, it was OUR pleasure," Terri giggled. Terri then quickly handed a plastic card to Jenna, who took it, looked at it briefly, and then smiled broadly. "We're going to relax in the hot tub." 

"Awesome, have fun. I only have another hour to my shift. I hope to see you soon!" 

"I hope so," Terri said. Coming out of my fog now, I put my arm around her, and we walked away. I noticed Terri had a little more hip sway to her walk than usual, so I gave her sexy round ass a smack as the bouncer opened the door for us. 

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As we entered the hotel room, I quickly went to the heart-shaped Jacuzzi and started filling it with warm water. Then I went over to the overnight bag and started rummaging through it, looking for those special items I brought with us. I sat back on the overstuffed chair in the corner, which faced the hot tub, and turned to watch Terri standing by the tub in her flowered sundress. She was smiling at me, her hands on her hips, moving them up and down the fabric of the dress, her blue eyes gazing into mine. I crossed my arms and watched as she began to dance slowly, swaying her body back and forth, her hands now roaming over her stomach, breasts, and then back down her sides. The dress bunched up around her waist as she danced, showing even more of her gorgeous legs.

I finally found the mini-DV video camera in the bag and pulled it out. I also took the 8 inch dildo and waterproof vibrator out of the bag and put them on the night stand. I then turned on the camera as I sat in the chair, and focused it on Terri, watching her through the LCD screen. I zoomed into her face, her reddish-blonde hair cascading over her left eye, seeing a naughty smile cross her lips 

With a quick motion, she lifted the dress over her head, tossing it to the side. She quickly unsnapped her bra, and her ample breasts were released. Without panties, she was now totally naked in front of me. Her body was amazing, small pink nipples stiff, flat stomach, curvy hips, and totally bare pussy. She licked her red lips and continued to sway, all the while caressing her breasts, pushing them together and rubbing her hard pink nipples while I enjoyed the sight. Of course, my cock was again rock hard, my desire for her so great that it was all I could do to not jump to my feet and attack her. I let my eyes and the camera roam over her body. 

Setting the camera aside for the moment, I lifted my own shirt over my head, and quickly peeled out of my shorts. I picked the camera back up, focusing on her body. I began to stroke my cock while I sat in the chair, watching her caress her own curves. She put her hands on either side of her breasts, squeezing them together and leaning toward me. I started stroking my dick faster, trying to keep the camera focused with the other hand, cock growing stiffer. She really knew how to excite me. 

As I continued the videotaping, she stepped into the warm water, again turning to face me. Her hands continued to roam over her body. She took one hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger of one hand, and moved her other hand down over her belly, fingers pointed down as her palm now covered her mound. Slowly, she curled her fingers toward her, caressing her pussy lips. One finger slid up and down her moist slit, sometimes stopping to run little circles around her clit. I could see how wet she was, the light reflecting off of her soaked pussy lips and fingers as I zoomed in for a close up. As I raised the camera to see her face, I saw she was staring at me stroking my hard cock. She rubbed her pussy with even more intensity. 

"Stroke that hard cock for me, baby," she moaned. 

That's all I could stand. I stood up, my cock still in my one hand, and moved to quickly setup the tripod, and attached the camera, pointing it at the hot tub. I moved toward Terri, stepping into the warm water with her. I put my arms around her waist, pressing my hardness into her belly as I pulled her to me, and we kissed. My tongue pushed into her open mouth, both of our tongues mingling together. 

I broke the kiss, and then continued to kiss her cheek, letting my tongue dance around her ear just a bit. I could hear her breathing hard. 

"I want to taste you," I whispered. 

"Ohhh yes," she moaned. 

I pushed Terri back to a sitting position on the edge of the tub, her legs in the warm water. I knelt down in the water, pushing my body against hers, my chest to her hard nipples. I kissed her neck all around, pushing her hair back off of her shoulders as I kissed. Slowly, I worked my lips down to her breasts, kissing between the globes and caressing them with my hands. I worked my mouth underneath of her tits, tongue leaving wet trails across them. Then, I quickly covered one breast with my mouth, letting my tongue circle around her hard nipple. I took it between my teeth and bit gently, hearing her moan from the pressure. I was squeezing and pinching her other nipple at the same time. Then I switched, and sucked her other breast hard, covering it with my mouth and saliva, biting and nibbling it as well.

I trailed my kisses back down underneath her breasts, then down across her belly button, stopping to lick inside it with my tongue. She opened her legs wider, anticipating my need to go lower. I kissed down, licking her bare pubic mound. Because she waxed, there was no stubble, just smooth skin. Her sweet pussy felt so good under my tongue and lips. My tongue trailed down even lower, landing inside her left thigh, then crossing over the top to lick inside her right. My hands caressed her thighs and pushed her legs apart wider as I licked my way back up to her wetness.

"Ohhh, fuck baby. I want you now!" she moaned loudly. 

"Patience, darling," I said, muffled by her puffy pussy lips. 

With that, I let my tongue trail down around her clit, circling it gently. I then pushed it between her wet lips into her pussy as far as I could. Sometimes I wish I had a longer tongue, but she moaned in appreciation. Terri definitely has the sweetest tasting pussy I have ever had, and I enjoy every lick. I pushed my middle finger inside her at the same time, my tongue lapping up her sweetness, pressing into her hard little clit. 

I began to fuck her with my finger, my lips now wrapped around her nub. She was so wet I easily pushed a second finger inside as well. She was moaning loudly now as I sucked her clit even harder. Her hips were pressing into my face, and her thighs tightened around my head. Her hands grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to her pussy, and I pressed the thick part of my tongue into her clit greedily. 

We both heard a card key in the lock, and turned to look at the door. The door opened and there stood Jenna, our dancer, dressed in a very tight, low cut, black mini dress and black fishnet stockings. She looked incredibly hot, her legs in a wide stance, standing in her 4 inch heels. 

"Oh my god, I should have knocked," she said, but she was smiling. 

I started to stand up, but she motioned to me. "Don't stop on my account. I can just make myself at home." 

Jenna closed the door and walked over to the bed, tossing her purse into the chair. She noticed the dildo, a flesh-colored realistic looking cock, on the bedstand. "Ohh, I like this one," she said, as she picked it up and fondled its length. She looked over at the tripod and camera. "I have one just like this. Can I be the cinematographer?" 

Terri was still sitting on the edge of the Jacuzzi, her legs wide open. We were both watching Jenna move around the room, our eyes on her curves, her skin barely hidden by her dress. Jenna took the camera off the tripod, and moved toward us, standing at the edge of the hot tub. 

"I liked what you were doing, Woody," Jenna said. "Keep doing it. You have no idea how sexy it looks from here. Lick that wet pussy now." 

I didn't need further encouragement, so holding Terri's hips in my hands, I went right back to licking her sweet pussy. I glanced up at Terri's face from between her legs, and saw her eyes were focused beyond me, on Jenna. Terri's hips again pushed her pussy up toward me, and I could feel her breathing getting heavier. I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me into her wetness. I assumed it was Terri's, but when I looked up, I saw Terri had both hands on her breasts, caressing them and pinching her own nipples. 

Jenna pushed me into Terri again. "Suck her clit. She wants you to fuck her with your tongue and suck her clit, Woody." 

I took Terri's pussy lips between my teeth, and pulled on them lightly. I continued to circle my tongue around her clit, putting more pressure on it slowly. I could feel her clit enlarge and stiffen under the pressure. Terri was moaning louder now. 

"Oh, Woody, fuck me now!" she screamed. She pushed my head away from her pussy and pulled me up to her with amazing strength. We kissed hard, and then I pulled her into the water, turning her around on her knees to face Jenna. I moved behind her, the shaft of my hard cock on her ass, then moving the head against her wet pussy lips. 

Jenna was still running the camera, now bending down to be right at Terri's face. She stood up and moved to the side of the tub, zooming in to see where my cock was about to enter Terri's waiting pussy. I glanced over in her direction as she licked her lips, her gaze focused on Terri's sexy ass and my cock about to push into her pussy. I saw her other hand held the big realistic dildo. I moved the head of my dick back and forth a bit, but didn't want to wait any longer. I pushed inside of her, feeling her wetness envelop my hardness once again. I gave Terri's ass a good slap as I pushed inside deep, before pulling half way out again. 

Now glancing up at Jenna, I noticed she had put the camera down. She was standing about a foot away from Terri, and had pulled her own short skirt up to her waist in front. She wore no panties, and her fingers were working in her pussy as she watched us together. She stopped momentarily, and then quickly peeled it down her body, and stepped out of the mini dress. She had only the thigh-high fishnets on; otherwise she was now totally naked. Her body was so sexy, tight abs, tanned breasts, and a bare pussy she was rubbing. Her tanned body was in contrast to Terri's paler skin, she was about the same height with slightly larger breasts. Her other hand held the flesh-colored dildo, which she was running over her nipples, which were larger and darker than Terri's.

Jenna dropped to her knees, moving toward Terri, who was now pushing back into my cock. Their faces were only inches apart, and Jenna began to kiss her. Terri's mouth opened and their tongues began to mingle, both of them moaning. I began to pump my hardness into Terri faster, pushing her closer to Jenna with each thrust. Their kisses grew longer and deeper with each thrust. My cock was so slippery now, her pussy coating it with extra juices. I could tell she was so turned on that she was close to orgasm.

I spanked Terri's ass again, seeing the redness on her ass as she started to heat up. I then pushed hard into her. Jenna knelt in front of her, raising herself higher, her breasts now at Terri's face. Jenna held one of her tits to Terri's lips, and Terri eagerly sucked and licked at her hard nipples. Now, both the women were moaning, but Terri was beginning to thrash hard with my cock inside her. She stiffened, then screamed, muffled by Jenna's big breast still in her mouth. She continued to push back into me, and I continued to pump my cock in and out while Terri sucked on Jenna's tits. 

I didn't want to cum inside her just yet, so I pulled myself out. Terri was exhausted, and collapsed back into the warm Jacuzzi, sitting back in the water. I stood up and took Jenna by the hand as she kicked off her heels and climbed over the edge of the tub to sit beside Terri. Jenna put the dildo on the edge of the tub. Terri smiled at her, and Jenna gave her a kiss as she positioned herself next to Terri, reaching across in front of her to push the button to turn on the jets. As she did, her breasts brushed across Terri's, and Jenna paused on her way back to enjoy the feeling of them touching together. 

Terri turned to Jenna as she sat back down and pressed her lips to hers. Terri's hand began to rub Jenna's hard nipples as well. I was still rock hard, standing at their feet, the water up to my calves in the hot tub. I began to stroke myself again, the sight of Terri playing with the Jenna's beautiful tits turning me on to the point where precum oozed from the tip of my dick. 

The girls were playing with each other's tits now, and watching me stroke. Terri had Jenna's hard left nipple between her fingers, and Jenna was squeezing Terri's left breast, her soft hands covering Terri's nipple. I know how much Terri loves her breasts rubbed, so I knew this was turning her on even more.

