The quintessential
I think of myself as a very lucky guy, enjoying the things that many would die for, and getting a sort of job satisfaction as a perk. True!
When two of my buddies and me decided, just for a laugh at first it was, to do a Chippendale bit for a local hen party we just did it for the fun of it, never imagining it would build to a very successful business. We called ourselves the quintessential.
True it did take a lot of courage to expose ourselves in the way the girls wanted. But give a few drinks they were well always and things happened on that first venue I would never have thought, perhaps I was just naΓ―ve, I don't know but when several of the girls demanded that we 'takes' em off' we just assumed it was a bit of a joke and they didn't really mean it. Wrong!
Rachel, a red head with abounding boobs showed that they weren't kidding when suddenly I felt hands from behind rummaging around my briefs when all at once they were down to my knees and I was revealed good and proper to the yells and squeals of all concerned, and likewise my two buddies had the same done to them by two other girls who seemed really hot for a showing.
But it was all a bit to quick and we had nothing really to show, but Rachel soon put that to rights and what happened next really started the ball rolling and with lots of happy laughter, I was enjoyed orally by most who seemed keen to take part, some you'd never imagine - looking so demure and proper; like Eileen an older woman who really did go for it big time like she wanted to swallow me whole!
Then the others were watching intently, like they were taking it all in themselves, waiting for their turn with one of us, those who hadn't had their turn asking those who had what it was like. By which time the three of us were well primed, grunts and groans from both Mick and John said they were enjoying and I certainly was.