Many years ago, I went to a nude bar on the east coast, Kingsport, I think was the name of the town. That was the last one I ever saw, until last Sunday night. I was down in Laredo and had a little time to kill. Not knowing the town, I stopped in a restaurant that had a bar. I struck up a conversation with the bartender about how dead the place was.
He told me that it always was on Sunday night, so I asked him where he would go, if he wasn't working. He told me about the two titty bars in town. One was topless and the other was fully nude. I told him that I was a little old for those places and asked for something more normal. He gave me the names of two other places.
To make a long story short, I checked out the first regular place and it was all college kids and loud as hell. The second place was about the same. So, I drove out to the topless bar and went in for a beer.
The girls were beautiful and wore these tiny g-stings but the place was too big and the girls were too stuck up for an old cowboy like me or maybe they just didn't like old cowboys. The all mighty dollar sign seemed to rule the place and I didn't have the look of money.
I started to go on back to work but turned around and went looking for the nude bar. When I finally found it, the sign out front said, "BYOB. Bring Your Own Booze." Damn, now I had to find a place to buy a six-pack.
I ended up at a little convenience store down the road and bought a twelve pack, as that is all they had. What the hell, I probably wouldn't drink half of it but I might find someone to share with and a little extra goes a long ways.
Back at the bar, I paid the cover charge and handed the guy at the desk my beer. He passed it through a window and charged me a couple of bucks to have it iced down in a bucket. Once, I was through the main door, a cute young lady handed me a plastic number on a stand and told me that she would bring my beer to the table.
I went through a second door and stopped to look the place over. It was a long, fairly narrow room with raised seating on both ends marked VIP. I wondered about that. There were about a dozen guys and about an equal number of scantily dressed young ladies scattered throughout the room. There was a large stage with the obligatory brass pole against the back wall and an area with some empty tables on the other side of it.
There was a chunky, little dark haired girl dancing on stage as I crossed the room. She had on the usual g-string that you see in any titty bar. I chose the middle table of the three along the side of the stage and sat down.
The music ended and the MC or DJ, whatever you want to call him, started talking about song number three and the girl on stage disappeared through an open doorway in the back of the stage. The next song started and she reappeared nude.
She danced around the pole for a time and then went to dance for a guy standing at the end of the stage. I couldn't see much of what he could, but she had it right in his face.
Then the girl showed up with my beer. She spread a towel on the table and sat the beer in front of me. Not knowing what to do, I tipped her a couple of bucks. It must have been right, because she gave me a kiss on the cheek and left.
When I looked back at the stage, the dark haired girl was down flat on her back with her legs under her. Her hips were raised, humping her sex in a girls face. The girl was a customer and looked a little shocked but stayed right where she was, staring at the pussy displayed so wantonly in front of her.
I couldn't help but chuckle as she licked her lips, tossed some money on the stage, and hurried back to sit with her boyfriend or husband. She was whispering excitedly in his ear, as soon as her butt hit the seat. When I returned my attention to the stage, the dark haired girl was gone.
I opened a beer and looked around. I'd already had four beers, so I needed to take it slow and easy. As I looked the place and the people over, I noticed another sign on a couple of small rooms, with one-way glass. The sign said, "High Rollers Only." That had me wondering, also.
I went back to looking the people over, well, the women anyway. There were three or four couples mixed in with the single guys or groups of guys and even two women by themselves.
The DJ called the next dancer, after a minute or so the music started, and another dark haired girl came out of the door in the back of the stage. The first dancer coming down a set of steps to my left, still naked as a jaybird, attracted my attention.
She saw me looking and grinned at me as she shook her large natural boobs in my direction. I grinned back at her as she walked on behind me. I turned my head and watched her walk on toward the ladies room in the back corner of the place.
For some reason, I found that watching her walk naked through a room full of people was more erotic than watching her dance on stage. Anyway, she had a nice swing to that well-rounded ass of hers.
I turned my attention back to the stage and watched the next girl dance. She was not a bad looking young lady, wearing a very short mini dress, and these ridicules clear plastic high-heeled lift shoes. They must have been five or six inches tall. She was very awkward on them and nearly fell once. After that, she held onto the pole a lot.
The guy, who had told me about these places, had said the girls at the topless place were prettier. He was right, if you like the tall cookie cutter girls with the silly putty, I mean, silicone tits and reworked asses. These girls were a hell of a lot more real for my money and it was my money, after all.
No one seemed to tip during the first song and only a few during the second. Most waited until the third song and the girls were nude. The song ended and the girl turned to head through the door, taking off the mini dress as she went. Nice ass, flashed across my mind just before she disappeared.
When she reappeared with just a g-string on, I grinned and stood up. This I had to check out from closer up. Not only did she have a very nice ass but also small well-rounded titties, with what I call ski jump nipples. You know the kind that are curved and point slightly upward.
She smiled at me as she saw me approaching the side of the stage and moved over to dance right in front of me. When she squatted down, still swaying her hips, those nipples were right in my face and even brushed across my cheeks.
I found myself licking my lips and grinned. She grinned back at me and brushed them a little harder across my face. I nearly took a lick, but decided I'd better cool it, until I knew the rules a little better. I did lick my lips again.