"Mmm Woody, you should bring that over here," Terri winked at me. 

I walked toward her, the jets swirling the waters all around us, as Terri leaned toward me. She took my cock in one hand and started to lick all around the head. She stroked it at the same time, licking the underside of the shaft with her warm tongue. Jenna continued to play with Terri's tits as she watched Terri give me head. Terri turned to Jenna. 

"Would you like to help me with this?" she winked. 

"Mmm, thank you for sharing." 

Jenna leaned in closer, closing her hand around Terri's hand , which was around my cock. She watched closely as Terri pulled my hardness back inside her mouth, her tongue licking the underside of my cock as she sucked the head in. As she pulled it back out, Jenna's tongue came out and licked the head of my cock as well. Jenna ran her lips down the one side of my cock while Terri did the same on the other side, as they stared into each other's eyes. The feeling of pressure on my cock between them was amazing, and my dick grew even harder in their lips. They continued to lick and suck it between them, sliding it back and forth across their lips and tongues, stopping when they slid up to the head to kiss and lick each other's tongues as well.

Jenna's hand came off of my shaft and began to caress Terri's breasts again, squeezing and pinching her nipples, wet from the frothy water of the tub. They both sucked and licked me as my precum flowed even faster. Terri was moaning, licking and sucking the head of my cock and enjoying Jenna's probing hands. I watched as Jenna's hand lowered slowly down Terri's chest and stomach, disappearing under the water between Terri's open legs. Terri caught her breath quickly, her mouth open, as Jenna's expert fingers worked between her legs. Jenna leaned over to Terri, kissing her mouth as her tongue circled around her lips. I could tell her fingers were inside of Terri, as her hand began to move back and forth under the water quickly. 

My cock was inches from their faces, but they were concentrating on each other now. Jenna's mouth worked down Terri's neck, and covered her breast. I pulled back slightly, taking my hard cock in my own hand, giving it quick strokes. I was so ready. 

"Baby, I'm going to cum now!" I moaned loudly. 

With my hand working my shaft back and forth quickly, my cock began to release a load onto Terri's pretty face, a spurt of cum landing on her cheek, mouth, and then another one on her chest between her tits. One last release dripped over her hard nipple. Jenna eagerly licked it off it, quickly sucking Terri's entire breast into her mouth. Jenna's hand continued to work under the water, Terri's head leaning back against the edge of the tub, enjoying the sensations that covered her body. 

I sat back on the edge of the tub at the feet of the two sexy women. Jenna rolled to her knees, her body on top of Terri, kissing and licking her breasts with increasing fervor. Jenna's wet ass was directly in front of me, swaying back and forth. I gave it a swat, thinking that if I could have only kept my hard-on going that I would have loved to take her from behind. I was exhausted, though, but enjoying the show. 




The Lap Dance Ch. 02



"Sit up on the edge, sexy," Jenna said to Terri. 

Terri obliged. She lifted her body to the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, her legs open in the water while Jenna knelt in front of her. Terri's sexy body was dripping wet, her breasts glistening in the light. I could see her bare pussy lips were swollen from desire. Jenna again trailed kisses down her body, stopping to suckle each breast, her teeth pulling on Terri's hard nipples. She kissed lower on her body, and Terri's hands grabbed either side of Jenna's blonde head, pulling her down to her waiting pussy. 

Jenna began circling Terri's clit with her long tongue. Jenna's other hand reached over and took the big dildo from the edge of the tub, moving it inside Terri's thighs, back and forth. She put the head of the cock low on Terri's pussy as she licked and sucked her clit and pussy lips. Slowly, she began to push it into Terri's slippery wetness, pushing it deep inside while she sucked on her clit. She then pulled it back, pushing it back inside her quickly. Terri leaned back, moaning loudly as Jenna's expert lips worked over her erect clit, while simultaneously working the dildo in and out faster and faster. 

By now, my cock was rising again, even though it was a little sore from the day's events. I picked up the video camera from where Jenna had dropped it, and hit the record button. I walked around outside the tub, zooming into Terri's face as she enjoyed the attention from the sexy blonde dancer. Jenna continued to fuck her hard with the big dildo, and I could see from Terri's face she was ready to cum again. With her head back, her mouth opened as her hips pushed hard into Jenna's face and the dildo. Jenna sucked her clit hard, knowing it was about to explode in her mouth. Terri's body shook in convulsions as the orgasm ravaged her body. Jenna drank her sweet juices and eased the dildo out of her pussy, sitting back down next to her in the tub. Terri slowly sank back into the tub again, a look of sheer bliss on her face, smiling broadly at both me, then at Jenna. 

"I could get used to this," she moaned, leaning over to kiss Jenna. 

So could I, I thought. 

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The Lap Dance Ch. 02



Pt. II

Sleep did not come quickly as those early morning hours passed. As Stephanie recounted the previous night and her spectacular encounter, she pondered the meaning of it all. What did finding another woman attractive signal?

She dared not utter the L word, even under her breath. That damn strip club. Why ever visit an establishment like that in the first place? Her thoughts drifted from beautiful Laetitia to the confounding nature of it all. Stephanie could not abscond that dancer's intoxicating smile, those luscious looking breasts or the apple-tini flavor she detected by smooching one of them.

The weight of the perplexing internal discussion almost smashed another startling reality. As she re-imagined the booty shaking performance, her fingers inched closer to her moist cotton panties. Since breaking up with her last boyfriend, Todd, she had decided to make dressing for bed as simple as possible. A plain white T-Shirt capped her current ensemble. Yet, she felt sexier than usual.

Maybe it was intuition. Maybe it was her still fluttering heart. Maybe she was too reflective to make sound decisions. Stephanie slipped her right index finger beneath her panties and navigated the short hairline to her clit. She moaned when she began fingering herself. Self-pleasure had become a viable option since the last relationship explosion, but for whatever reason, she had stowed it until now.

That unforgettable exchange tauntingly danced in her head.

What's your name beautiful? Thank you Stephanie.

Thank you Stephanie? She nearly came while replaying that titillating phrase. Reservation and caution, however, blocked the pending orgasm. She almost exhausted herself trying to prevent the self-imposed climax. This action, of course, prompted a new set of questions.

Why was she trying so hard to avert something her body seemed to want so bad? How could a person feel so sexy yet so restrained? Her fingers darted from the vicinity of her clit and came to rest upon her arched stomach.

She grudgingly forced her eyes to shut and let out one last sigh. After hours of contemplation and restlessness, sleep finally enveloped Stephanie.

Her unplugged alarm clock did not sound, but several birds, engaged in the irritating chirp-as-loudly-as-possible mode, delivered perhaps a ruder awakening. She could see light permeating the closed curtains. She let out a massive yawn, and then slipped out of bed to ascertain the time.

Stephanie stumbled down the hallway to the kitchen. She read the microwave clock first. 11:25. Yikes, she thought. Is that right? The overhead clock confirmed as much.

At first, the daily breakfast routine trumped all else. She opened the refrigerator door to grab her morning dose of orange juice. She threw a piece of wheat bread in the toaster oven, not caring if it was stale. When the timer dinged, she raided the fridge again for butter and apricot jam.

No, it wasn't much of a breakfast, but it sufficed most days. Toast was easy, a simple compliment to a confusing, sometimes hectic life. It would not make her query more facile than confounding.

She could not rub her eyes enough. The haze the previous night created refused to leave. She checked her calendar to make sure she was not neglecting an important weekend activity. A few colleagues at the office indeed planned a volleyball excursion that morning. Forget volleyball, she thought. Who cares about fucking volleyball?

It took almost a half hour for the strip club experience to re-enter her consciousness. Overcoming grogginess and a mild but annoying headache proved a temporary elixir for what really ailed her.

At some point, the flood of questions would return, as would the strange mix of guilt, curiosity, arousal and uncertainty. Of paramount importance: returning to the club to fetch her driver's license. She did not go anywhere far without it. An outstanding parking ticket made doing so a dangerous proposition.

What irked Stephanie more than anything was the knowledge that she left it there on purpose. She wanted to return, but why?

Ah yes, Laetitia. The image of that killer body and her breathtaking voice would not go away.

Stephanie had kissed girls before and even once used tongue. She admitted to having a harmless crush on Katy Perry. That stuff happened in college, though, when boys and bets often overrode common sense.

This attraction was much different. Even the most heterosexual male can admit that a mega movie star of the same gender is attractive. She didn't think Laetitia was attractive. That woman was beautiful beyond description.

A playful, drunken kiss at a frat party was one thing. A sensual smooch relished while still sober was another. The only recourse, she decided, was to hop in the car and face the pole-dancing music. She visited the establishment's tacky but effective Web site to scope the hours. It opened in the next hour. Waiting until mid afternoon, though, seemed like a capital idea.

It frightened Stephanie how familiar she was with the route after traversing it just once. Seven turns and 20 minutes later, she arrived at the scene of whatever it was that happened. A crime? A lustful encounter? A figment of her damned imagination?

Just as she pulled the keys from the ignition and prepared to exit her vehicle, she froze. A new wave of thoughts consumed her. What if Laetitia did not live up to the billing? What if she spent that entire night tossing and turning over a fellow female who was not, after all, that spectacular? What if Laetitia did, in fact, look just the way she remembered? Worse, what if she wasn't there?

Stephanie entered through those imposing double doors and again locked eyes with the calculated bitch standing behind the counter. This time, the woman seemed to have one eye on the register and the other on Stephanie.

"Can I help you?" Even the senile greeter at the nearest Wal-Mart sounded more sincere.

"Sure. I left my driver—"

The woman interrupted. "I remember now. Give me a moment."

The woman returned a minute later with Stephanie's ID. She almost wanted to know this employee's name just to stop calling her "the woman."

"Here you go."

"Uh, thanks."

Stephanie stood there blankly for a moment.

"Anything else?"

She muzzled herself so as not to blurt out the prevailing thought. Sure, m'am, I want to see if this one dancer is working today so I can decide whether I really want to fuck her brains out or was just really drunk when we touched each other in front of howling men last night.

"What's the cover?" Her watch said 4 p.m.

"It's $10 until 7 p.m."

Nice. A price break for titillation during daylight hours.

Since she did not have better plans that evening, she reached for her wallet, grabbed the cash and handed it to the woman. No guts, no glory, she thought. Every other cliché seemed to pop into her crowded head at that moment.

She trudged to the fancy door, propped it open and sighed before walking into a cash-grabbing abyss. She felt a quiet sense of relief when it became apparent all stages were empty. Please, no more Lola. 

Crude but catchy hip-hop hits blared on the sound system. This early, even on a weekend, the club was a ghost town. Two men sat in a back corner and clinked glasses of whiskey. Another positioned himself in front of the stage, to ready himself for the next show.

She spotted no more than nine patrons and wondered how long the establishment would remain this dead. The bartender called over in a tone that bordered on agitated.

"You want something?"

