My sister and our girlfriends went wild at the stagette, but I was too embarrassed to show how horny the male strippers made me. I sat in the back while the other women went wild. It was shocking. That was my first exposure to male strippers. Those young men were amazing. Their strong bodies and handsome faces were such a turn on. Of course, their equipment down there made my heart skip a beat. I wish I was as bold as my sister. She even touched their manly parts. She has always been like that. I couldn't get over my shyness around sex even after I was married. My urges always seemed so naughty. My mother was such a prude and I took after her. This is why it shocked me that I had the nerve to book a private dancing experience with the young, blonde male dancer. He touched an erotic spot in my nature I didn't know I had. I have been abuzz since I called him.
Since my separation from my ex, I'm in a pickle. He and I, had a lusty sex life. That wasn't our problem. My problem started a few weeks ago when I bought a vibrator at my sister's urging. She knew I hadn't had sex for six months and I admitted to her that I was going batty. First, she told me to go out on some dates to cool my sex urges. There are so many dating apps. But I don't want to do that until I have my divorce and know my husband and I will never get back together. The vibrator works so well. I'm hooked on the explosive orgasms it is giving me. I'm addicted to them. Waves of pure animal pleasure wash over my body and I vibrate with aftershocks afterwards. The sexual fantasies that fill my brain as I pleasured myself after the male strip party were all about that perfect, young blonde Adonis.
My girlfriends all say I will have no trouble finding a new relationship. I'm only thirty-seven and I keep fit with yoga and jogging. Men hit on me often, but I have always been faithful to my husband, my first and only lover. My sister jokes that I got all the good looks in the family.
I've been on cloud-nine since I called him and booked this evening. For some silly, fun reason, I wanted to be as attractive as possible for this and milk the experience. I had my hair styled, a manicure and even bought new panties. Not that the young man will ever see them. A shot of nervous energy hit my chest on a regular basis as I walked around the sexy lingerie shop and picked out a feminine, very naughty pair with a see-through crotch.
It's been an erotic afternoon getting dressed and ready for my dance session. I showered making sure not to spoil my new hairdo. It took me forever to get my makeup just right. I didn't want him to think I was a desperate frump that couldn't get a man. Plus it was fun to feel attractive when I finished and looked in the mirror at a good looking woman. The dress was an easy choice, my pink bridesmaid dress from my girlfriend's wedding. It has lots of cleavage but the full skirt modestly goes down to my knees. My ex thought my breasts were my best feature.
To calm my nerves, I drank a couple of glasses of delicious white wine and even ate a marijuana gummy. My body is all abuzz as seven o'clock, the appointed time, arrives. There's is the doorbell. My god, a shot of adrenaline just went through my stomach. Calm down Sue. I open the door. Wow, he is so tall and beautiful. What a big smile on his gorgeous face. He's carrying a backpack.
"Come in. Please come in. Thanks for coming." Sue, that is so lame. I hope I didn't sound desperate.
"The pleasure is all mine. I'm glad you enjoyed my show."
Brad's viewpoint:
This lady is so classy and feminine. I remember her at the party in the back, too shy to look at the guys. She was the last person I thought would call for a private. It will be interesting to see how horny she gets away from the crowd. I love the summer dress. I wonder if she has panties on under there. I'm pretty sure I'll find out.
"You were amazing. I mean all you guys were amazing. But you were the best. Let's go downstairs to my rec room."
She is chattering nervously like a lot of women, especially the first-timers.
"Lead the way. This is your show." Down we go into the semi-darkness. There is a sofa and I see she has made an open space in front of it where I perform.
"Please sit. I'm going to have another glass of wine. Would you like a drink?"
"No, I don't like to drink on the job." She goes over to the bar. Nice ass. She pours some wine and gulps it down and pours another. She's as nervous as a cat. Here she comes and sits down on the other end of the sofa. I'll try to calm her. "Let me assure you, I am a true professional. My family taught me to be a gentleman. I'm also senior in university. Our session will be whatever you want. Everything is your call. The five hundred you transferred to me covers my nude dancing. You can touch my body. Feel free to bare as much of your body as you feel comfortable doing. Most women enjoy pleasuring themselves while I dance." Her face lit up in a big pink blush when I said that. She must be a first-timer. "That is very natural and totally okay." I see her cheeks turn redder deeply and she squirms in her seat. "I offer straight sex including cunnilingus for an additional five hundred. If you just want to do oral only on me, that is free." Whew, she has a panicky look.
"No, no. The dancing will be fine, thanks."
"I brought some Bluetooth speakers for my music. Let me set those up. The songs are on my phone. Is there somewhere I can change?
Sue's viewpoint:
I had no idea they offered sex. And the idea of me pleasuring myself in front of a young university student is insane. Cunnilingus? Just saying the word sends my head in a tizzy. My sister loves that and won't even date guys that don't do it. My ex thought it is disgusting so we never tried it even though he wanted oral sex on a regular basis. The way Brad says all of these naughty things in such a matter-of-fact manner makes them seem almost normal.
"Let me make the mood nice and sexy. I'll point these lamps at me for the dancing and turn off the overhead light. You can sit over on the sofa where it's darker and more private."
His voice is so confident and masculine. I'm glad I picked this dancer. My body is tingling as he starts the music and moves to the center of the floor. This is better than my fantasies. Being in this semidarkness on the sofa is comforting even though I know he can see me. I'm not like those crazy women at the stagette. He can dance and I'll be a proper lady, then pleasure myself in private when he leaves. I sit up straight with my knees together with wine in hand. The wine and the marijuana gummy are making me feel very good all over. You deserve this experience, Sue. Enjoy.
Oh, the music is low with a throbbing beat. His tight t-shirt shows his strong chest muscles and the tight jeans show his strong thighs and big bulge of his package. He turns and shows off his perfect ass in the tight jeans. He twerks it in such a sexy way. I love looking at nice men's bums. Brad's is amazing. I clap in appreciation and spill a bit of wine on myself. How embarrassing. I finish the wine and put the glass on the side table. He turns to face me with a big confident grin on his handsome, boyish face. He's dancing slow and sexy, stroking his chest and hips.
Oh, he stripped off his shirt in a flash uncovering his ripped chest and six-pack. My heart went into my throat at the sight. I feel my crotch wake up. He is so masculine. I pull my knees closer together instinctively.
Brad's viewpoint:
I love watching these women get horny. She is all so prim and proper but I think that ice will break. Of course, there was that one lady that stayed cold for my whole visit. But she was unique. Sue's eyes are glued to my chest. Let me flex my pecs. Her eyes opened wide at that. Good, she's responding like the other women. Let me get her eyes down below. I'll stroke the front of my jeans. Excellent, her eyes are on my crotch. There is another blush and she's biting her lip. I love it. I'm getting a chubby. Time to let her see more. Here goes. I'll rip off these tear-away jeans and expose my thong.
"Oh, my lord!"
