I really didn't think there was much that would surprise me. I'm not a kid, I've been around the block, and It's not as if I am from some place like Iowa, but I will admit, she surprised me. Popular opinion held that she was pretty hot, but kind of a freak. Even I will admit she was a little weird. They were pretty much dead on correct. I don't know what it was about her. The things that seemed to make her strange to everyone else somehow made her irresistible to me.
She found her clothes in rummage stores. She favored old jeans in strange colors and pants in curious or outright bizarre prints. My personal favorites were plaid and quite possibly a size too small. She was an attractive young woman. She was young, that had a lot to do with it. She had wonderfully large breasts and that had even more to do with it. I was continually distracted by what she would look like without her clothes on. I couldn't help myself. I would find myself walking out of my way to follow her. I would just watch her move and wonder what her pale skin looked like underneath the tight black T-shirt.
I don't generally think of myself as old. I know that I am older, I passed 40 two years ago, the same year she could legally enter a bar. I have been married and divorced, almost married a second time. I have three kids running around that occupy most of my free time. Yes, the oldest is closer to her age than I am. I never really took my obsession seriously. It is the same way I would like to drive a Ferrari or fly fighter jets. I would love to do it; it just is not going to happen. So I continued to obsess about her. Flirt with her from time to time. Lust after her each time she walked by. She didn't even think of me in the way she thinks about the boys she sleeps with, and hell, she usually sleeps with girls. Damn, the thought of that was enough to send my middle aged heart into a dangerously fast and out of rhythm state.
And so it was with little intent and only a small glimmer of hope that I asked if she wanted to hit happy hour with the team on a random Thursday night. I had asked before so it was really just a passing thought as I walked by her desk on the way out the door. When she asked where, I was caught off guard.
It was a good Thursday for drinking. It was cool outside and warm in the bar. There was a good turn out and our little group filled out an arrangement of tables in a corner. We played pool and drank beer. She flitted between the table I sat at and the one at the other end. I drank slowly; after all, I am old. The party thinned out. We vacated one table, then a second. Finally there were five of us and she was still there. As it is with most conversations Andrea and I are in, it quickly turned to sex. It was obvious. Bryan was making a play. I was mostly watching, and occasionally chiming in. It was shitty of me I know but mostly I was setting him up for failure. I was pretty sure she could tell that's what I was doing, I was pretty sure she either appreciated it or found it charming because the little smiles she was slipping me were rather pleasant and just a little naughty. When Brian took a call on his cell phone she leaned over to me.
"You know, you really have to stop talking about me banging other girls!"
"I'm sorry, am I ruining your action." It's true, inside I was giving myself a little high five.
"Ugh, no, but you are making me horny as shit."
Crap.. really... think quick... what's the next play. Hurry... hurry... play it cool. "Well, I can help you with that if you need."
"Oh shut up... but... you wanna go see some strippers?"
Okay, lets see, the choices were go see strippers with hot young freak or, I don't even think there was an or.
"Sure, let's blow this joint."
I could tell Brian was a little disappointed. I could tell April was shocked. I called for the check and we divided it up. She hugged April and somehow dodged Brian and slipped off towards the door. I swallowed the end of my beer and scurried for the door. Outside she was nowhere to be seen but as I approached my car she was sitting on the curb in front of it. I had been worried she had taken off. We pulled away and briefly discussed where the best place to see boobies was. She sat with her feet pulled up underneath her in the seat. She wished she had a short skirt. I wished the same thing.
It would end up costing me $200.00 but I would finally get to see her breasts. Her breasts and more. She got the first dance of course. It was a rather pleasant experience. The young girl was firm and well toned. She was tan with blonde hair and she contrasted rather nicely with Andrea's Goth alternative look. She pressed her breasts to Andy's red lips and ran her hands slowly along her thighs. After the dance, she sat on her lap without putting her small yellow bikini back on. Andrea asked to touch her breasts and she begged off, saying she would get in trouble. She danced for me next and it was obvious I was aroused by her little show and she spent a good amount of time pressing her ass against my erect cock through my pants. She looked longingly into Andy's eyes.