She walked in that direction and plopped $7 on the counter.

"Sure, vodka tonic."

Just as he began to pour the drink, lights began to flash. A voice boomed over the loud speaker. "Please welcome to the stage, Skylar!"

Crap. Luis again. What a loser.

It took her a few moments to realize she was also insulting herself, since he had volunteered to fork up $10 to come back for a second look at a stripper she knew nothing about, aside from an approximate breast size, memorable facial features and a name that sounded hokier than the hokey pokey.

Skylar was new to Stephanie but all so familiar. She had a belly button ring, a nose ring and later revealed rings on both nipples. Did she poke a hole in her clit, too, and put a ring there?

Nothing about Skylar's routine felt erotic to Stephanie. The poor girl looked like trailer trash with make up on and amateur dancing skills.

Christ. I could out-dance her. Should I go up there and take a few turns on the pole? Wait, no. What was I thinking coming here anyway?

She sat at the same table for an hour. Customers, mostly salivating men, began to trickle in with frequency. Skylar bumping and grinding to Garth Brooks and some hard rock song gave way to another overdose of Randi and Lakeisha.

This at least gave Stephanie hope that Laetitia might be working again. She had not seen any sign of that breathtaking figure yet. She knew she could not miss such a sight. In one stretch filled with sighs and blank stares, she ordered shots of gray goose and then vodka, trying to replicate the taste from that exquisite, if ever brief, kiss.

She pursed her lips around the rim of both shot glasses and used her tongue to soak up the alcohol. The sensation was not the same. Not close.

None of the employees answered the burning question, either. "Is Laetitia working tonight? Do you know?"

"I don't. Sorry."

Many times, the respondent, especially if it was another dancer, was not polite enough to add the "sorry" part.

Stephanie wasted five hours at The Palace and burned through $30 in adult beverages. She even partook in an overpriced plate of nachos.

Yuck. Gross. Thank goodness for gum. At least I didn't get anything on my clothes. Still no sign of Laetitia. Damnit.

She gave up on her ridiculous conquest after 9 p.m. and headed for the exit, surrendering in defeat. She shot past the woman at the entrance and didn't give anyone a passing glance. She fought back tears, rage and the weight of confusion.

Why ever throw away a Saturday on this? What was the point?

She raced toward her car but fumbled the keys just before opening the driver's side door. They fell to the pavement below. Before she could bend over to pick them up, she heard a jingle followed by an entrancing voice.

"Drop these?"

She almost hyperventilated then.

Oh my God. It's Laetitia. What do I do?

Stephanie stood there for a few seconds to formulate a response. She managed a sheepish one.

"Y-yyy-yes, I did," she stammered. "Thank you."

She couldn't even look at anything other than the ground. She hoped the way her words faded out with that "thank you" would mask her sudden state of shock and arousal.

What would this person do if she knew I almost masturbated to images of her early this morning? What do I do?

In a battle of fight or flight, she scrammed. At least she tried to haul off back to the house.

Before she could shut the door, she heard a distinctive, commanding word.


"Wait, Stephanie."

Oh my double God. She fucking remembers my name, too.

Stephanie knew her response was stupid the moment it left her lips.

"What? Can I help you?"

Laetitia was almost incredulous.

"That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"Sorry. Um, uh, yeah. I have to get home now. Thanks for picking up my—"

She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence or shut her car door.

"I can't believe you remember my name. Lucky guess, or do you work for the F.B.I or something?"

This made Laetitia giggle. Laughter proved to be a capital elixir for that awkward tension beginning to crescendo.

"No, silly, I don't work for F.B.I or anything like that. I saw you dropped your keys and walked over to help you."

Stephanie knew the last part was a lie. This latest act of hypocrisy further aroused her.

Does this mean she likes me, too? Should I just toss her in the back seat, so we can fuck each other right now? Wow, I am just full of bad ideas this weekend.

"Look," Laetitia said, "we should talk. Can we go somewhere less public. Can I buy you a coffee or late meal or a snack or something else?"

That seemed like the best suggestion of the last 24 hours.

"Coffee sounds great. I know a place just down the road."

"Great, I'll follow you."

It didn't even occur to Stephanie to offer the beautiful woman a ride.

Yes, she was still every bit as breathtaking as the night before. Her long, silky locks accented her astonishing face. She was stunning, even in jeans and a solid blue tank top. She was a perfect female specimen.

Stephanie had underdressed on purpose, picking a blasé ensemble that did not do her own body justice, to avoid any hollering from men. Now she was wishing she had picked something more inspired than black pants and a green sweater.

Who the hell wears a sweater to a sweltering strip club? Good going, Stephanie.

She finally hopped in her stylish blue Honda Civic and took careful notes on Laetitia's adjacent ride, a chic European ride of some sort.

She even parked next to me. Weird. But awesome.

Stephanie led Laetitia to a local haunt four miles away with a seldom-used back room that served a mean caramel latte and a delicious fruit smoothie.

The space and relative quiet would come in handy for a telling conversation.

Stephanie, though, insisted on paying for everything. Instead of coffee, they both ordered banana-blueberry smoothies and filled up plastic cups with chilled water.

Laetitia giggled again as each woman fetched her drink. "You took me to a coffee house, and neither of us ordered coffee. How sweet."

How sweet? Please, lord, don't let me faint.

They eased onto the couch in the back room and set their drinks on the table. They sat a few feet apart.

Stephanie broke the minute-long silence.

"So... is your name really Laetitia?"

It was the first time she had said it out loud. That alone almost prompted an orgasm.

"Yep. Laetitia Barteau. I can show you my driver's license."

She fidgeted, reached into her left jean pocket and produced a black wallet."

"See?" she said with a smile.

"Wow, I just... I just..."

"I know, Stephanie. You think all strippers use fake stage names. Most of them do. I don't."

"Why would you use your real name in a dingy place like that?"

"I'm too honest to know better. I never thought I would be taking off my clothes in front of men at this stage in my life."

"Laetitia is such a gorgeous name. Is it European?"

"French. My grandparents emigrated from Paris. My parents grew up there before they were moved to the states."

"Where are you from, Stephanie?"

"Brazil. Sao Paolo. My last name is Bettencourt."

"Stephanie Bettencourt? What a pretty name."

"Thanks."

Neither spoke with detectable foreign accents, except when each pronounced words or names in her native tongue.

"Wow, so you speak Portuguese, I presume?"

"Yeah. And you, French?"

"You bet."

The two swapped basic information for almost 15 minutes before cutting to the chase. This was, after all, a mutual pursuit. The ice melted in the smoothies and the water in the two cups went from cold to room temperature. It didn't dawn on either to take a sip.

Just as Stephanie began to talk about her parents, Laetitia interrupted.

"Girl, I want to hear all about your family, but let's not stall anymore, OK?"

"W-what?" Stephanie managed.

"It's cute that you stammer."

It became apparent just then how silent the room was, how everything, including time, seemed to stand still.

"I know you left your license back at the club on purpose, so you could find me again. I know you returned today hoping to see me."

A tear eased itself down Stephanie's right cheek. "How did you know? I'm, I'm sorry. Please don't hate me."

"Hate you? Stephanie, I'm the one who waited around for you and parked next to you and stalked you to the point of maybe scaring you."

"Good point." They both laughed.

"I just, I just don't know what to say to you, Laetitia." 


The words began to pour out of Stephanie, as if the couch were a confessional booth. She wasn't Catholic. It didn't matter.

"I came up with this stupid idea of going to a strip club last night. I felt alone on a Friday and didn't know what else to do. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about. I didn't get it. I didn't understand why men would go to a place like that and spend so much money?

I had been thinking about going for a while. I somehow found the courage to do it this weekend. I guess The Palace sounded like a more upscale establishment. I was curious, you know what I mean?"

"I know what you mean, Stephanie, and let me guess, it was total crap, right?" A grin morphed into a full-fledged smile.

"No kidding," Stephanie responded. "The drinks were sorry, that guy Luis, no offense, is a total loser, and those guys howling all night, oh, it was awful."

"Let me guess, you didn't care for Lola, either?" Laetitia asked.

"No. Not at all." More laughter ensued. Then silence returned.

"But," and Stephanie proceeded cautiously, "then I saw you."

She began to breathe heavily. With each sentence, they seemed to inch closer together. They had moved from seven-feet apart to just enough space to wedge a dictionary between them, a small one.

"Look, Laetitia, I'm not a lesbian. At least I don't think I am. I had a boyfriend a few months ago. We broke up, and it was difficult. When I walked into that club last night, I didn't know what to expect. I wasn't attracted to any of the other women, even the blonde southern girl with the huge knockers. You came up on stage, and I felt something I never had before. I've never looked at a woman or thought about a woman the way I started thinking about you."

Stephanie blushed as she divulged all of this.

"Laetitia, you are the most beautiful human being I have ever encountered. I couldn't sleep last night because of you."

"Whoa," Laetitia interrupted. "Slow down. Take a sip of water."

Both halted long enough to finally quench their mounting thirsts.

"Don't be nervous, Stephanie. I don't think I'm a lesbian either, at least not a full-time one. Most of the men in my life have been such assholes. I have worked at The Palace for six months. That place sucks the life out of me. It's crawling with creeps and jerks, and most of them are probably cheating on their wives or girlfriends. It's pathetic. I'm embarrassed to work there sometimes. OK, most of the time."

Laetitia paused.

"In all my time there, I have never been aroused once. I see the occasional cute guy or a girl with nice boobs. No one there gets me excited. Then I saw you staring at me, and—"

"Oh my God, Laetitia, was I that obvious?"

"Yes, duh!"

"How embarrassing."

The women cackled then slapped one another gently on the arms.

"I noticed you sitting there before I took the stage. You looked so disgusted, like you were being tortured, and yet, you looked so beautiful. I didn't know why you were there, but I figured you were just experimenting or something. People like you, Stephanie, don't belong in strip clubs. When you started to leave, I was crushed, because you were the first interesting thing to walk through that door. I didn't want to lose that so quickly."

"I couldn't leave, Laetitia, once I saw you. I mean, I've had crushes on other women before, like Katy Perry and Angelina Jolie when she was younger. This wasn't a crush. I even ordered gray goose and vodka today because I thought I remembered tasting that on your breath last night."

The admissions were flowing now like the steady rain that had commenced five minutes earlier. It turned into a downpour.

"I can't believe I left my driver's license there on purpose."




The Lap Dance Ch. 02



"You didn't."

"Huh?"

"I told Tony, the bartender, to ask for it again and keep it. I didn't know if you were into me, and I wanted to see you again, so I had him confiscate it. I hope you're not mad, Stephanie."

"A little, but I think I would've wanted you to keep it, so we could meet like this."

"One question, girl," Stephanie asked. "What's with that lady at the door?"

"Oh, Brooke? Yeah, she's kind of a bitch. She doesn't enjoy working there, either."

They laughed again.

