So far I have restricted myself to writing things that could, in an extremely kind universe, happen for real. But now I think I will go for something that is nearly impossible. It is a fantasy of mine, not so much because it's public but because it's the place I first met you.
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Here again, just a few weeks after our little 'understanding' about how I spend my time at the club. I can buy dances from anyone and I do so, but I try to be... careful. Only doing what my conscience will let me live with. And I can buy a few from you as well, though I usually don't. It seems kind of futile to me. But today I do want one. It's just my luck that your set finishes just as I have bought a dance . A two for one. Hmm, what will you do? Ignore me and move along? Get angry? I hope not. But you surprise me, sitting just behind me and to my right. My hands freeze on my chair as she comes forward against me. Is she trying to get me into trouble?
Another surprise. I hear your voice in my ear- "Relax. Just remember that you can't take her home." I think she heard that and she laughs as I blush, saying- "She's right you know. You seem like a nice guy but you're just not my type."
"Oh thank God."
You both laugh and I blush a darker shade of red. Some women are so beautiful that I feel like they would just run me over, like a Mack truck. It's part of their attitude. A force of personality. Sometimes it bothers me a little.
As the second song ends, she whispers in my ear so even you can't hear- "But you do have soft hands." I just give a shy smile.
You quickly take the seat she leaves vacant, sitting in my lap and causing some mild alarm which is reflected in my face. "Ohh, poor baby. Did that girl leave you with a 'problem'?"
Putting as nice a face as I can on things I give a strained reply-"I don't consider it a 'problem'. Do you?"
Your hands give more of an answer than your words, squeezing my crotch before 'adjusting' the lump formed there and shifting to a more comfortable position. For me.
"How many would you like?"
"Two please."
In the space of a few seconds as the song ends I have formed a plan. One that I hope you will like. I move us further into the corner, taking note of where all the customers are. Howard is covering the door and there are very few customers. Time for me to have some fun. With you.
"Actually I'd like four."
"Alright. Ten dollars a piece, even for you."
"I know."
I start as I always do, my hands skim over your skin like warm kisses, your neck and shoulders, down your sides to your firm ass. I rub my palms here and even give you a little smack. My tongue is in your ear, following my breath as I tell you what I want to do to you. My fingers are more daring than usual, pausing at your nipples when they are out of view of anyone else; my fingers circle your plump nipples slowly before I pinch them hard. Do you like that?
You bite my neck in return and I hiss my response. My hands grab your hair, more roughly than I ever have here, exposing your neck to my tongue and lips. You quiet your moan just enough to avoid any undue attention and my lips smile against your throat. My hands roam your back in our embrace as your nails trace delicate lines on mine through my shirt. On my neck they raise a shiver and your response is to kiss me here and blow your breath across it. I growl a warning, spanking your ass again. I love just... playing with you. Playing together like this. It's just so fun. Sensing you are about to stand up again I grab your hair tightly again and crush our lips together, then calmly slip my tongue out to plead for entrance to your mouth. From a harsh grip to a soft stroke of your cheek, my hands contrast quickly. I don't want you so far away and you oblige, keeping your hands on my shoulders and swaying your hips to the beat. When you stand up enough I kiss your soft belly with small pecks, my hand at the small of your back.
When you turn around again I place those same kisses on each side of your tight ass. So soft, smooth and warm. You lean back again, showing me my favorite view. Naturally my hand has to follow my eyes down your centerline. Time for some more fun.
"Do you have any idea of what I am going to do to you?" I emphasize with my hands, sending them to your sensitive inner thigh, so very close to the crotch of your satin panties.
"Why don't you tell me?" You sit again, aware of my now rock-hard cock entrapped in my pants, even brushing you hand over it again. In this state that is enough to give me a flutter, my eyes shut against the sensation.
"Hmm. Well first I am going to tease you. With my mouth and tongue. My hands. All over your beautiful body. No part of you to be left untouched. Slowly in some places, racing over others repeatedly. But leaving your panties in place, my fingers adventuring there unseen. I want you nipples to be tight and hard, standing out proudly from your tits." I hazard a glance down.
"Like they are now."
Your eyes are closed, imagining that scene I think. Even that cute, so erotic nibble on your lower lip. "Umhhm."
"And as I am doing this, all the while busy hands are caressing you, the backs of your knees and thighs, your shapely legs." You are caught up in it now, only mildly aware that as I say these things, my hands are doing them. Your nails are doing quite a job on my own legs, distracting me a little, so I take them, placing them on the chair arms. Then I take each hand to my mouth and kiss each finger before returning them. You hips are not still either, grinding against the hardness your body is keeping so warm. I decide to try to ignore that for the moment.
A game before I move on to where I want to go. "Kerri."
"Uhha" I chuckle and slow my hands a bit. "Kerri, I want you to take my hand." You right hand finds mine and gives it a squeeze.
