I had known her for a few years. We had met at a local strip club where she was a dancer. She was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, 5' 3/4 inches tall (and she was proud of that 3/4 inch). Her body was awesome…small 33a, 23, 34. The first time I saw her, I was totally taken by her. I had seen her nude a couple of times and knew her pussy was shaved. Her dancing was something to behold. She was amazing the way she moved her body. We had become friends over the years, and I would sit with her and talk for hours. A couple of times I actually got to caress her breasts but felt guilty because I knew she wasn't that kind of woman.
I would have never thought we would see each other outside of the club, but one day she got my e-mail address from a mutual friend and sent me an e-mail to let me know she was hooked up on the Internet. We sent e-mails back and forth…jokes, stories and stuff and continued our friendship.
One night at the club, I asked her if she wanted to sit with me. She told me that her boyfriend had run away with another woman, and she would not be good company that night. I told her "Oh hell, just come sit with me, I understand." We sat there for a while. I could tell she was torn up inside, so I cracked a bad joke and got her to laugh and smile. She had to get up to dance, so I went to the stage and watched her. I held a tip for her, and when she came over to get it, I made a gesture in reference to the bad joke and cracked her up again. After her set, she came back to the booth, cuddled up next to me and thanked me for making her laugh.
Being a good friend, when I got home, I sent her a few e-cards to cheer her up. The next day, she popped up on Instant Messenger after she had read her e-mail, and she sent me a message thanking me for the cards and being a good friend. We chatted for a while, and then she asked if I wanted to come over to her place and watch a movie. I got her address and headed over. I would have never thought I would be going to meet her at her house.
We were sitting on her couch watching the movie. She was on one end and I on the other. She ask if I wanted a Coke or something. I said sure. She went to the kitchen and got the drinks. When she sat back down, she sat right next to me. She laid her head down on my shoulder and thanked me for coming over. She told me she did not want to be alone right now. As we watched the movie, she asked me if I would rub her neck like I used to at the club. As I was caressing her neck, she commented on the fact that I had never made a sexual pass at her at the club and thought I was a gentleman because of that. I mentioned that a couple of times my fingers had roamed over her breasts, and she said, "Only because I wanted you to."
After a few minutes, she sat up and pulled her sweatshirt off. Underneath she had on one of my favorite outfits…a little sheer black cropped top. I continued caressing her back for a few more minutes and then let my other hand come up and begin caressing her breast. Feeling her nipple harden to my touch was such a turn on! I leaned over and did something I had wanted to do for the longest time…I gently kissed her neck. She turned her head and smiled. I moved my lips up and gently kissed her. Her tongue parted my lips and began to explore my mouth. My soft caresses of her breast became gentle squeezing as our tongues explored each other's mouths. I felt a moan escape her lips.
Breaking the kiss she whispered in my ear, “I have something I want to do for you." Grabbing my hand, she turned off the TV. Standing up, we walked over to the stereo, and she turned it on. Then we started to dance, swaying sensuously to the music. I did not realize it, but she was leading me to a chair on the other side of the room. She sat me down and whispered in my ear that I had never had a lap dance from her, and I definitely deserved one tonight. Stepping back, she started to sway and gyrate to the music, slowly sliding her running shorts off, revealing a very sexy G-String.