Stephanie tried to blurt out another sentence, something that might make sense. Laetitia extended her right index finger and pressed it against the other woman's lips.

"Shhhh..." They froze for what felt like a blissful eternity. They examined facial features, each other's eyes and began playing with each other's hair.

"Stephanie," Laetitia said with a sultry whisper, "you are so beautiful."

Their faces drew closer, their lips began to converge like magnets and the sweet-smelling mix of banana-blueberry smoothie, alcohol and mint shot up Stephanie's nose.

Wow. Oh my God. We're going to kiss now. For real. Here. In my favorite coffee house. I'm going to kiss this exquisite woman.

The sudden piercing protrusion of a loud male voice caused Stephanie to pull back.

"Attention all customers, we close in five minutes."

Stephanie cleared her throat, stood up and shook off the daze.

"So sorry, maybe we can..."

"Meet up at my place?" Laetitia interjected. "For dinner? Next Saturday?"

She didn't even let Stephanie respond.

"It's settled. Here's my phone number. You call me. Here's my address. I promise my apartment is nicer than a strip club."

"Oh, uh OK," Stephanie stuttered again.

"I love it when you stammer. It's sexy."

Just before Laetitia rushed out the door, she smiled and gave Stephanie a playful but sincere peck on the cheek.

Wait. First, it was cute that I can't speak correctly in her presence. Now, it's sexy? Is this a dream?

A new set of questions began to flood her already occupied mind. What just happened? Did she just agree to go to another woman's place of residence to have dinner and probably sex?

Hell yes she did.



The Lap Dance Ch. 02



Not quite ready to go home and mope about losing something that I never had, I made my way to the Waffle House in my neighborhood, where I sat and drowned my sorrows in a steak-and-eggs meal and constant refills of vanilla flavored coffee. After sitting and chatting with a drunk woman for almost an hour, I realized that I could be doing a lot worse than not having my first experience with a woman. "To hell with it," I thought aloud.

"You said it, sister," said the slurring drunk woman. It was only six in the evening. Why on earth was she already blitzed? Oh well . . . 

I paid my check and left the cute waitress a nice tip... cute waitress... DAMN DONNA AND HER SEDUCTION!

As I drove home, I realized that I was noticing something about every woman that I now laid eyes on. Was I a lesbian now? No... I still love men, but I was now paying more attention to the women and it was Donna's fault!

I kept trying to think of ways to make my newfound desire Donna's fault, but deep inside I knew it was over for me when I saw her dance. I was gone before she even began to seduce me. I was bewitched when she walked through the door and began to slowly move for me, her mystery guest...

As I pulled into my driveway all I could think about was the fact that I now wanted her bad as hell and she had moved on, acting like last night had never happened. It sucked. As I walked up to my porch, I saw that her bedroom light was on. I had hoped that she would be gone already so I would have to act like I was cool when I knew that I was going to have to take another shower just because I watched her model in a couple of negligees.

She greeted me as I walked through the front door. "Hey, girl!"

"Hey," I responded casually. "I thought that you would be gone by now."

"It's not even seven o'clock yet," she answered. "I have plenty of time."

"Oh ok," I said as I dropped my purse onto the sofa and kicked off my shoes. I padded into the kitchen and went to the fridge. I pulled out a wine cool and opened it, wishing that it was something much stronger. I took a quick drink as Donna came into the kitchen.

"What are you about to do?" she asked reaching into the fridge to grab a cooler for herself.

"I'm going to run upstairs and put something more comfortable on and read a book or something," I answered.

"Sounds like fun," she joked.

"Bunches," I replied sarcastically. I heard her chuckle a little bit as I walked out of the kitchen. I didn't know how I was going to be able to handle her living with me now that I was itching to do her. I would have to work it out because, lust or not, she was one of my closest friends.

Once I got upstairs, I went into my bathroom and ran myself a bubble bath. I think that I deserved at least that pleasure. Fifteen minutes later, I was marinating in my tub, letting the hot water, chamomile and lavender scented bubbles soothe my frazzled nerves. I sat in the tub for so long that the water actually felt cool when I moved in it. I warmed the water a bit and gave myself a thorough scrubbing before getting out and drying off. I then slipped into a satin pajama shirt. As I lay down on my bed to begin reading, I heard music coming from downstairs. I sighed and padded out of my room to go and ask Donna to turn it down just a little bit.

I was greeted by a sight that near stole my breath away...

There stood Donna, her hands on her hips as though she had been waiting on me... dressed in that mouth-drying blue negligee that she had bought from my boutique. And to top it all off, she was wearing those same clear, 5-inch high heeled shoes. My heart rate seemed to triple as she slowly walked toward me. 

She came to where I stood on the bottom step and held her hand out to me. Unable to resist the simple gesture, I place my hand in her slightly smaller one. The then led me to the sofa and gently pushed me onto it. I briefly noticed that my coffee table was missing, but the thought vanished as quickly as it had came when Donna stood before me.

"Did you think that I had forgotten?" she asked seductively.

I could only nod my head.

She smiled at me cunningly and softly said, "Not a chance." She then licked her lips and said, "Sit back and enjoy the show."

And that is exactly what I did. I sat there on the sofa, mesmerized as she danced for me, slowly taking of the negligee that turned out to be for my pleasure. She slowly turned for me, now wearing nothing but a g-string and those heels. She moved fluidly, rolling her hips in a way that would make even the best belly dancer green with envy. 

She faced me, continuing to rotate her hips deliberately as she caressed her own breasts. She looked me directly in my eyes as she fondled her soft looking mounds. When she looked at me so intensely, I yearned to replace her hands with my own. I ached to touch her anywhere. I don't remember ever wanting ANYONE the way that I was craving Donna at that moment. I just wanted to be close to her.

As if reading my mind, she came to me, saucily crossing one foot in front of the other as she strutted to me, hips swaying...

I sat there, utterly enchanted, as she straddled my waist as she had done the night before. My ability to think straight was ruined as I felt the heat that was emanating from her body. I groaned in sweet agony as she ran a delicate finger alongside my face. As if of their own volition, my lips parted when she gently stroked them with the pad of her index finger. My tongue darted out to catch a sample of her flesh. She giggled in delight.

I was amazed at my own wantonness. My desire for her was driving me insane. I throbbed at my center, my pussy soaked and aching to know how her hands would feel there. I moaned when she brought her lips to my neck a nibbled just below my ear.

"Mmm... shit," I whispered huskily. And much to my pleasure, she didn't pull away when my hands gripped her waist. She moaned lightly in my ear at the contact. My hands trembled a little as I moved them to her bare back. Her skin was feathery soft beneath my exploring hands. She arched her back slightly, bringing her breasts even closer to my face. Did I dare go there?

HELL YES...

I brought one hand back around to the front of her body a ran a lazy circle around her nipple. It stood out, begging to be toyed with. Thinking of what I liked to be done to me, I pulled her a little closer to me and traced a light circle around her areola with the very tip of my tongue. She moaned and threw her head back as I took the pert nub into my mouth.

The sounds that came from her mouth were addictive. The fact that I was doing this to another WOMAN was intoxicating in itself! As I licked and nibbled on her right breast, I began to fondle the left one. She arched into me and grabbed the back of my head. I switched breasts, taking her left nipple into my mouth.

She began to roll her hips against me, now needing the same pleasure that I had been craving all day. I was thrilled to know that I would be the one giving it to her. As I greedily suckled at her breast as HAD to touch her. I eased a hand between our bodies and my fingers found wetness that had soaked through the tiny slip of fabric that covered her slightly puffy snatch.

"Chelly," she moaned as I rubbed her through the thin cloth. "Please," she begged.

When had I become the aggressor? When had our roles reversed and she become the needy one? I didn't know and I didn't care. I just knew that I was getting a huge kick out of touching her and making her moan for me... for ME!

I pushed the slip of material to the side of her sodden snatch and teased her as she had done me on the night before. I let my index finger graze the slit of her cuntlips, sliding up then down a few times until she bucked against my fingers, forcing them upon her juice-drenched clitoris. "Chelly!" she called out again as I began to rub her delicate nub. I then slid two fingers into trickling cavern of womanhood. I slid my fingers in and out as she slowly rocked against them. I felt my clit throbbing almost painfully as she moaned in enjoyment above me. I returned my fingers to her clit and began to stroke her wildly wanted her to orgasm so that I could have an orgasm of my own. Her moans of delight were going right through me and I almost felt as though I would explode without being touched at all.

"Oooh shit, Chelly," she cried. "I'm going to cum, sweetie. I'm ready!" I rubbed her nub with more ferocity, wanting to have the victory and honor of knowing that I could make her cum with just my fingers. Her breathing grew harsh and rapid, indicating her imminent orgasm. I felt her body jerk lightly as she dug her fingers into my shoulders. She nearly howled as she came upon my fingers.

I loved it....

She laid her head on my shoulder and let her breathing return to normal. Once she had regained her decorum, she looked down at me and smiled. She stood up just long enough to completely remove her g-string. She then returned to her previous position and twined her fingers at the back of my neck."I was supposed to be seducing you, you know that right?" she said.

"Well, it's not too late," I informed her with a smile. When she smiled back at me, I knew that I had to taste her lips. I looked in her eyes, then at those full, glossed lips. Instinctively, she drew nearer to me, bringing her lips mere nanometers from mine. I could feel her warm breath upon my lips, causing my own breathing to become accelerated once again.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she cooed quietly. Though the music was more than audible, it receded in the background as I focused on Donna's mouth.

I nodded my head slightly as she placed her hands on either side of my face and closed the hairbreadth of space between her lips and mine. A shockwave flowed through me at our initial contact. I could only think of how soft her lips were as they pressed against mine. I pressed my tongue against her lips, briefly tasting the pina colada flavoring of her lip gloss as she granted me access to the sweet recesses of her mouth.

I nearly purred as our tongues collided, stroking one another gingerly, almost hesitantly, then more confidently. My mind whirled... I grew dizzy from the powerful effect of her tongue dancing with my own. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible as I continued to drown in her kiss. We held one another for a while, simply basking in the flavors of one another's mouth.

I groaned in discontentment when she finally pulled her lips from mine. She looked down at me from where she sat still straddling my waist. She then reached up and unfastened the top button of my satin pajama shirt. I leaned back, pressing my backbone into the oversized pillow behind me. She slowly released all of the buttons before opening my shirt, revealing my bare breasts and trimmed puss. She then covered my breasts with each hand and massaged them lightly.

I moaned at her exquisite caress. She then moved from her position above and kneeled between my no parted legs. She then eagerly took my left breast into her mouth and wasted no time in ravaging my protruding nipple. After moments of ardent suckling she switched her attention from my left breast to my right. As she sucked upon my erect nipple, my hand strayed to my pulsing, bedewed clit and rubbed it slowly. Releasing her mouth's hold my breast, she detached my hand from where it was working on my clit.

"That's my job now," she informed me before beginning to stroke me with two french manicured fingers. 

