Wow! I couldn't believe it. My girlfriend, Isabella, an amazing girl, yet one whom if you were to see her on the streets, you might think she was one of those stiff ladies. Normally she's businesslike, commanding, straight and narrow. You know the type!
But, tonight... We were at dinner and we were discussing what to do. We had a late dinner, as she was busy in the office and couldn't get out late until her projects were caught up for the weekend. I myself had the evening free and was just ready to sit down and enjoy her company.
Now, Isabella is stunning, and even when she wasn't my girlfriend, I certainly thought so. Tall, thin, with shoulder length light brown hair and blue eyes that can either stop you right in your track or can give you a hard on that will hurt for a week. As we were laughing over some hot wings and some terrible sports announcing on the television over our booth, I asked her what her plans were for the night.
She smiled and said "Something I've thought about for the longest time", then crinkled her nose in a cute, yet mischievous manner.
I continued to inquire and she told me I would just have to wait and see.
It was terribly mysterious and almost worrisome as I sat in the booth, eating my dinner and thinking of the possibilities. I knew for certain what I wanted, which was to feel my hands along those shapely thighs, slowly curling my fingers under her mid length skirt, praying to find out she was wearing stockings and not panty hose. But wait; let me get back to reality here.
Isabella sat across from me, wearing a black skirt. Not too long. Not too short. That skirt was just right. Beneath it, she wore a pair of black hosiery that complimented her athletic legs. I couldn't tell if they were stockings, or leggings, or pantyhose, but hey, I am a man, and none of that really matters. I still can't tell the difference between yoga pants and leggings. I just know how they frame an ass!
Above the skirt she wore a red sweater with a black cami barely covering her cleavage. Oh that cleavage... Her breasts are perfect. I always thought a C cup was perfect, but, these.... Wow! They are the most perfectly shaped small D cup, tan like the rest of her body, and covered by the most wonderful thick nipples. If I were to describe them, I would have to say they are the perfect size of a gum drop.
We soon left the eating establishment and I opened her door. As she slipped into the car, I tried to sneak a peek as to what was under that skirt, but I was disappointed. Isabella knew exactly what I was doing as my eyes met hers and that wonderfully infectious smile came across her lips.
I climbed into the car, turned it on, moved my hand to her thigh and began backing out of the parking lot. Her own hand started moving up my thigh and her fingers lightly brushed against the tip of my cock. An immediate shock followed as my manhood jumped and began to fill with that familiar warmth.
Isabella started slowly stroking me thru my pants as she gave me turn by turn directions, leading us to an area just outside the city. I hoped against hope she had a nice park in mind, as I seriously needed some relief.
As we drove by one of the Gentleman's clubs my mind wandered a bit and suddenly she squeezed hard, nearly causing my knees to rock together for protection. She laughed and told me "Turn in there" indicating the club.
I was suddenly a bit nervous. My girlfriend, the love of my life, wanted to go into a strip club. Now, I'm a guy's guy. I know when a beautiful woman walks by. I look. But, when I'm with her, I wear the biggest blinders a guy could ever see. She's perfect. Me being careful, respectful, well, that keeps me with the perfect woman. So, now, as I thought of all those breasts, all that exposed skin, I knew I was going to have to concentrate hard on not looking!
We entered the establishment, greeted by some skinny little bouncer guy wearing a tuxedo shirt and hair that should have been cut about three years ago. I paid for us both, but he returned half when he looked up and saw Isabella. Hell, I would have too.
The place wasn't crowded, and as I slowly walked in, Isabella asked where the best place was to sit. I chose a table just off the main stage. Not too close. Not too far away. Just right.
It wasn't 30 seconds before we were approached by a beer maid, her body clad scantily, but, not exposing anything fun. I ordered a soda, knowing I had to keep my wits about me. Isabella ordered an Apple Ale, but, secretly, I was hoping she ordered something a bit harder, so she would forget any transgressions I may be guilty for in the future.