She stood up, turned around, and bent over, shaking that beautiful ass very close to my face. Damn, I wanted to lick that even more than I wanted to suck on those nipples. I found myself chewing on my bottom lip to keep from do it. She grinned at me from over her shoulder and then pulled out the elastic band just above her left ass cheek.
I stuck a couple of dollar bills under the strap and let my fingers accidentally brush the satiny skin as I pulled my hand back. She winked at me and moved across the stage to dance for someone else.
As I sat down at the table, I became aware of the hard-on that ran down the inside of my left pants leg. I shifted my position in the low chair, trying to get it in a more comfortable position, without being to obvious.
Damn, I had forgotten how uncomfortable tight levies were with a hard-on. I must be getting old but you couldn't have told it from the bulge in my levies.
When that song ended, the girl went back stage and returned nude. I mean, nude, nude. There wasn't even a hair on her sex. I felt my manhood twitch and I got up with a soft groan as I walked the few steps to the side of the stage.
Someone else had beaten me and she was dancing on the other side. She was squatting down and leaned back on her hands, lifting and rotating her bare sex in front of this guys face. He had a smile on, as he stared openly. After a moment, she held out her hand and he gave her some money.
She stood up, looked around, and saw me. With a grin, she danced over in my direction. She didn't stop until her mound was less than an inch from my nose. Then she made tiny circles with her hips. Once, the smooth skin actually grazed across the tip of my nose. My tongue shot out automatically but not quick enough.
I heard her giggle as she moved back and turned around. She went down to her knees and then bent forward until her tits were nearly on the floor. Then she scooted back toward me working her back, making her ass rock up and down. My eyes were glued to her low-slung sex and the brown circle of her asshole. Oh God, what a meal I could make of those, among other things.
She watched me over her shoulder and then reached down between her legs and rubbed her sex for a second before holding her hand out for her tip. As I put it in her hand, my hand was only an inch or so from her sex. I swear I could feel her heat. My hand shook slightly as I moved it away from her.
Again, she winked at me, before she got up. I licked my lips and winked back. She grinned and moved on to dance for the girls that had been sitting together. Now my hard-on was in full bloom and almost painful, trapped in the pants leg like it was.
I sat down at the table, turned toward it, and adjusted my manhood to a more comfortable position. I hoped the tablecloth covered up what I was doing. It was toward the main room but when I turned back to the stage, the dark haired girl was looking at me with a big grin on her face. She winked before she squatted down and then lay down on her back, with her hips raised.
From my angle, it almost looked like she was hunching both of the women's faces, that's how close they were together and to her. She was still at it as the song ended. She sat up, collected her money, and whispered with the women for a second or two. Then she stood up, glanced my way, and headed back stage.
I was watching the top of the stairs, when she came through the curtain. She saw me looking and smiled. I figured that she would walk on to the dressing room like the last girl did, but she didn't.
She came over, sat down in the chair next to me, and started to get dressed as I watched. She turned the chair towards me and slipped the g-string on over her shoes. She was sitting well down in the chair and when she lifted each leg, she rolled the knee outward, giving me an excellent view of her sex.
To say that she was wet was an understatement. Her clit was standing up hard and proud at the top her slit. It wasn't large but it was a beautiful rosy pink, a shade or two darker than the thin inner lips spread out to either side of her slit.
Dancing nude and displaying her body seemed to turn her on immensely. Then she stood up, to pull the g-string up. Next, she picked up the dress, slipped it over her head, and worked it down to her waist. Leaving it there, she sat back down and rolled her chair over close to me.
I gave her a low soft wolf whistle and she grinned. Leaning over close to my ear, she ran her tongue around its edge for a second and then whispered, "I hope you got that little problem of yours solved, I hate to see a man in pain."
I grinned and nodded as I turned to her and whispered, "Yes, I did but what are you going to do about that flood you have going on?"
She laughed and shrugged. "Occupational hazard," she whispered back. "And you weren't helping it a bit."
"Hey, I was a good little boy," I whispered in her ear, before I licked the outline of it as she had mine.
She gave a little shiver and whispered, "Yes, you were a little too good and you are definitely not a boy, or little for that matter, from what I could see." Her hand wandered up and down my left thigh as she said the last part.
As it passed over my hard manhood, it paused and gave me a light squeeze. "Damn, not little at all and hard as a rock."
"That's all your fault," I whispered back.
She grinned and kissed me on the cheek as she gave me another light squeeze. "My pleasure I assure you. I'm so wet right now that I don't dare put my dress under me. I'd leave a wet spot if I did."
"I'd volunteer to clean up the problem but you have to work and probably have a husband or a boyfriend or two waiting for you after work," I said with a wolfish grin.
"Oh, I bet you would and could but like you say, I have to work for another couple of hours," she replied and then added with a wicked grin of her own, "I don't have a husband anymore and at the moment, no boyfriends. I do have a girlfriend and her husband for roommates."
"Hmmmm, I don't like the sound of that," I replied. "I wonder if there's a nice motel somewhere close by?"
She laughed and gave me a harder squeeze. "I think I know of one."