My head fell back as I mewled in delectation. I let my eyes drift closed as she rubbed my clit and returned her lips to my breast. She gently nipped at the small peak as she slid those two fingers deep into my wet cave. "Mmm...," I wailed, caressing her neck and shoulders as she leisurely pumped her fingers in and out of my drizzling snatch. As she finger-fucked me, she rubbed my clitoris with her thumb. I found myself rocking my hips against her fingers, whimpering weakly as she took me over the edge...

"Mmm... Yesss...," I cried out as her hand stroked my wetness.

"You like that?" she asked against my breast before boisterously sucking my nipple back into her warm mouth.

"Oh yes," I whispered softly. My eyes opened when I felt her pull away from me. My breast and cooch felt lonely as she continued to kneel before me, not touching me. As she looked me in the eye, I nearly came as I watched her slide her two wet fingers into her mouth to sample the juices that had come from womanhood. "Oh my God," I whispered to myself in utter shock at the display. She then came back to me and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth, allowing me to sample myself on her tongue. 

I moaned as I took in the unusual, yet erogenous flavor that was all my own. As our tongues battled, I thought that it was only fair that I know what she tasted like as well. I reached between us and let my hand journey to where her puss was, still soaked from her previous orgasm. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers stirred around her wet kernel. I then pulled away from her, bringing my moistened fingers to my lips, looking at her as I had my very first taste of another woman. Her taste was as mellow as my own, though slightly different. This was something so new to me, but I knew then that I could get used to it.

Her bottom lip quivered as she watched me lick her essence from my fingers. I looked her in the eye as she had done me. The whole scene was so titillating that I could barely stand it! After licking all of her juices from my fingers I brought her back to me for another one of those dizzying kisses. 

As we kissed, she grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to the edge of the sofa. She then spread my legs further apart. As her lips left mine and slowly descended to my neck, breasts then belly, I grew hotter and wetter in anticipation of what I knew was soon to come. My entire body tensed in expectation and excitement as her tongue dipped into my navel then traveled lower. She looked at me with a wicked grin before she teased my cuntlips with the tip of her tongue.

"Ooh..." I purred as she gently ran her tongue up and down the folds that concealed my clit. Unable to handle the teasing, I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer. Her tongue then dipped between my wet lips and slid across my throbbing clitoris. "Oh... my...." I said, moaning and groaning wildly as her tongue wagged across the little nub at my center. I called her name as she lightly sucked my clit into her mouth and played with it. My body convulsed and thrashed about as she devoured my femininity for what seemed like an eternity. She refused to grant me any clemency as I writhed and begged her for mercy. 

"Donna," I yelled, nearly out of mind in my state of Euphoria. "Baby, I'm gonna cum!"

She continued her attack on my pussy, sliding two fingers into my wet tunnel. As she lapped at my clit, she pounded me with her fingers, sending me over the edge. "I'm cumming!" I screamed in bliss, nearly laughing with joy at the pleasure that she was giving me. "Oh yes!" I bellowed as she licked me and finger fucked me until my body jerked fiercely. 

She finally became gentle as she brought her soaked fingers up to my lips for me to lick. She joined me and had some of the 'snack' for herself before laying back onto my carpet. After giving me a moment to recover from a brain numbing orgasm, she crooked her finger at me and said, "Come here, sweetie."

I did so without the smallest bit of resistance. As she laid on her back I kissed her lips and neck as my fingers played with her clit. I took one of her delectable breasts into my mouth and sucked greedily before continuing my path downward. She moaned and squirmed beneath me as I let my tongue temporarily take over my fingers work. I slid my tongue over her clitoris and quickly slurped on it before sticking my tongue deep into her wet sex crevice. She gripped my shoulders and bucked wildly as I returned to her clit, flicking it rapidly with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.

"Chelly!" she cried out as she grinded her kitten into my mouth. It only spurred me on. I fingered her as she had done me while I swished her clit around with my tongue. I finger fucked her fervently as I kissed her inner thigh. I gazed at her, loving the look of rapture on her face. I relished the power that I was feeling at that moment. "Please, Chelly," she begged licentiously, pulling at her own nipples roughly. "I want to cum, baby. Make me cum!"

I returned my attention to her saturated pussy and pulled on her clit with my lips before lapping at it hungrily. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "Don't stop, baby...!PLEASE DON'T STOP!!!"

She screamed as her body tightened, signaling the approach of her orgasm. "Yes, baby, yessss!" she bellowed as her wetness spewed onto my fingers and mouth. I moved my fingers to grasp her more securely as I drank from her womanly cup, consuming as much of her feminine ambrosia as I could get in my mouth. She cried out, begging for the same mercy that she had refused me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, sending her into convulsions all over again. 

After she recovered from her aftershock, I sat up, leaning against the front of my sofa, merely looking at her. I found the remote to the stereo nearby and turned down the music that I had barely noticed as I made love with my friend. "So," I said after a moment, "do you do this often?"

She laughed. "Believe it or not, I don't," she answered. "But I might be doing it more often now."

"Oh do you think so?" I challenged with a raised eyebrow.

"It's quite possible," she replied, running her foot along my calf. "What do you think?"

"Maybe," I said with a devilish grin. 

24 hours before, tonight wouldn't have even been an idea in my mind. It amazed me that a mere lap dance had made this possible.

We both talked and laughed a bit before I laid on the floor next to her. We talked for a little while longer before falling asleep on the carpet. We may have slept through the next morning, however, we were awakened Gary's shriek as he came into the living room and discovered the two of us butt naked.

I don't think that he will have to wonder about what took place that night (But I'm sure that he'll want details anyway)...



The Lap Dance Ch. 03



There was no need for further games, for either woman to leave a license or to ask the bartender to hang on to it. There was also no need for an umbrella. The power of attraction compelled Stephanie to run to her car in the deluge as Laetitia had done minutes earlier.

Screw being sensible in the rain. Her panties were almost wet anyway after the kiss that didn't happen. She figured a brief soaking would not upset the balance of the universe. There was nothing balanced about her own world.

Once there, she willed herself into the driver's seat and left the door open for a moment. Stephanie let the downpour attack her legs for another minute. She was too exasperated, horny and shocked to do anything reasonable. When she finally shut the door and pressed the lock button, she decided to sit there for 10 minutes and listen to the rain. The occasional claps of thunder kept her alert, whereas she otherwise might have been down for the count in that parking lot.

What am I doing? What have I gotten myself into now?

A strange impulse began to manifest itself there, in an almost empty parking lot but still in public view. A part of her wanted to start the engine, hug the gas pedal and floor it. That part of her was also tempted to throw Laetitia's number out the window and never revisit this unexpected fantasy-turned-almost-reality again.

For reasons she could not explain, she listened to the other half. Her left hand glided slowly toward her black pants. She used two fingers to undo the button and lower the zipper, revealing her wet white cotton panties. In one swift motion, she shoved her left hand into her panties and let her painted fingernails forcefully find her clit.

She pictured Laetitia getting into the car and the two having sex right there. Her middle finger found what felt like the G-spot and went for the kill.

Her rational mind was the only element of her body fighting the eventual orgasm.

Just wow, Steph. This is a new low. You are masturbating in a coffee shop parking lot. Who are you, anyway? Maybe you should go work at the strip club!

After about a minute of self-pleasure, she had managed to synchronize her moans with the infrequent thunder claps. The rainfall, for a moment, allowed her to believe this was a sexy, even acceptable activity.

She forgot about space and time again and lost herself in the sensuality of it all. At any moment now, the thought of Laetitia's lips meeting hers would cause a violent climax.

A loud knock interrupted the atmosphere.

Her left hand retreated from its comfortable position and she looked up, in horror, to see the coffee shop manager banging on her window.

Not knowing any better, she lowered the window about 3 inches.

"Hey, you OK in there?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah, of course," she said nervously.

"You shouldn't hang around in this parking lot all night," he replied. "You should probably go home. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you this late at night."

"Gee thanks," she responded, realizing he was, indeed, just there to confirm her wellbeing. "I guess I will go home."

"Alright," he said, as he began to walk away. "You have a good night."

By the grace of a higher power, he hadn't said anything about her lewd act. Even better, he didn't try to join in or inflict any harm.

Phew! THAT was close.

When the store manager reached his adjacent car, he shook his head before entering it.

Stephanie had to wonder now, given how she frequented the place, if she would forever be known as the mid-20s girl who masturbated in the parking lot during a thunderstorm.

"Oh God," she mumbled. "Maybe they'll call me the 'clit tickler.' Ugh."

She zipped up her pants, redid the button and fastened her seatbelt for the longer-than-usual ride home. All the way up to her driveway, she juggled thoughts of another erotic moment with Laetitia stopped dead in its tracks and the humiliation of getting caught in the act.

When she plopped on the bed, she fell asleep instantaneously, not leaving any time to finish her orgasm from earlier. That would have to wait until next Saturday.

Throughout her first encounter with a strip joint, she questioned the wisdom of her curiosity. Why not just leave thoughts of these so-called "titty bars" to the imagination? Why not let the horny men at work do all the picture painting? For most of her adult life, that had been enough. She was content to let the company's misogynists and pill-popping Viagra fiends recant tales of elongated lunch buffets and women with massive breasts. There were always, always enough boys around to answer nudie club queries. They didn't need solicitation to start talking.

The urge to discover her own truth was too irresistible to ignore. Until Laetitia commanded the stage, Stephanie was ready to dismiss the male ritual of throwing money at bare-breasted women with fake names as pointless and mind numbing.

The men at "The Palace" didn't seem to value selectivity. They gawked and hollered at all of the women, rarely showing more appreciation for one set of boobs over another. Those creeps just liked boobs in whatever form they could get that night.

I'll bet some of those losers would have flipped if I took off my clothes and danced for them. Why did I get roped in by this pathetic scheme again?

Laetitia. Oh, right! God, I'm a fucking mess.

Stephanie managed to keep her hormones and horniness at bay until Wednesday, which felt like a Herculean accomplishment. She hadn't thought of someone this way since her first boy crushes in middle school. The difference this time, other than gender, was the ferocity of the feeling. This wasn't a cute sixth grade infatuation headed for a Valentine's Day card swap in fifth period. This felt like a submarine losing its sonar capabilities in untested waters.

Wednesday night, she snapped. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to find a way to release the sexual tension inside. She bottled it up until the cork refused to stay in the neck. It cried for release. Stephanie had to respond.

A week ago, she did not imagine she would ever set foot in a stripping establishment. Now, she was really going off the deep end.

She tended to chuckle when browsing the adult channels available on her cable service. Were they serious with these titles? Butt-Fucking Redemption? Lady in the Tramp? Voluptuous Vixens Get Naughty? Really?

On this night, as the urge to let off sexual steam reached a boiling point, one title caught her eye: Lesbian Striptease.

Oh geez. I'm about to order a porno. First, I masturbate in a parking lot. Now, I'm volunteering to pay a ridiculous fee to watch adult sludge. Who does that? I do, I guess.

