I was standing next to my car, hanging onto the open door tentatively. I compulsively played with my keys as I shivered in my short black dress. He looked at me expectantly.
“I’ve changed my mind, Ron,” I said in a small voice. “I can’t do it. It’ll be weird! What if I’m the only girl? Maybe we should just go…”
He sighed, and said in an exasperated voice, “You’ve been talking about this for ages. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. But I think you do.”
I felt my resolve stiffening. I was going to be brave. I was going to be sexy for my lover. I locked the car, closed the door, resolutely straightened my dress, and grabbed Ron’s arm. I flashed my ID, walked by the bright lights, and we were there. I was at my first strip club. It may not seem like a big deal, but I had been having bisexual thoughts for a long time. I had seen girls in the locker room and at slumber parties, but I had never seen a naked woman showing off her leather-encased pussy. It was a big day.
We walked in to a large area of tables and chairs, and two stages at either end. We sat for a while, examining the various women as they walked by. I felt my pussy grow wet in simple adoration for these women with such beautiful bodies. We decided to move closer to the stage, to get in on the action.
The next song started, and a bottle blond swaggered off the stage. The next girl was up, and the moment we saw her, our hearts started beating a little faster. She was hot. She was the kind of girl that other girls hate, and that guys are scared of. She was dressed in black leather thigh high boots and a small black thong. She looked like she wasn’t to be messed with. As she moved her body around the stage, she swung her shoulder-length black hair and writhed around on the pole. She was coming towards me. I was intimidated, and amazingly tingly. I am not a meek girl, but I don’t tend to wear leather. This chick was a different kind of hot than my kind, and this was a hugely intriguing, as well as amazingly sexy.
She moved towards me, and picking up a dollar bill, whispered “Take it from me, baby,” as she put it in her mouth.
I hesitated for what seemed like ages, until my boyfriend pushed me forward anxiously. Tilting my head, I opened my mouth and felt the bill against my tongue. I could smell her feminine scent, the heat of her mouth, and her soft hair touched my face. An audible gasp was heard among the neighboring men as we came centimeters from a kiss. She smiled at me, half lustfully, half tenderly.
“Mmm, baby, that was hot!” Ron whispered. “What did you think?”
“I think I’m confused about my sexual orientation!” I responded. “It’s amazing to be so close to a woman. So much softer than with a man.”
“I think she has something for you, baby,” Ron said. She had been looking over at me throughout her song, but I was skeptical.
“She sees tons of girls here all the time. Girls hotter than I am!” I responded. “It’s her job to make people feel wanted.”
I would find out that evening that I was very wrong.
Her number soon ended and we wandered to another table, sipping Cokes and talking convivially, enjoying the experience we were sharing. We had discussed whether or not I would get a lap dance, and although I was hesitant, I wanted to feel a woman’s touch again. We were debating back and forth when SHE walked by. Ron took the initiative, tapping her on the arm.
“Excuse me,” he said, “would you mind giving my girlfriend and I a lapdance?”
“Sure,” she responded with a friendly smile. “Go sit by that curtain. I’ll be out in a minute.”
Since each dancer gave lapdances for two songs, we decided to split the dance. She came from behind the curtain, and introduced herself as Paris. We told her our plans, and looking us both up and down, she quickly acquiesced.
It was Ron’s turn first. I have to admit that I was a little reluctant to have another woman put her hands all over my boyfriend. That was until I saw the look on his face as she performed her dance. She caressed his face with her breasts. She bent over in front of him, displaying her perfect small, round ass. She ran her fingernails up and down his legs, across his chest, and through his hair. His mouth was hanging over and his eyes were glazed. I was doing the same. I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on to see another woman on my man. Just his look made me wet, as I could tell how much he was enjoying it.
It was then my turn. She could tell I was a little nervous. She sat next to me, and we talked idly for a few minutes. Thus relaxed, she got between my legs and began running her hands up and down my legs.
“Very smooth,” she commented. “Very sexy.”
This was definitely going well. I felt her soft breasts against my face, wondering in the scent of her beautiful femininity. She rubbed her cheeks against mine, as she ran her hands up and down my body. It took all my willpower not to embrace her in my arms. I had often wondered what it would be like to touch the soft bodies of the girls in my gym classes, what it would be like to make soft love to a female classmate. I was now satisfying a little of my curiosity. I pried my eyes off her body and looked up to see my boyfriend salivating, his eyes heavy with lust. Looking around, I saw that quite a few men in the area were in the same condition.
