I'd had my eye on the new temp, Avril, the moment she stepped into our office. Her CV from the agency said she was 24, she wore glasses that made her look very professional and innocent. Her blouses and skirts were just tight enough to hint at a good figure, and her skirts were short enough to show she had a very decent pair of legs. She was good at her job, but more than that there was something about the look in her eyes and the way she swung her thighs and her backside and set her big breasts bouncing with her strides that pressed all my buttons.
My divorce was still fresh and my sex life consisted of porn and masturbation. I'd certainly jerked plenty of times thinking of Avril! As well as porn I'd gotten into striptease. My company's office was near the city's red light district and I frequently visited the strip clubs and striptease bars storing up female bodies for my masturbation fantasies.
One evening I visited a striptease bar I hadn't visited for a while. It was gloomily lit, except when the spotlights came on over the small stage jutting out into the middle of the floor. I perched myself on a bar stool in a dimly lit spot with a good view of the stage. I was sipping my beer, savouring the memory of the last couple of girls, when the spotlights over the stage lit up, the music started and the next girl strode confidently onto the stage. At the sight of her I spluttered on my beer -- it was Avril!
She was minus her glasses, and in a little black cocktail style dress with thin shoulder straps that clung to her curves, was backless almost down to the top of the valley between her bum cheeks, and had a cleavage low cut in a deep V between her big breasts and held closed only by a tied bow. Her dress ended high up her thighs just at the tops of sheer seamed black fishnet stockings, giving a glimpse of bare thigh above with her every step, with four inch high heels at the ends of her nylon clad legs. At work she'd been in a tight top and skin tight jeans and I'd hardly been able to keep my eye off her, but in that dress she looked an order of magnitude hotter!
She strolled around the stage swinging her backside and boobs even more sensuously than she ever did in the office. Then she squatted down with her knees together and slowly and smoothly swung her legs wide to give us a full frontal display of see through black lace panties through which I could see the shadow of her dark cunt bush. She reached between her legs and momentarily pulled down the front of her panties to treat us to a peep of her bush of dark cunt hair.
I watched with a steadily stiffening erection as Avril danced to the music. She started her strip by pulling the bow between her breasts undone to let her big round melons bounce out and swing with the rhythm of her body. Next the shoulder straps were off, and she slipped her dress down her body and off and kicked it aside. The tiny triangle of her black lace panties barely covered her cunt and at the back just a black thong strap nestled in the deep valley between her big round bum cheeks gleaming under the spotlights. After a boob bouncing routine in her panties, fishnets and heels, she bent over with her back to the audience to slowly slip her panties down her long legs. When she turned, stood and spread her legs wide with her heavy breasts swinging as she rocked on her heels, my lustful eyes and I guess those of every guy in the place were locked on the inviting dark "landing strip" between her legs.
Just in her stockings and high heels she did an incredibly erotic routine, arching her body into leg spreading, boob thrusting, bottom wiggling poses as hot as any porn. She showed us every sex position I'd want to have a woman in. As a finale she lay back, folded her legs up so her knees were near her shoulders, slid her hand smoothly down her front from her breasts till her hand was down between her legs, and smoothly and rhythmically stroked and massaged her pussy to show us how she masturbated. She kicked her legs and thrust her hips, and her boobs bounced just like when a woman has an explosive climax. I guessed it was faked, but it was far more erotically spectacular than most of my ex wife's orgasms! Finally she strolled off the stage swinging her delicious bottom and thighs. But as she did, and just before the spotlights faded, she glanced over her shoulder and looked straight at me!
The next act was pretty blonde looking barely out of her teens in a red bikini scarcely worth the trouble of wearing and with her massive pair of boobs only just slung in its tiny red top, and red high heels. As I was ogling her, Avril came and perched herself on the bar stool next to mine wearing the outfit she'd stripped from. She sat with her legs just far enough apart that I could see her stocking tops and panties, and she grinned at me before she spoke.
"Hi Mr Thompson. Did you enjoy my act?"
