Date Night

Life seems to have taken a surreal turn for me. To accentuate that fact I find myself seated at a small, sticky, round table in a dimly lit strip club next to a man I hardly know. My heart pounds as I take a shot of tequila. I’ve never been in a strip club before. Tonight was suppose to be our third date but Dave’s day had been horrible and his buddy had decided to bring him here to blow off some steam. He had called in the middle of the afternoon and asked me to join him. I was oddly turned on by the idea of having a date at a strip club.

It’s not as crazy as I thought it would be. I pictured men drooling over strippers from pervert’s row, hooting and hollering in a drunken frenzy but most of the men sit calmly observing from tables in the shadows. Fit women in lingerie, bikinis, shorty shorts and the highest heels I’ve ever seen, strut around with their purses. Every once in a while they stop and talk to men. Sitting down at their tables, they flirt. I can see the girls are targeting the guys who are kind of shy, the ones they can make feel special, the ones who will keep paying for their affection.

“See anything you like?” Dave slurs above the music, laughing and nudging his fat buddy who jiggles like Santa would if he were a drunken pervert.

Truth be told, the women here are gorgeous. Not the sleaze I thought they’d be.

A pair of cut off shorts pass across my line of sight. I’m following them. They aren’t Daisy Dukes. These cut off’s are the g-string Daisy may have worn under her shorts. The ass filling out the denim is tanned, perfectly sculpted and attached to long, athletic legs. I’m blushing and Dave can see it. He snaps his fingers at the cut offs.

Tall, gorgeously tanned Talia walks slowly towards our table. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s stunning with her long dark hair, dark features and flawless skin. Her tits aren’t much to speak of but she’s beautifully proportioned. I can see she’s eyeing me tentatively, worried I’m going to feel demeaned by what could be my boyfriend or husband flagging down a random stripper. Little does she know, I don’t mind at all. I’m too shy to do it myself and at this point, Dave is nothing more to me than free drinks.

“My girlfriend thinks you are hot.” Did Dave just call me his “girlfriend”?  “Take her in the back and show her a good time!”

A wad of cash passes from Dave to Talia. Another shot of tequila is what I need right now. My heart, I’m sure is no longer beating.

Tingles run up my arm when Talia takes my hand. She giggles, dragging me deeper into the depths of the club.

Through red velvet curtains we walk quietly together. My heart pounds twice for every step.

Talia sits me down in what looks like a luxury phone booth. There are a number of them side by side. Mine seems to be the biggest. There are curtains on either side and a cushioned seat with pillows which are rather comfortable.

Already I’m wet. I wonder if she can tell as she puts a silk handkerchief across my lap.

Instinctively, I sit on my hands. I don’t want some mean bouncer to rough me up for accidentally touching his dancer. My stomach is filled with nervous butterflies. The music starts.

Talia stands in front of me. Denim covered pussy mouth level. Her hips sway to the music. I watch entranced. She is gorgeous. I can smell her sweet scent.

Grabbing the curtains she leans away, arching her back, forcing her cunt closer to my face. My pussy twitches. Nipples perk with excitement.

She takes a step back in her massive platform heels and lowers her denim g-string to the floor, hips constantly rocking to the music. White, g-string bikini bottoms are all that is left between me and Talia’s treasure. Her perfume fills my nostrils. I desire to touch her. I’m throbbing. I can feel my juices seeping out into my purple lace panties.

Spinning around she shakes her gorgeous ass in my face. Lifting one leg and resting it on the barrier beside me she twitches her muscles making her ass cheeks bounce.

“Wow!” I feel like such a dork. Who says “Wow” at a strip club? Women do I guess. Talia doesn’t seem to mind, she giggles and continues to writhe in front of me.

Watching her skilled movements, my pussy tingles. I want to touch myself badly. Subtly I grind my clit against the seam of my jeans. That feels better, but Talia has stopped dancing. She’s looking at me. Is that anger in her eyes?

“What are you doing?”

“Ummm, uhhhhh….” I’m such a blubbering idiot. Surprisingly, Talia straddles my thighs.

“I said, what are you doing?” In one graceful motion her white string top slides off her breasts revealing tight nipples on a canvass of pure silk. She’s grabbing for my hands that are firmly attached to my ass. “Why aren’t you touching me? I want you to touch me.”

I think my mind is going to explode, along with my completely soaked pussy. “But, I thought we weren’t all……..”

Taking my hands she runs them slowly over her face, shoulders, down her sides. “You can touch me here, and here, and here…..” Talia is so soft. I’ve never felt another woman’s skin like this before. She guides my hands over her flat stomach then up to her cup her breasts. “I especially like when you touch here!”

Releasing my hands, she grinds her pussy against  mine, and it feels so good. Gently I play with her tits, beautiful hand full that they are. Squeezing and rubbing my thumbs across her nipples.

Talia shivers with each graze of her nipple, still grinding to the music. I know she’s being paid, but her eyes bore in to mine like she’s longed for me for a lifetime. I think I might burst.

Standing, she continues her dance, seductively removing her g-string.  I let my hands wander across her skin, taking in the soft, smooth texture. Her bare ass faces me as she bends over to release her panties from her ankles.

Holding nothing back I smack her ass! She spins around. Oops! I may have crossed the line there.

Coyly she looks over her shoulder at the bouncer. Is she going to call him over? Oh gosh! I start to retreat in to the seat but she moves towards me. She plants her hot, smooth pussy on my lap, leaning in close.

“Are you shy?” she whispers. I can’t seem to breath let alone speak. I can feel her hands playing at the bottom of my t-shirt.

“Ummm….kinda.”  She’s staring at my tits. I’m use to this from men but from a woman it’s a different ball game.

Through my shirt she grabs hold of my double D’s. “I want these!”

In a matter of seconds she lifts my shirt, pulls my tits from my bra and embraces my nipple with her mouth. My pussy shudders. I’m dangerously close to the edge. A short moan escapes my lips.

Talia looks up from my breasts, placing a finger over her ruby red lips, signalling me to be quiet, then she returns to licking, sucking, caressing.

I close my eyes and bite my lips. She grinds her pussy into mine. I can feel the heat from her penetrate through my jeans.

She takes a breath and whispers, “I’m so fuckin wet right now!”

Grinding faster, sucking harder, the bass from the music vibrates through our bodies.

I can’t hold back, I’m nearing the edge. I grab her hips coaxing her to continue. She grinds faster. I feel her panting breath on my breast.

Faster, harder, until…OH GOD!!!

Orgasms explode between us.

Talia presses her lips against mine to muffle our cries. Our cunts dance together in erotic joy.

My panties are soaked as is the silk hanky she had placed on my lap earlier.

Talia looks deep in my eyes and giggles. She sucks my bottom lip briefly, kisses each nipple then puts me back together as the song comes to an end.