The first song started, and honestly I can't remember what it was, but I remember the dancer. She was of medium height, probably 5'9" with the 5" heels on. She had a slightly thin build, with her arms and legs a bit toned, as though she worked out a few nights a week off the stage. She had long, longer than shoulder length dark brown, almost black hair and blue eyes.
Her skin was just slightly tan, not natural, but not overdone as you see so many do these days. Her cheekbones were high and almost had an eastern European look. Her smile was white and perfectly straight, giving away she wasn't just some completely poor girl off the streets, but someone who had a background, someone who likely enjoyed the work she was doing.
She was dressed in a white baseball uniform. Except the jersey was about 3 sizes too small and the pants, well, they were some of the tightest shortest pinstriped shorts I've ever seen. Her name was Jazmine.
Jazmine danced for a solid two minutes, rubbing against the pole, teasing the buttons on that red and white jersey, and slamming her red stilettos on the stage. Guys came up, one at a time, and threw dollars on the stage and she smiled, hugged them and kissed each on the cheek.
As the song began to wane, Jazmine looked out on the crowd and found Isabella, whom I had not forgotten about, but was actively avoiding so any jealousy that might happen might skip over me! As their eyes met, both smiled at each other, and Jazmine began to unbutton that wonderful team wear. I saw her lick her lips as she grabbed the pole and turned looking right at my girlfriend's cleavage.
The song changed to some nearly hypnotic Moby song and she stared right at Isabella as her top fell off. Below that shirt was a pair of young round breasts. Barely a b cup, but obviously aroused as her nipples stood proudly off those small globes.
A few more guys moved to the stage, some with their dollars in their hands. Some laid their dollars out in front of them. One guy, obviously a douchebag, had his flat brim hat on backwards and leaned across the stage with his dollar in his mouth. I like to inwardly laugh at those guys, but hey, someone must think they are cool.
Jazmine removed her shorts, shaking her ass toward our table as they slid down, exposing the red lacy thong beneath. Isabella took a long pull from her drink and she took in the site. She caught me watching and smiled my way, letting me know she was having a good time.
Over the remainder of the song, Jazmine took all that money and spent attention on every male who had approached the stage. As soon as the last notes played, she grabbed her money, her clothes and padded quickly off the stage. I'm not certain, but I was pretty sure she stole a glance at our table again.
As the next dancer approached the stage and began cleaning the pole, we were approached by a rather hideous older woman dancer who should have been wearing a lot more clothing than she was. She asked if we wanted a private dance and I politely declined. As soon as she left the table, Isabella laughed and we began a conversation that was light and fun. I started feeling more comfortable and several minutes had passed when I felt someone walk up behind me.
Jazmine asked if she could sit with and I looked at Isabella who nodded emphatically while grabbing another beer from the bar maid. Jazmine and Isabella introduced themselves to each other and then Isabella introduced me. We sat and had a pleasant conversation about pretty much everything.
After another beer and a good half hour conversation, it looked like they were becoming lifelong friends. I also noticed that Jazmine's hand had crept across the table and was lightly stroking Isabella's. Isabella's eyes had turned from her normal bright blue to a teal color, something that only happens when we have sex.
The girls soon began giggling and whispering in each other's ears. I completely felt like a third wheel, but, I was also enjoying watching the interaction. I started to also detect some awesome sexual tension between the two as I watched them playfully flirt with each other. My penis also noticed as it was slowly hardening under the table.
Pretty soon, Jazmine took off her top and shorts. She was left only in the red bra and thong she was wearing earlier. She moved over and straddled Isabella, who had pushed her chair away from the table. Isabella turned and smiled to me "this is my first lap dance!"
I smiled and watched the two as they smiled at each other and Jazmine seductively moved across Isabella's body. As the music played in the background Jazmine started to become more sensual as she began deeply grinding her pelvis across Isabella's thighs. I watched Isabella's eyes start to close softly and her lips purse outward as she became more aroused by the dance.