After many minutes of trepidation, she mumbled "fuck it," and pressed the order button. It was eerie beyond description that a movie about girls messing around in a strip club happened to be available. She gritted her teeth and braced for whatever, or whoever, would come next.

The two female stars of this film -- India Summer and Lisa Ann -- were more attractive than any of the predictable duds at "The Palace." Yeah, I can get off to this, she thought.

The film, if you can call it that, wasted no time getting to the sex. Stephanie wasted no time shoving her right hand into her pajama pants.

From what she could comprehend of the cockamamie plot, the female characters were the two most popular strippers at a club and -- get this -- secret lovers.

Jesus, are these people spying on me?

Soon, Lisa Ann's character began caressing India Summer's character's breasts. A minute later, they began a wild kiss, locking lips and sharing tongues. As the action progressed, Stephanie imagined she was the shy India Summers and Laetitia was the no-holds-barred Lisa Ann.

The women on screen fondled one another and devoured each other's breasts for several minutes. Stephanie had to pull her hand away from her vagina to prevent a premature climax.

Oh no! What if I embarrass myself when I fuck Laetitia? We are fucking on Saturday, right? Sure. Man, my panties are so wet.

Her attention drifted back to her television when Lisa Ann's panties slipped down her legs and flew across the bedroom. India Summer then had herself a bodacious pussy dinner.

Her tongue seemed to touch every inch of Lisa Ann's sensitive area. Stephanie found herself moaning in unison with the porno characters, balancing the urge to touch herself with the other to take notes for Laetitia.

After a few minutes, Stephanie lost control of her right hand fingers, which were going to war on her overstimulated clit. When India Summer managed to stick three-fourths of her tongue into Lisa Ann's drenched vagina, Stephanie lost it completely.

She felt a lake of cum evacuate her just as the characters themselves were moving into another kiss after a loud orgasm.

"Ooooooooooooooh!" Stephanie couldn't be sure the windows did not shake during that wet episode.

It took her a moment to realize her panties were now soaked as if she had been standing in a deluge, and a pool of her juices was spreading on the hardwood floor.

She quickly punched the off button on her TV remote and sprinted to the kitchen to fetch some paper towels.

Fucking gross but also fucking hot. Mostly fucking gross.

Why sprint? She knew, or at least hoped, no neighbor would ever know about what just transpired in her now stained living room. The blinds were drawn and all the doors locked. Yet, insecurity enveloped her.

She brushed her teeth three times that evening, as if the repetition would mask how far she had crossed over to the supposed dark side. It was on now. At least she wasn't bursting with enough sexual tension to fill a shopping cart.

It would, of course, refill later. Laetitia was that gorgeous.

Saturday evening arrived, and so did the dilemma of what to wear. Stephanie wanted something sexy that didn't necessarily scream, "Fuck me the moment I walk through the door." She wanted to look classy without showcasing antiquation.

Her black dress that stretched to her lower thighs was too funeral-y. Her spaghetti strap red dress was too slutty, even if she was meeting to have sex with a stripper. After a few minutes of closet digging, she found it. The dress.

The J Crew collection floral sheath she picked showed off the back of her beck, her slender shoulders and just enough of her intoxicating legs. It was perfect for the occasion and wouldn't give away her destination.

People may look at me, but they probably won't guess I am heading to fornicate with an exotic dancer. Hey, I like this woman. Shame on me.

She polished off her irresistible look by slipping on her favorite pair of heels and splashing herself three times with Chanel.

"Nice, Stephanie," she said to herself in the bathroom mirror.

"I'd fuck me," she mumbled.

"Ew," she caught herself, "I'm worse than the guys at the Palace now. Did I just cat call myself?"

Nah, forget it. I'd fuck the shit out of me.

She waltzed out the door, her hands tingling and her head spinning.

Here goes nothing.

After about 30 minutes of weaving through side streets and admonishing her once trusty GPS, she arrived at Laetitia's complex, just in time to not be late. "406," she mumbled. "This must be it."

Laetitia's directions and parking instructions were surprisingly easy to follow. Before she could even consider running back to her car and forgetting this fling altogether, impulse took control and she knocked.

Just then, a neighboring door opened and a mid-40s man appeared. As he was locking his door and walking away, he glanced at Stephanie, shook his head and whistled.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Before the next thought could form, the beige door in front of her swung open to reveal an angelic sight. There was Laetitia, in a breath stealing charcoal short sleeve, short lace by Emerald Sundae dress. The wow factor would have made even the most insulated and unfeeling fashion designer faint.

Breathe, Stephanie. Just breathe. Don't hyperventilate. Don't stare. Act like you've been here before. Oh wait...

"Hiii, Stephanie," Laetitia said in a way that was even sexier than the encounter at the club.

A pause followed.

"Um, you there Stephanie?" Laetitia giggled.

"Oh my God, so, so embarrassing," Stephanie blurted. "I don't know why I didn't answer. You just look so—"

"Hey, you brought wine," Laetitia interjected, as if to clear the tension a bit.

"Of course. I wouldn't forget that. This is a 2007 cab, so it should be amazing."

"Come in, silly."

As Stephanie stepped in and the door closed behind her, perhaps Laetitia had her first full view of her company's "perfect" attire.

Laetitia gently reached for Stephanie's right hand and kissed it. "You look astonishing tonight, Stephanie. Welcome to my home, small as it is."

Yep, we are definitely fucking tonight, and it will probably convince me that magic exists. I can't believe I even thought about chickening out on this one.

"What is that smell?" Stephanie inquired.

"Can't you at least wait five minutes before you insult my cooking," Laetitia responded with a chuckle.

"No, it smells wonderful. I would never insult anyone's culinary skills. I have the fire department on speed dial, and they're tired of hearing from me."

The two women cackled.

"I figured a woman with French heritage needs to know how to cook at least one French dish," Laetitia said. "Coq Au Vin, or for the uninitiated, chicken in a red wine sauce with vegetables. I'm not a chef, but I think I have this one down pat."

"But," she continued, "We may have to call the fire department about that dress. Girl, it is on fire. Whoa."

"Wow, thanks," Stephanie said, unsure how to respond to the compliment that made her tingle. "Your dress is, uh, a forest fire."

Oh, fuck. Why did I even allow that to leave my mouth? Maybe we won't have sex tonight. I may just embarrass myself out of this apartment.

Laetitia erupted in laughter.

"A forest fire?" she asked. "You are hilarious."

"I was trying to think of a c-c-clever way to tell you that you look beautiful beyond description," Stephanie answered.

"I think you just did. Don't be so nervous, Stephanie. You're safe here. I can tell you're worried about impressing me. Don't be. If you actually started a forest fire in my apartment, I wouldn't be that upset."

"The forest fire comment was kind of stupid, though," Stephanie said.

"Hey, it's better than what most of the unwitty guys yell to me at the Palace," Laetitia added. "'Oh my God, dude, you are so hot.' 'Sugar, you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.' Boooooring and so insincere."

"How do you put up with that every night? I couldn't handle it. I'd snap and quit after five minutes."

"You probably would," Laetitia quipped.

"Hey!"

"You wouldn't survive there, Stephanie. You're too classy. A strip club is a sad place. I dance for the moment because it does enough to help with the bills, but I obviously don't love it. I can't do this long term."

"I think you're really classy, Laetitia, and you can't think that highly of me. I threw money at you just like those piggish males."

"Yeah, but you were different. I've stripped long enough that I can spot the outsiders. There are women who occasionally come in and act as lewdly as the men, but I knew you weren't one."

"How?"

"It was easier than getting some horny guy to buy me a drink at the bar. You were so nervous. I didn't know what your element was, but it clearly wasn't a strip club. You looked like at any moment you might run out of there."

"Until I saw you," Stephanie said.

"Well, thanks. I'm glad your first trip to a nudie joint wasn't fruitless. I'm really glad you're here, Steph. Can I call you that?"

Can you call me that? Are you kidding me? Sure, you can call me Spot or Mr. Clean if you want.

"Sure, most people don't call me that, but I like it. I mean, I didn't like it when my last boyfriend said it so hurtfully, but I got over it."

"Cool."

"So...uh...if you don't mind...please, please don't be offended...but...uh..."

"You want to know what I do when I'm not stripping, right?"

"Um, yeah. You haven't told me yet."

"You didn't ask. Why would I be offended?"

Laetitia pointed to a canvas bursting with color propped up against a bare living room wall.

"Wow," Stephanie exclaimed. "You painted that? You're an artist?"

"Yep," Laetitia said sheepishly. "It's my thing."

"I mean, just wow, that's amazing. It's better than anything I have hanging at my house."

"Thank you. Most people wouldn't be that kind. Some of my family members and co-workers think it's a stupid dream."

"You have a gift."

"You work at an insurance company, right?"

"Yep, but it's not exciting. I'd probably put you to sleep talking about it."

"Well, we can talk about it over that smelly dinner."

After a brief tour of Laetitia's picayune but not cramped abode, the two sat down for a scrumptious dinner and sumptuous wine.

As the dinner headed for its conclusion, the confessions again began to freely flow.

"I have to be honest, Stephanie. I've been struggling to compose myself tonight. You look really beautiful. I don't know how to handle it."

"Really? I'm the one stammering and comparing your dress to a forest fire."

"I guess I've learned to hide it. I just don't want you to feel nervous, or like you have to do anything," Laetitia said. "What do think will happen after dinner? What would you like to happen? I mean, you can be honest."

"Honestly?" Stephanie asked.

"Of course."

"Uh, I'm kinda hoping we do it."

"Do it?"

"Like, you know, the nasty."

"Oh, Stephanie, you have a way with words. Wow. You can leave now." She pointed toward the door to add authority to the statement.

Shocked and full of regret, tears began streaming down Stephanie's face. "I'm so sorry."

Laetitia immediately smiled then laughed.

"I'm so kidding," she said. "I totally want to have sex with you, Steph. I'm just messing with you."

"Damnit, Laetitia, I thought for a second you were serious. I'm going to throw this last piece of chicken at you if you do that again. Fuck."

Laetitia stood up and walked to Stephanie and huddled behind her. "Sorry, I shouldn't have messed with you like that."

She let her hands massage Stephanie's exposed arms and kissed her left ear lobe and neck four times. The bewitched guest allowed a few satisfied moans.

OK, I guess we're doing this now. My God this is amazing.

"Finish up, and I'll quickly do the dishes."

"We can both do the dishes."

Not ten minutes later, the table was clear and the kitchen clean.

"You are a dish washing expert, Stephanie."

"Well, if I had to call the fire department every time I did that, well, that would be really embarrassing."

"I have to be honest, too, Laetitia. I was worried that maybe you didn't really find me all that attractive and that I'd come over with the wrong idea."

"Oh, honey, I get tingly just looking at you in that dress."

"I'd say something about your dress, but I'll just stumble all over myself."

"Yeah, I think I've had enough dress compliments from you tonight."

