The Stripper And Her Fan

He had come out to play. High....euphoric. Sitting. Looking up toward legs long, arms firm, hands on the pole.

Tight ass.

Breasts firm....a perfectly enhanced 34c

A super girl.

A super dream.....climbing that pole ....inch by inch....smooth....nimble....lithe.

The music a trance.

A drink brought.

Another naked nymph straddling his one knee, her nipples within reach of his mouth.

But he couldn't take his eyes of the blonde on the stage.

She crawled that pole.

Danced it.

Thrusting.

Sliding.

And with every turn in his direction....she looked at him.

Her charcoal eyes.

She.....LOOKED at him....fucking with his sanity.

Hair tossed.

Wild.

Skin beginning to glisten from her sweat.

Her hips....a slow gyrating.

Deliberate.

Tiny small panties.....beautifully fitting....melting into her.

And then she crawled to him.

Firmly.... he unhinged the naked nymph off his knee, directing her to the knee of another.

The blonde, skin coffee toned...leaning over the edge of the stage....dangerously....he leaned forward....letting her tongue penetrate his mouth deep...his cock painfully numb....

Her tongue....deep yet non-intrusive. A sweetness of breath from her. A panting of lust from him.

Leaning slightly back....away from him. Making him unseat himself

hands on edge of stage

mouth scared to be separated from hers.

All of a sudden he felt himself being jerked back into his seat

firm muscular hands.

Security keeping him in check.

She smiled devilishly

a knowing glint in her eyes

..... still on her knees

sitting back

on her perfect bum cheeks

her outlined camel-toe

for his inspection

perfectly on display

between

her sexy legs

spread.

And in that arched

positioned

her 34c perfect nipples

like two beacons

she gyrated

thrust

....up and down....

slooooooowwwly.

Her panty

deeper and deeper

securing itself between those pussy lips.

He clutched his cock

he needed to explode.

The kiss had been administered. The look had left its mark.

His mind had tripped.

The addiction....?

To return.

A Friday evening....a frenzied hurry to get to her. A breathless stagger out of the car. Car door slammed. Irritated at the challenging Friday eve traffic.

Fumbling for his wallet, not really looking where he was going. His thoughts on how tortuous the last few days had been.

That image of a body begging to be explored

touched

praised with kisses

licked slowly

savoured.

A body to be pleasured

a body to pleasure a hot blooded male.

And as he stepped into the confines and privacy of the club, his intent to book her for a private dance was not meant to be.

Her feeding of his addiction was to take another turn.

She took him by the hand

led him back to his car.

Pinned him against the side if his car with a soft soft gentle slow kiss.

Pinned him with her semi-clad body.

Pinned him with one leg wrapped round his.

Pinned him with taking his hands and placing them on her naked bottom...peaking from under her skimpy cloth of a dress.

She unzipped his cock

free stroking it.

Other hand in the nape of his neck

gentle pressure

pushing his mouth into hers.

She felt his warmth

he needed to cum.

All of a sudden she stepped away from him. He felt as if she had slapped him. Cold water thrown over him.

And Then.....she bent down....took his hardness in her hands and kissed the side of his shaft...all the way to the tip

One side then the other side. He so fucking wanted her to suck his cock.

HARD.

She knew...but opted to slither up onto her high heels kiss him deep

...again...that tongue!

And

Off she went.

FUCK. Crazy woman!

One day he would make her his....make her moan and beg......like he knew he would too.

The night before she had waltzed away.

Leaving him gasping. So bloody hard.

And without any shame, he had wanked himself off right there in the parking lot. He didn't care who may have seen him. Sat in his car, feeling seriously stupid and drove off.

It did not deter him from returning.

Saturday eve.

He sat at the bar waiting.

Nothing.

Two hours...couldn't be. Her night off?

Despondent.

He got up to go...swivelling around....and there she stood smiling at him....near toppling on top of her.

"I was wondering when u would turn round. Been watching u." she said, turning away and walking toward the exit.

She was even more beautiful...relaxed.....t-shirt and simple knee length skirt. No make-up.

Woman.

Fuck.

What was she up to now.

She stood at his car....waiting for him to unlock....and with that she climbed into the passenger seat.

Robotically, he followed and climbed in on the drivers side...and before he could put the key into the ignition, he felt her slide over...

"Kiss me." she demanded.

Concerned, he looked around. Nobody.

And with amazing agility, the agility of a pole dancer, her skirt hitched all the way up to her crotch, she was straddling him in his seat, knees on either side of his buttocks....fuck. He needed to push the seat back.

"U want me?"

"Take me...."

And as he pushed her skirt higher over her hips, he realised nothing stood between her soft flesh and his touch.

Tonight was going to be the ride of his life.

Tonight she was going to exhaust him. Swallow all of him ....her way.

She did.

Leaving him wanting more....wet....cum all over his torso from grinding her softness gently on his tight balls whilst massaging his cock with her hands.

He had wanted her to fuck him but, she had him pinned down so that he couldn't move...the eruption was so intense all over her hands....the spasms still surging through his body...

and she?

Opened the car door....

stepped outside...

modestly re-arranged herself...

wiped her mouth dry form their wet passionate kisses....

smiled and said

"See u tomorrow sexy."

and

pissed off.

Bloody hell....he needed to remember to put tissues in the car....he thought panting

...soaking.

RB.