The next dancer was not as good looking. She had large rubber breast that never seemed to move. Her dance was mechanical, Andy declined her offer. We sat a couple of songs watching the stage show. We discussed the girls. We debated enhancements vs natural breasts. We had very similar tastes. It was nice. There was no tension in the air, and aside from her lovely deep red lips I almost could have forgotten she wasn't another guy sitting there but a young raven haired pale skinned goddess. Our favorite was on stage and Andrea approached her with a 20. She danced over to Andy and pulled out her G-string and Andy slid the money along her thigh and into the band.
She danced for Andy first. She was a curvy girl with a broad round ass. As she ran her face between Andrea's breasts she arched her back and the view was nearly too much. Her thighs were smooth, her calves muscular. Turning, she moved her hips between her legs and looked at me. She played with her delicious tits. The song finished and she danced for me. She was a wonderful girl. Her body was soft but firm and warm. She moved against me, between my legs. I could smell her. I wanted to let myself go but I couldn't. I was looking past her at Andrea. Andrea knew it too. I had had a good dose of whisky now on top of the beer from earlier and I couldn't help myself. I was fixated on her green eyes and red lips and the way she watched the girl dancing for me.
"Do you want to watch me with her?" The stripper was whispering in my ear.
"Yes."
"You want more than a dance, though, don't you?"
"Ha." I was flustered. What exactly do you say to that?
She finished her dance with her breast pressed to my face, her nipple brushing my lips. She was one hell of a salesman. Sitting on Andrea's lap she was not as shy as the first girl. They were whispering in each others ears and she laid Andy's hand on her breast in full view of the room. I could have been wrong but I could swear she licked Andreas lip just for a moment with the tip of her tongue.
The women stood and Andy came towards me. Shockingly, she was now sitting on my lap. Embarrassed, I knew my erection was pressed to her leg, I kept my arms pointedly pressed to the arms of the chair.
"I was going to ask if this was too weird for you." Her smile was evil, taunting.
"I don't think you can get too weird for me, dear."
"Oh, I know I can. You seriously don't have to. We can go."
"Oh, I don't want to go anywhere."
"I don't now what she has planned but she has me wet just talking about it."
"Shit, all right."
Her name was Carmen, or at least that's what she was going by. Her pale skin hinted that her real name was nothing of the sort. She pulled the top back on covering herself as best as she could then came and took each of us by the hand. Walking to the back of the club she released our hands and walked with an arm around each of us. At the curtain to the back room another dancer, this one dressed in a short skirt and miniscule tank top, took my credit card. A very large bouncer impressed upon me the importance of sitting still and not touching.
Down a dark hallway to a small room we went, pulling the curtain aside there was a booth on one wall and another chair. Carmen sat me down in the booth and pulled Andrea to her. She kissed her deeply and Andrea dared to move her hands over the dancer's body to her ass. Carmen took her hands away. I'm sorry. I touch, you can't. Clearly disappointed Andy took her hands away and Carmen undressed. Standing in front of Andy I watched her move her hands over the black concert T shirt and over her ass the plaid pants.
I was glad I wasn't allowed to move. I couldn't.
The dancer moved her hands up inside of Andy's shirt and over her breasts. Andy looked back at me with a raised eyebrow. I just smiled. The dancer went to work. Andy's shirt was pulled off and tossed to the chair, then her bra. Her breasts were truly as wonderful as I had imagined. They were soft and full, still unaffected by gravity, they pushed off of her chest and Carmen ran her tongue over the round pink nipples. She was massaging her body and Andy was breathing deeply. When she moved her hands to the waist band of Andy's trousers I thought she was going to fall over.
Her shoes sat on the floor by the chair, her pants now draped over the back. The dancer moved her head around her body touching her with her hair. Andy breathed deep and reached out her hands found Carmen's shoulders and she supported herself.
"Do you need to sit down?"
"uhhhng."
Carmen moved her towards me until she sat between my legs, I felt her body. My hands, I dint know where to place them. I looked down at the young woman and worried if my breath would ever come back. Carmen massaged her thighs and Andy held onto my knees. I laid my hands along her legs and felt her warm skin.