They giggled again.

"I probably shouldn't admit this, Laetitia, but that night at the coffee shop, after you left, I sat in my car and began to masturbate about you. I was so excited about tonight, I guess, that I even ordered a porno."

"Shut up," Laetitia said hysterically. "Was the porno any good?"

"Of course not."

"Well if it makes you feel any better, every night at the Palace since, I imagined everyone I danced for was you. I've touched myself more times than I care to admit."




The Lap Dance Ch. 03



Phew. At least she's as crazy as me. Let's do this.

"Where did you get that dress anyway?"

"It's J Crew."

Laetitia leaned closer and positioned her right hand on the back of Stephanie's dress and commenced gentle stroking.

"Stephanie Bettencourt, you are so beautiful."

Time stood still and the air around them seemed to pause as, finally, after the agonizing anticipation, Stephanie and Laetitia met in a kiss.

Their lips' first conversation interrupted the silence with a sound that could have passed as dripping water from the bathroom down the hall. The soft, delicate peck unfolded second by second. Laetitia's upper lip glided across Stephanie's lower lip as their mouths allowed the first dance of many.

After five gentle lip locks, they pulled away and both giggled.

"Did you like that Stephanie?"

That question, coupled with the stirring aftermath of their first kiss, made her even wetter. She resisted the urge to cum right then.

"Um, yeah," she managed, feeling pathetic just after saying it.

"Don't be afraid to use your tongue," Laetitia said, pulling closer again then delivering the most seductive wink possible.

She gazed at Stephanie for a moment.

"I cannot wait to taste more of you," Laetitia said.

"I've been dreaming about this since I saw you on that stage," Stephanie confessed.

"Me, too."

With that, their mouths converged. Their lips locked again, this time with a splash of tongue. Laetitia struck first, introducing her tongue into the equation. After a brief moment of hesitation, Stephanie accepted and allowed Laetitia's tongue to dart into her mouth.

She loved this sensation and the other created by Laetitia's left hand finding her panties. After five forays, Stephanie reciprocated with her tongue, using it to explore uncharted, delicious waters.

She put her right hand on Laetitia's right breast and began vigorously massaging it.

Suddenly, Laetitia pulled away, which both startled and disappointed Stephanie.

"I'm sorr—"

"Wait," Laetitia said. "I want to dance for you. I want you to caress my body. We don't have to go so fast."

"Sorry," Stephanie repeated.

"Don't apologize," Laetitia politely commanded. "It's just that fast is what guys are for. I want this to be special. Have a seat on the couch."

She walked over to the corner stereo, fiddled with its many buttons then pressed play.

"Girl from Ipanema," Stephanie said, both in surprise and delight. "It's my favorite."

"Wild guess and I like it, too. I don't dance to this one at the club. Only for you."

"'Garota de Ipanema' is how we say it in Portuguese."

As Joao Gilberto belted the words, Laetitia gyrated and moved closer to a transfixed Stephanie.

"Doce balanço a caminho do mar. Moça do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema."

As Gilberto's soothing voice exited the speakers, Laetitia had saved her most sensuous moves for this private dance.

"Touch my body, feel it," she commanded. "Relax. No one's watching now."

Stephanie slowly moved her hands up and down her entertainer's dress and massaged those chilly but perfect stripper legs. She returned the favor and kissed Laetitia's ear lobe and neck and found her panties with her left hand.

Every movement was as inspired and artistic as the canvas in the living room.

"Ah, se ela soubesse

Que quando ela passa

O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça

E fica mais lindo por causa do amor."

As the song reached its climax, the two beyond-aroused women almost did the same.

When the last note sounded, Laetitia playfully put her painted index finger on Stephanie's mouth then pulled away seductively.

"How was that?" she asked before walking to the stereo to turn off the music.

"Um, I think if you danced like that for everyone, you'd have more money than Donald Trump."

"I almost came, Stephanie. The way you touched my body there was incredible."

"I almost did, too."

"Hold it together, girl, because we're just getting started."

Laetitia fetched the two wine glasses. "More wine, dear?"

"Yes, please."

She sat down next to Stephanie and petted her leg, sticking her tongue out in sexually-activated anticipation.

"You are so wet, Steph."

There was an awkward silence, during which both women took another sip of cabernet.

"Kiss me again," Laetitia instructed.

This third meeting of the mouths wasted no seconds engaging in intricate conversation. Stephanie didn't wait this time and let her tongue dance with Laetitia's. Their lips and tongues gently collided. This, too, was artful.

Stephanie did not want the kissing exploration to end. Laetitia tasted like everything she had sampled that night at the Palace and more.

"You are an amazing kisser."

"You're more amazing," Stephanie retorted.

After a few minutes of unbearably sexy tongue splashing, Laetitia stood up once more, unzipped the back of her dress and removed it, exposing her black bra and panties with jaw-dropping cleavage.

"Now, let's get you out of that incredible but at the moment, in-the-way dress."

Stephanie also stood and slowly removed the J Crew crown jewel, exposing her lace bra and panties.

"Your body looks like a dessert, Steph. Yum!" She licked her lips.

You're one to talk. I'm proud of myself that I didn't throw myself at you just after walking through that door. Your body is a fucking temple, Laetitia.

"Come sit in my lap."

Stephanie complied.

"Now, kiss me again."

Heaven.

As the two women exchanged more tongue darts and lip concertos, Laetitia guided Stephanie's hand into her own drenched lace panties.

Stephanie couldn't help but gasp for air and moan uncontrollably.

"This is better than a porno, right?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

Stephanie felt her own index finger enter her clit, followed by Laetitia's.

Paradise.

Laetitia's hand movements became more forceful until, at last, Stephanie felt some juice emerge from her pussy.

"Oooh baby, you just had an orgasm. The first of many tonight."

Laetitia pulled her hand out and licked the cum from her middle finger.

They met in another brief tongue-filled kiss.

"You want to see my tits, right?"

"Uh-huh," Stephanie managed.

Laetitia unclasped her bra and flung it at the stereo. Her humongous breasts were even more tempting and tantalizing on second view.

"You want to taste them, right?"

"Uh-huh."

As the bodacious boobs neared Stephanie's enchanted face, she objected.

"Uh, I haven't done this before."

"Don't worry about that. Do what feels natural. Don't worry about pleasing me yet."

Stephanie started with innocent pecks, merely acclimating her taste buds to these delectable ta-tas. Then, she allowed her tongue to circle the left nipple at a glacial pace, pausing to admire the thin trail of spit she had created. Her mouth switched back and forth, growing more comfortable with each second.

"Oh," Laetitia moaned. "You don't suck at that."

She likes it. Thank God. Maybe this won't be a disaster. I never knew these tasted so good.

They met for a lip lock to cap the first breast tasting excursion.

"Take off those panties and that bra," Laetitia said. "I'm going to please you now and taste you."

She helped Stephanie remove her remaining clothes, except for the high heels.

"Just relax and enjoy, Steph."

Laetitia expertly began by caressing Stephanie's delicate nipples and smaller but still supple breasts. Laetitia left many thin trails of spit that she quickly sopped up with her talented tongue.

Her mouth gradually moved from the now hard nipples to Stephanie's gorgeous belly and her bellybutton.

All the recipient could do was let out loud moans. When Laetitia reached her pussy, she blew on it and teased it before kissing every inch of both legs. The anticipation of Laetitia's mouth navigating her pussy was almost too much for Stephanie to take.

Don't explode too soon. Hold it together, girl.

Once the host had tasted every area of both legs twice over, she used her right index and middle finger to stroke a vagina that was already threatening to blow like Vesuvius then hold it open.

"Mmmm, dessert," Laetitia whispered, before burying her face in Stephanie's pussy.

Forget a tour guide. Laetitia's tongue went wherever it wanted without abandon, causing increasingly louder moans.

Stephanie had to suffocate the sofa pillow closest to her right arm to keep from spewing. No one had ever teased and awakened her clit this way.

"Oh God, Oh, Oh, Oh!"

Laetitia's tongue went deep and didn't miss any crevices of her vagina. Her hands periodically moved up to fondle Stephanie's breasts.

"Oh, Oh, God, Oh, I'm gonna cum again."

In an instant, like molten lava, more cum evacuated her pussy. Laetitia quickly grabbed Stephanie's arms and pulled her up so they could meet in a passionate kiss.

"I love the way you taste, baby," Laetitia said between breaths.

"I-I-I w-w-want to taste you, Laetitia, but I can't possibly compete with you. I mean, fuck, that was amazing."

"Remember, don't worry about pleasing me. This is your first time."

She helped Laetitia take off her black panties and couldn't help but do some lip licking of her own.

Just. I can't even. Two weeks ago, I didn't know this woman. Now, I'm about to eat her out.

She tried to follow Laetitia's veteran lead by starting with the legs. She kissed the belly and those breasts some more, too.

When her mouth was ready to consume the wonders of a French girl's clit, she began with the softest pecks of the night.

Wow, even this pussy tastes like Grey Goose. Yeah, baby!

A voyeur could have mistaken those first clit kisses for raindrops.

"Am I doing okay?"

"Yeah, but use your tongue."

"Okay."

Stephanie knew she wasn't up to Laetitia's level of tongue gymnastics, so she mimicked her new sex teacher and held the vagina open so she could immerse her face in it. Her mouth movements were simpler but quite effective.

"Oh, oh, you don't suck at this, either."

She tasted every juice and French kissed Laetitia's vajayjay until the supposed master herself was ready to climax.

"Oh, now I'm gonna cum! Oh, oh, Stephanie!"

They connected once again for a knockout kiss to end all knockout kisses.

"You want to sleep with me tonight, Steph?"

Duh.

She nodded instead of uttering that rude response.

As they spooned and traded neck kisses, Laetitia had to know.

"How was it? How was I? Did it meet your expectations?"

"To be honest, since we're doing that tonight, it was kinda weird at first, but then it was spectacular. I've never had sex this good, Laetitia. So, uh, yeah, you blew me away."

"Yay! Good night, beautiful," Laetitia whispered before landing one more kiss.

The two naked women, both works of art, fell asleep soon after.

Stephanie couldn't be sure if the invasion of sunlight or the hammering somewhere nearby woke her up first. She was sure of one thing, as she gazed at the still sound asleep force of beauty named Laetitia Barteau lying next to her.

There was no turning back now. This was no longer a curious trip to a strip club. It had become so much more than that. She had never felt this naked, this terrified, this exposed, this sexually sated.

Well, we fucked and it was fabulous.

What now?



The Lap Dancer



It had been over a month. A solid month since they had had sex and John was beginning to wonder if he could even get it up anymore. Not in a literal sense but the temperature at home had become so frigid that he seriously doubted that she even cared for him in that way anymore. 

John and Karen had been married for 11 years and their marriage had been a good one. They had survived many tough times and many good times over the years. When they had gotten married John had been employed at UPS as a delivery driver. But that had changed over the years. John had stayed with his job and had worked his way up the corporate ladder. Now John worked as the regional vice president over the southwest region. His new position kept John pretty busy and it had been a few months since he had been home before seven in the evening. 

