Hi. My name is Annette.
It was late Saturday night and we were driving home from the nice dinner.
Eventually, we drove past an adult entertainment store.
My husband Chad said, "Let's check it out."
I thought "What the hell, we have nothing better to do."
We parked and we both went in the store.
It was a nice and clean store. It wasn't what I expected. Even the people there looked normal. They were browsing the aisles looking at porn movies, magazines, games, or sex toys. We walked around the store and I was shocked by the size of the dildos. The movies were too expensive, but it was interesting to see what it was like in there and what was available. They really had something for every taste.
Near the front door there was a sign pointing upstairs to go to the viewing rooms. We were in Las Vegas so the "viewing" could be anything.
There were two different kind of rooms. One type of room allowed the viewing of movies. The other type of room had live dancers or people behind a glass wall. It was 5 dollars to watch a movie for 15 minutes and it was 20 dollars to watch a dancer behind the glass for 5 minutes.
We talked about if we were going to go in any of the rooms, and my husband wanted to go in a viewing room to see a dancer. I thought it was too expensive and I didn't feel like watching some woman take off her clothes for 20 dollars, much less see my husband drool over one of them.
"We should just go home," I said.
"Well, how about if you see a male dancer? Chad responded.
I reconsidered the idea and finally decided to experience the viewing room.
"Thank honey," I said.
I was scared to go in alone, so my husband agreed to sit in the back to make sure I felt safe. I liked that idea so then we had to decide which room to go into. At the entrance there was a biography and picture of each dancer. There were about 6 women and 3 guys. Of the 3 guys I had to pick from, I chose the nicest looking person. One other guy looked kind of mean and had a dull sad look in his eyes. The nicest looking guy looked tall with muscular arms and shoulders. He was wearing shorts with a white tight tank top. He had short brown hair, dark skin, bright light brown eyes, and a million dollar smile. His name was Ryan. I chose Ryan.
At the counter you get to chose the person and give your credit card number for billing. A buzzer goes off every 5 minutes. It was the persons responsibility to leave the room which was on a timer. When they left the room, the charging would cease. I figure I would be in the for 5 or 10 minutes tops.
The room with Ryan had a special. You might get other surprise guest dancers. We didn't care about that though.
While waiting, I was getting excited and could feel my heart racing. I didn't know what to expect.
Ryan was in room 3 and we were to enter in 10 minutes. I got very nervous and wanted to cancel. I felt out of my element. I felt like we were going to do something dirty. My palms were getting sweaty.
The ten minutes went by quickly and the green light turned on for us to enter room 3. There was a small lounge area with chairs that was in the dark and then there was a glass wall with a lighted background behind the glass. There was a spot light in front of the glass wall on the viewers side. My husband kissed me on the cheek and then sat in the furthest chair in the back in the dark and you couldn't really see him at all. I stood under the spot light.
Then the music started. It was instrumental jazz type music which I always liked. I got nervous expecting Ryan. I am sure it wasn't his real name.
Suddenly, Ryan came out of the door in the back of the lit room behind the glass. He was handsome and he had a big smile on his face. He was wearing black shorts and a tight white T-shirt. His muscles were bulging out of his clothes and he had great legs and a great ass. His cock wasn't hard but I could tell that it was pretty big. He reeked of sex. I felt a little short of breath and had butterflies in my stomach looking at him. Ryan walked right up to me and started chatting with me. I couldn't help but look at his arms and shoulders.
"Hey, beautiful, what's your name," Ryan said. His slightly raspy and confident voice was heard from a speaker on my side of the glass. I had a microphone coming down from the ceiling too.
"My name is Annette," I said.
"And where is beautiful Annette from?" Ryan followed.
"I am from Santa Monica, California," I responded.
"I love Santa Monica. I love third street promenade... the pier... the carnivals on the beach...Venice beach. Yeah, I like that place a lot." Ryan said."I especially like the gorgeous women from there, like you," Ryan followed while raising his eye brows and smiling. That's when I blushed. Ryan was so handsome that he could pull off otherwise corny lines.
He was very easy to talk to and he was very charming. He made me giggle like a school girl when he said how pretty I was. The first buzzer went off.
I ignored the buzzer.
"Are you going to dance for me?" I asked.
"Only for you beautiful." Ryan responded. He eyed me up and down and I could tell that he liked what he saw.
I was wearing a short black skirt and a light blue tight blouse with my breasts bulging out of them. I was also wearing black leather boots that were 2 inched high heels and they went up just below my knees. My outfit accentuated my voluptuous hour glass figure. Ryan started to dance and it was a masculine way that he moved. He pretended to put his hands out to me as if asking me to dance. I pretended to give him my hand and he danced around in a provocative way. He kept making eye contact with me and I was starting to get aroused. He was like a sexual dream come true.
I looked back at my husband in the dark and I couldn't see him at all but I knew he was there.
I could feel my nipples hardening while I watched him dance.
The buzzer went off again.
I ignored the buzzer and gave the OK for Ryan to continue.
He danced more to the jazz music and slowly took off his shirt. He would rub his cock sometimes and I could see it getting harder. I was really getting turned on watching him. He rubbed his dick through his pants again and his cock bulged more through the pants. I was feeling warm at that point and suddenly my skirt and blouse felt a lot tighter. Instinctively I started to rub my hips with my palms and gyrate my hips while watching him. It was sign language that I liked what I saw and that I was getting hot and bothered.
I looked back again at my husband and didn't see any movement. He could tell I wanted some type of recognition.