She rubbed her ass on my pussy, she rubbed her leather-clad legs against my bare legs. Her scent was intoxicating, and her smooth skin writhed so tantalizingly close to my hands and lips.
The song ended. I couldn’t have been more disappointed. She stood up, and as we slipped her a few bills, she whispered, “You two are a very sexy couple. Thanks for the good time.”
We decided to leave on this high note. On our way out, a bouncer caught Ron by the arm. We exchanged an alarmed look, until the bouncer said, “Paris asked me to give this to you.” He slipped a piece of paper into Ron’s hand, and added, “You’re lucky. She never does this.” He winked as he told us good night.
We waited until we got outside to read the note. It read: “Meet me here at 1 am. I’ll be done with work then.”
It was 15 minutes ‘til, so we decided to wait in the warmth of the car. The minutes seemed to drag by. At 1:02, there was a knock on the window. I unlocked the doors, and she climbed in the back of my car. She was now wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a great red tank top that really accented her complexion.
We exchanged pleasantries, which were surprisingly without awkwardness. I think we had all felt a connection at the club, as unusual as that sounds. The only tension in the air was sexual. I could see a huge bulge in Ron’s pants, and maybe even a spot of wetness.
She immediately took control of the situation.
“We can go to my place,” she said in a smooth voice.
I pulled out of the parking lot, and as I did so, I felt hands on my neck.
“You look tense,” she whispered.
Caught in the spirit of things, I reached over to caress Ron’s bulge. He moaned quietly, and moved his hand to my breast. His gentle squeezes made my wet pussy even wetter.
“We’re close,” Paris noted.
Ron and I winked at each other at the pun.
“Turn here. That’s my apartment right there.”
I parked, and we walked up the stairs to her door. Her living room was cozy and intimate, appointed in dark colors but with sparkly Christmas lights all around. There was a large, black leather couch in the center of the living room, with a shaggy dark purple rug lying in front.
“Have a seat,” she said in a warm voice. “I’ll get us some drinks. Beer okay?”
Ron and I nodded yes, and got comfortable on the couch. While she was gone, we exchanged looks of total disbelief. Here we were, acting out a longstanding fantasy with an incredible hot stripper who wanted us. It seemed like it couldn’t get any better. She walked in, beers in hand, and sat directly between Ron and I. We started drinking, and after a few more, began to talk like old friends. By now, Ron’s arm was over her shoulder, and her hand was on my thigh.
Then all of the sudden, it got quiet. I noticed her nipples penetrating the cloth of her sweater, which clung tightly to her curves.
“I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said, with impatience in her voice. “I want to finish what we started.”
And with that, she leaned forward, and kissed me full on the lips. The force of the kiss caught me by surprise. She had her arms wrapped around my neck, and was pulling me close. Her lips were so tender, so moist. Lost in the sensuality of the moment, I didn’t even realize until I felt a cold breeze that she had slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and had pushed it down to expose my full breasts. My nipples were erect by this time, and she reached her hand up to gently tweak one. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and stood up, facing us. I wondered if I had done something wrong until she pulled her top off, exposing her full B-cup breasts. Her nipples were pink, and they were completely erect. I salivated at the thought of their smoothness. She then wriggled out of her jeans, exposing her smooth thighs and the small black thong from the strip club. She was also wearing the same leather, black thigh-high boots.
Looking me straight in the eye, and standing almost naked in the middle of the room, she asked, “Have you ever been with a woman before?”
I shook my head.
“Oh, good, I’ll be the first then,” she said with a smile. She dropped to her knees in front of me, and without breaking eye contact, dragged her fingernails lightly across my thighs until she reached my red thong, and then eased it off my body. The smell of my pussy was easily discernable, and I could feel its wetness seeping down my thighs. I had completely forgotten about Ron until he gasped with amazement at the sight of her crouching between my legs. We looked at him at the same time, and smiled lewdly. He had his dick out, and was leisurely stroking it. A visible shiver ran through Paris and I as we contemplated his hard, huge, dick ramming in and out of our pussies.
She turned her attention to the pussy at hand, and licked her lips. She suddenly dived in, her tongue going straight for my clit. I could feel her tongue darting around between the pussy lips, licking up and down from my hole to my clit.
“Uggh, oh shit.” I moaned loudly, flailing a bit in my pleasure.
