It had been a beautiful day; the warmth of the sun was just right and the sky a beautiful blue. At the end of it I joined some good friends for a thoroughly enjoyable happy hour. The problem is that these friends are just that; good friends not more... So following such a perfect day, I need something else, something to make the evening and night as perfect as the day had been. It is always the same thing; some sun and drinks and I am ready for a long night...
As I drive home, I go by a place that is irresistible in my current state. If I can't have a warm body to touch at least I can look at a few. So, without much hesitation, I pull in and park my car. I have never been in this particular place but they are pretty much all the same; one strip joint is like any other. At least I'll be able to enjoy the presence of, hopefully, pretty ladies for a while. I admit that it's not the most respectable type of place but one makes do with what one has.
I look around the darkened room as I come in. As usual, there is nothing different on the horizon; a cross section of men either sitting alone or in small groups dotted the landscape. And another cross section, this one of scantily clad women, some walking around, others are speaking with customers. I choose a seat at the bar and order a beer. The main reason I enjoy these bars is the varying attire that the women wear. Honestly, looking at the lone stripper gyrating on stage, gradually removing her clothes doesn't do much to me. I much rather look at the half clothed ones just walking around. It is the same principle as a topless beach. It's a lot more fun to imagine the elusive flesh than to have it freely displayed for all to see. It does help that I am a voyeur and have been ever since I remember peeking at my big brothers girlfriends from the roof of our house while they skinny dipped in our pool at night.
The girls in this place were actually quite attractive and as everyone knows, it's not often the case. They all had glistening skin as if they just stopped having wild sex. There is one walking around in a cat suit that is so adjusted to her body that she doesn't need to take it off for us to see every detail of her body. Another is wearing a black bustier that is all laced up the front, kind of elaborate for here but very attractive and a mini skirt so short that I doubt she has more than an inch of material below her ass. A few others are in more traditional string bikinis and the like, but the first two have most of my attention. So I have a couple of beers and get out because I am not one of those guys who think that strippers are just waiting for a guy to take them to bed. As I drive home I try to reach a friend, in fact she is fast becoming more than that, she is usually ready for anything but once again I get her voice mail. So I ask Gwen to call me tonight if she can.
As I near home I can't help but do another detour. I opt this time for a cool bar that is a regular hang out of mine. The crowd is varied and pretty wild on some nights. On this night, since the day has been so nice, the place is packed and quite rowdy. Just the way I like it. I order a drink and start to walk around to see who is here. I end up sitting with some buddies for quite a while. They're feeling no pain and are quite hilarious with their awkward attempts at picking up women. I admit that I am tempted to also try, but their blunders quickly discourage me.
At one point I see Gwen walking around the place. She is quite beautiful in a slinky black dress that shows off every curve of her great body. It stops quite high on her thighs and goes up to a type of collar that goes all around her neck. It almost looks as if she got dressed while thinking of me. She knows that I always want her to wear a short skirt or dress, have an open back and of course: no underwear whatsoever. I really enjoy knowing that the woman I am with has but 1 or 2 pieces of clothing on and that no barrier exists. I have learned also with time that the women so attired usually feel sexier than when wearing panties and a bra. They feel more sexual, freer and it quickly becomes apparent in their behaviour. So everyone comes out ahead. I must admit that I get a kick out of influencing what my companion wears. It must be my dominant side rearing its head...
I look at her prowl the place, I love the way she moves. She is so graceful and fluid that just walking across the room she manages to attract the attention of most men and a lot of the women in the bar. I am not sure if she notices me as she walks right by and never stops. She finally sits at the bar and orders some bubbly, great choice since it always gets her in a playful mood. The location she chooses is perfect since everyone walking by her will get a great view of her shapely back and her great ass. I love her dress; it goes down low enough to show the amazing dimples she has on her lower back. I find them so sexy. It has another benefit; it is so low that it makes everyone wonder:
"Is she wearing any underwear?"
So I sit back and decide to let things unfold a bit before going to join her. It doesn't take long for men to start approaching her and, I guess, offer to buy her a drink or whatever silly excuse men use in these situations. She turns all of them away, but does spend quite a bit of time chatting with the bartender. I admit that he is very attractive and having spoken with him, a nice guy on top of it. So I start wondering, a bit dejectedly, if he might be the reason for her visit here in the first place. That would explain why she never answered her phone, she already had plans.
Eventually one of the men approaching her manages to get a laugh and an invitation to sit with her. I don't know what he said but I'd like to know for future reference since she is a pretty tough critic. I look at her speaking with him and the bartender, and I begin to think about getting out of there. But as these thoughts are going through my mind she slowly turns directly to where I am sitting and stares at me for a couple of seconds and winks. Immediately I know all is well; she is here for me even though it is not immediately obvious and she did dress thinking of me. I don't know how she knew where I was sitting since I had moved since she walked in but she obviously did. Sometimes women freak me out. How is it that they seem to know things without anyone saying anything? I think they may all be part witch. So with a sigh of relief I stay put and enjoy the show that she is so carefully orchestrating. I don't want to spoil her fun. She has always been a bit of an exhibitionist so I can't wait to see what will unfold.
That's another thing that I really appreciate; women that know what they want and are not afraid of living it out. Now that she has announced her colours to me she really starts to flirt with the man sitting next to her. From the moment we met, Gwen and I have always had a particular relationship. From the start she was my accomplice...We don't have to speak to understand each other, a look or a smile suffices.
By this time Gwen is getting much friendlier, talking with her hands, touching him as if unconsciously but I knew she is toying with him. She likes to tease, likes it a lot! They are sitting quite close together and I decide that I should be closer so I move from the table and grab a stool right behind Gwen. This is perfect, I can hear and see much better and I can even touch her if I want or need to. She takes notice of my new position and gives me a discreet smile. I can tell the champagne is starting to get to her as she is getting quite provocative, even leaving her hand lying on his thigh slightly caressing it. He is not idly sitting there either. One hand is caressing her arm and the other is doing the same to her lower back. I can tell that his caresses are not leaving her indifferent since I can see her nipples through her dress. She is getting quite excited. I wonder if it is the attentions of her suitor or the fact that she knows I am watching. Probably both if I know her at all.
From my position I can now confirm that she is not wearing anything, not even a thong. I love the thought that she could, at any moment, expose herself to anyone whether by accident or design. That fact is not lost on her either, since she can't seem to sit still. I bet she is soaking wet by now, it doesn't take much. I am tempted to check to confirm my suspicion but I don't want to break up her fun. And she is having fun. The man with Gwen turns towards the bar to order more drinks. So I take advantage of his distraction to slowly caress her back from top to bottom, even going as far as lightly stroking the sides of her breasts. I felt her press back against my touch and shudder. I also have a physical reaction to the contact. When he turns back the moment is broken and she turns slightly to face him squarely.
The conversation is mostly him complementing her, actually in a much more adroit manner than my friends were attempting to do earlier. I see his hand slowly working its way down her back, probably trying to determine if she is wearing panties. She is also actively torturing him, her hand now clearly caressing his thigh from knee almost up to the bulge that is apparent. For obvious reasons he is gradually leading the conversation towards an excuse to take her out of here.
