Two guys I work with talked me into going to a local titty bar one night last week. I hadn't been to one since my wild and wooly early forties. I guess you might say I outgrew them. When they first mentioned it, I declined, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was free, white, and well over fifty.
What the hell could it hurt? I'd see a few young, good-looking ladies strut their stuff. I'd probably spend a little money on over priced beer and the ladies a drink or two. Hell, I might even check out this lap-dancing thing I'd heard about.
The guys headed for the bar straight from work but I told them I had to get cleaned up first and I would meet them later. It ended up being a little after eight before I got there. When I walked in, Robert and Gary were sitting at a small table near the far left hand corner of the stage and had two young ladies sitting with them. I got a beer from the bar and went over to say hello.
"We'd just about given up on you," Robert said as I got to the table. "Grab a chair and sit down, you'll like this place. The beers cold and women are hot," he added with a laugh.
I pulled up a chair and ended up sitting between the two guys at the crowded table. I spent the next couple of hours listening to the guy's bullshitting the girls and watching the dancers. I will say there were several good looking ladies working there. I even went up for a closer look and tipped a couple of them. They work for tips alone, so what's a buck going to hurt. The place was pretty crowded, with a lot more guys than girls.
A little after ten, I noticed two couples come in. They took a table to the right of ours and were laughing and having a good time. One of the guys was rather loud and looked to me to be too drunk to legally be served. His girlfriend was a tall dark haired woman that I figured was in her late thirties. She had a great looking set of legs that she was showing off to the max. Between the short black skirt, the thigh high stocks, and the high heels, she had my attention.
After a moment, I chuckled to myself and wondered what I found so interesting about this fully clothed woman, when I was in a room with a dozen scantily clad, half dressed younger women. The waitress wanting to know if I wanted another beer distracted me. I told her yes and then watched the pretty, young dancer that was on stage.
A short time after she brought me my beer, the girl with Gary left us for greener pastures and Robert's girl was not too far behind. It wasn't to long after that, that Robert and Gary decided it was time to head home. I started to leave with them but decided to stay and finish my beer. I'm glad I did.
I was almost finished with my beer, when the waitress went up to dance. She was about the prettiest young lady in the place and I had tipped her each time she brought me a beer. I figured I would stick around a little while longer and get a little better look at her. She danced the first dance in her waitress uniform and then took off the top and shorts for the second dance.
"Damn!" I whispered to myself under my breath.
She stood there on the stage waiting for the music to start, wearing just the bottom part of a very small black string bikini. First of all, she was tall. With her heels on, she was over six foot. Secondly, she was blonde, Nordic, and built like.... Well, words just can't describe her beauty.
Suddenly the music started and she moved toward the pole in the center of the stage. Just as suddenly, I was on my feet and headed for the stage. Being, the dirty old man that I am, I had to get a closer look at her. I stood at the foot of the stage, mesmerized by her as she danced just a couple of feet away. Movement next to me caught my attention and I glanced over to see the dark haired woman standing right next to me.
Seeing me look at her, she grinned, moved closer, and said, "I didn't want to come up here alone, and my boyfriend is being an ass. I hope you don't mind me sharing your dance. You seem like a nice guy and most of the others in here don't."
About then the waitress moved right up in front of the woman and with a big grin shook her tits right in her face. The woman grinned bigger as one of the dancer's nipples brushed her cheek but a hot pink blush came to her face. The dancer moved over and did the same thing to me. As her nipple touched my face, my tongue reached out toward it in pure reflex.
She chuckled and stepped back, pulling the string out at each hip, so we could tuck our dollars under it. When the woman leaned forward to look down inside the tiny piece of cloth, the blonde grinned and pulled it out a little further. My eyes were on the same spot as the woman, although I didn't lean forward. I wanted to but didn't have the nerve. From what I could see, I can tell you she was a natural blonde.
As we turned from the stage so another man could get his turn, the woman said, "If I decide to tip another dancer would you join me so I won't be up there alone."
"It would be my pleasure." I replied. "Just give me a high sign or something, so I'll know when." I grinned and added, "That'll give me another excuse to look at you from time to time."
She looked at me quizzically but did not say anything as we were right next to her table and her boyfriend was looking at us.
A little later, after about half of another beer, I went up to watch a cute little brunette dance. She was wearing a bathing suit like affair that consisted of a g-string bottom part and two narrow straps that were doing good to cover just the nipples of her large breasts. A moment later, the woman was up there beside me.
I looked over at her and grinned, before I said, "You couldn't stay away could you?" She chuckled and shook her head.
Earlier, when she had been up there, all the buttons on the light gray silk blouse she wore had been buttoned, except for the top one. Now two more buttons were undone, exposing the white satin bra that covered her left breast.
She noticed where I was looking and chuckled again before she said, "Hey, you're supposed to be watching the girl up there."
I grinned and turned my attention to the dancer, just as she slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her nipples were as big around as one of my fingertips and three quarters of an inch long.
I heard the woman whisper, mostly to herself, "Oh, my God, I'd kill for nipples like that."
I grinned but didn't take my eyes off the objects in question. The dancer grinned too, as she turned around, bent over at the waist, looked back at the woman over her shoulder, and smack her hand sharply against one ass cheek. It was as solid as a rock.
"I'm not even going to say what I'd do for an ass like that," The woman whisper and then laughed.
Still grinning the dancer turned and held out the strap on her hip for our tips. To the woman she said, "Try dancing five days a week, six or seven hours a day. It does wonders for the ass, hips and legs."
Turning back toward us, she reached up and tweaked her long thick nipples, adding, "These, Mother Nature has to supply you with."
"I've been supplied pretty well." The woman replied, "I just can't get them to stand up like that for very long or very often."