Karen too was frustrated with the way that their sex life had gone. It had started as a few weeks of Karen feeling ill and had spiraled downhill until Karen did not want to have sex because she was so worried about John resenting her that it just put her out of the mood. When they had gotten married John had been everything that Karen had wanted in a husband. He had been a good man, a man that you can take home to the parents and be proud of it. But he had been adventurous as well. John had always been interested in whatever it was that Karen seemed to take an interest in. They had often enjoyed hiking, camping, shopping, even the little things that Karen enjoyed. John had been in a word, too good to be true. The funny thing was that even though he got more comfortable over the years, John never stopped trying to win her heart. He still took an interest in the things that she liked, and always helped her to care for the responsibilities that arose at home. Karen had always worked outside the home as well. This made for a busy lifestyle. Together John and Karen had always managed to get by. 

It should be noted that both John and Karen are attractive people. John is a little over average height at six foot and fairly well built. He had put on a few pounds over the last few years but he always maintained that hard edge that made him a handsome man. John had begun to gray a little early at 32 and his temples had begun to salt and pepper. Karen was an attractive woman. At 31 Karen had aged well. It had often been said that she hadn't aged since she was 23. Karen was about five foot six inches. She had been able to loose all of her weight after each child had been born and she could still turn a head or two during the summer. Her biggest concern was the stretch marks that had "marred" her body from her two children. Karen had long since given up on feeling sexy because she didn't think anyone would ever find those marks attractive. 

Today was a Friday and every Friday was supposed to be date night for John and Karen. It was a tradition that they had established early in their marriage. It was a tradition that kept them both sane through the many years of child rearing and the nose to the millstone lifestyle that had developed. Even date night had become stale as of late. Both Karen and John were beginning to want more, but neither knew how to get there. 

Karen tired of what was going on decided to seek help from the only place that she knew how. She decided to call her best friend Erin. Erin was an interesting friend for Karen. Erin was almost everything that Karen was not. She was completely wild, single, and always bragging to Karen about her adventures in the bedroom. 

"Hey Karen, whats up? Havent seen you in a couple weeks. I was thinking about calling you just this morning." 

"To be honest with you Erin, I am calling to get some advice from you. I... I don't really even know where to start."

"Well the beginning is always a good place to start," laughed Erin. 

"You know that I have never really been the adventurous type in the bedroom but well it has been over a month since John and I had, well, relations." The tension in her voice was so thick that Erin could tell that Karen was completely red-faced even over the phone. 

"Well you came to the right place, but I don't really know where to tell you to start. I know you aren't really all that comfortable with most of the stuff that I get into on a regular basis." Just the way that she said it let Karen know that she had a huge grin on her face. Erin had always given Karen a hard time about how uncomfortable she was with the subject of sex. 

"Really I want to do something that will get Johns attention and wont involve anything that I am going to have to go out and buy. I am really not comfortable going into one of those 'shops' that you have told me about." 

"Well let me think about it for a second. What has been stopping you guys from having a healthy relationship?" 

"I don't really know what has been bothering me but I think mostly it is that life has kind of gotten in the way. I think it started about a month ago and the longer it went on the colder things got between us at home. I don't really even know where to go from here to get things started. I'm not even sure that he still thinks about that kind of thing anymore, not with me anyway." 

"Well from what I have seen when I have been at your house, I don't think that your problem is that he isn't interested. I always get tickled with him when I come over. He still ogles you like some sort of teenager." 

"You wouldn't know it from the way things have been around here for the last month or so." 

"Well then lets try to do something about it. You sure you aren't willing to stop in at that shop down the street that I was telling you about?" 

"No way. I am not really all that comfortable having this conversation with you right now and I have known you for years. But I want to try and do something tonight. It is date night tonight and I want to end this cycle." 

"Ok Karen I think I might have an idea that will help you out but you are going to have to step outside of your comfort zone." 

"Anything to get things moving in the right direction." 

"Alright, here's what you do. When John gets home tonight..."

Later that Evening

John was an his way home from work. It had been a long week and he was looking forward to a weekend with nothing to do. Plus tonight was date night. Even though things had been frigid at home for a while John still enjoyed the time that he was able to spend with his wife on date night. John still treasured those intimate moments when they could just sit there and talk. A good relaxing time was just what John needed. 

As soon as John opened the door he could tell that something was up. First thing he noticed was how quiet it was. His house was never this quiet. Both kids were obviously out of the house. John called out to Karen and got no answer. How very strange. 

"I guess she just stepped out to get some stuff for a date night in," thought John as he poured himself a drink and sat down in his favorite arm chair. Suddenly the stereo came to life and one of those new songs that he had heard his kids listening to started playing. John nearly went through the roof. Then he heard Karen start laughing. 

"Oh very funny," said John as his heart rate started to come down. 

"Sorry wasn't trying to scare you. Here let me restart it." 

Karen hit the remote again and the song restarted. John started to roll his eyes, he had always hated this kind of music. Then Karen started doing something that he had never seen her to. She started swaying to the music. Not just swaying but dancing to the music, it was something that surprised John. 

Karen was wearing a blouse and a short skirt. Come to think of it, it was a little shorter than the skirts that she normally wore on date night. Then John noticed that Karen was not just dancing but that she was moving across the room towards him. He started to get up but she pushed him back down. This was her turn to do something for him. When she had set out this evening Karen had been afraid that this idea would totally flop on her and she would end up making a total fool out of herself, but the longer that the music played the more that she was able to get into it. She was starting to have a little fun, and for the first time in a long time Karen started to feel a stirring between her legs. Her heart started to beat a little faster and she started getting turned on. 

John was a little shocked at first but as she started unbuttoning her shirt, he started getting into what was going on. John had never seen a woman do a strip show for him and now he realized what the other guys at work got out of it when they went to the strip club. He could already feel his cock getting hard, making his suit pants a little tight. 

Karen began unbuttoning her shirt a little. Moving in time with the music she slowly continued unbuttoning her shirt. With every button she could feel herself getting closer to her goal. Getting John back in bed with her. With the last button she flung her shirt to the other side of the room. She had put on her sexiest pair of panties and a matching bra. It was a black set with little roses on it. She had always felt sexy when she put this set on and now she could tell that she was getting turned on because the panties were beginning to feel wet as she dipped down to the floor. Hating to be cold, and knowing that she would be naked Karen had turned up the heat in the house, so as she removed her shirt she noticed that her nipples were very hard, and very sensitive. Her bra rubbing up against them was beginning to get uncomfortable. So it was the next to go. 

As Karen threw her bra across the room to join her shirt in a pile on the other side of the room, John felt his manhood twitch with excitement. He couldn't take it anymore and started to unbutton his belt. That was a cue that Karen had been waiting for. She practically sat down in his lap and started to unbutton his pants. As she unzipped his pants she watched his rock hard manhood spring free of the hole in his boxers. She began rubbing her silky panties up against his cock and instantly John knew that she was already getting turned on too. He could feel the wet spot that was growing in her panties. 

John ran his fingers up Karen's sides and began to circle her perfect breasts. They were perfect. Like a teardrop and they fit in his hands perfectly. He squeezed her breasts lightly as she continued to grind against him in time with the music. He began to work his way towards her nipples and when he reached them he rolled them in between his thumb and pointer, tweaking them lightly. Karen felt a shiver run through her. She never knew why but when John did this it was like a button straight to her core. When he tweaked her nipples she could almost feel it in her vagina. She could feel her wetness spreading and her clit was getting more and more sensitive rubbing up against Johns erection. 

Karen got up out of Johns lap and started to move away from her. She was going to let this drag out a little longer before she led John back to the bed room, but John had other ideas. As she started to bend over to give him a better look at her ass, she got a little surprise of her own. John had stood up from the chair while she was turned around and had let his pants and boxers fall to the ground. He grabbed her around her waist, underneath her skirt and pulled her panties right down. The air caused her to catch her breath as she could feel her nether regions becoming soaked with her own juices. John pulled her to himself and she could feel his penis twitch against her ass as he reached around her, under her skirt and began to rub her clit with his hands. 

It didn't take long for her to cum. She could feel his fingers moving in an almost desperate way as he rubbed her clit faster and faster. She could hear herself starting to moan but she just didn't care. She was loosing herself in the feelings. Then it happened. She could feel a warm feeling starting in her belly and moving out to the tips of her toes. Her entire body began to convulse and she could feel her legs squeeze together forcing John to move his fingers away from her now super sensitive clit. She could feel her inner core tightening as she stood there bent over trying to recover. 

But John was ready himself. As Karen bent over to recover from her first orgasm John guided his cock inside of her now sopping love tunnel. As wet as she was from her first orgasm John had no problems sliding in right to the hilt. It was a sensation that he relished. It was like having himself wrapped in warm liquid velvet and he almost didn't want to move for a moment. Then he started to move in an out of her. He could feel her body pulling on him almost begging him to stay inside her. He started slowly and began working faster and faster. He wanted her so badly that he could not really contain himself. With an increasing urgency he started to feel his balls contract, but John was not ready to cum yet. He wanted to make sure that Karen got what she needed first, so he stopped and pulled out. 

Karen moaned as John pulled out. She did not want him to stop it had been feeling so good and even though she did not usually enjoy him taking her from behind, tonight it had felt really good. John asked her to lay down and she did, not sure what he was going to do. Then John got down on his knees and positioned himself at the entrance to her pussy and slid the entirety of himself inside her. Karen could feel him fill her up and it was just wonderful. To have him so completely fill her and go so deep was just what she needed tonight. John quickly started moving in and out of Karen in an almost frantic manner. Every time that he thrust into her Karen felt him hit that spot right around her cervix that drove her wild. She could already feel another orgasm beginning to build. Every time that he thrust in he hit that spot and his pubic hair was pulling on her clit as he went in. It was a double threat and Karen was not even fighting this loosing battle. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt every muscle in her body tighten. The inside of her vagina started grabbing at Johns hard cock and begging not to let him go. 

It felt like wonderful and she let the sensation wash over her entire body. As Karen started to cum, John could tell in her face. At first it looked like she was in excruciating pain but it quickly gave way to that unmistakable facial expression that she always made when she was having a really good orgasm. Then he felt her orgasm as she started to convulse while still impaled upon him. He could feel her grabbing at his cock with her vagina and it was too much for him. He felt his balls tighten and he started to cum inside her. It was by far the longest orgasm that John could remember. He thought it would never end as he sent stream after stream of cum deep inside her. Near the end of his orgasm he could feel it starting to seep out of her around his softening penis. As he came down from his orgasm John flopped over next to Karen, the love of his life and smiled at her. He could not believe that his wife had done a strip tease for him or that it had led to some of the best sex that they had had in a long time. Sure it was short, but this was just the beginning of the best date night that either of them had had in quite some time.