One evening my girlfriend, Pamela, called and said she was feeling especially naughty and suggested we find something different to do that night. I asked what she had in mind, and she said she was open to just about anything. She said she would like to go to a club, preferably a strip club, and just see what happens. I said I felt certain I could accommodate that desire and that I would be over shortly to pick her up.
I arrived at her place a short time later, and when she opened the door I was stunned with appreciation for the way she was dressed. Pamela was wearing a very tight skirt and revealing blouse, of course no bra, and I could only imagine what kind, if any, panties she was wearing. I could tell she was aroused as her pencil erasure hard nipples shown through the thin material. Her beautiful long legs were accentuated with a pair of nice heels, not too short and not too high. Pamela has natural beauty, and was not wearing much make-up, but the way she had her hair and make-up done, made her appear very sexy. Most men would consider her appearance as very erotic and sexy, without being sluty. I asked if she was ready to go and she said yes.
As we walked to my car, images of her beauty were flooded with thoughts of what events this evening may bring. I wondered how far she was really willing to go. I opened her door and helped her into the car. As she sat down on the seat, she naturally spread her legs to flash me a brief glimps of her pretty lace panties, and I felt myself begin to get aroused. She looked at me and grinned a confident smile, as if to say she was going to blow my mind tonight. I got in and we were off, off to a night that I would later learn would be one of the most exciting times of my life.
Pamela suggested we go to one of the strip clubs in Orlando since we would less likely run into people we knew if we were away from our town. I said lets just go to Rachel's since they are supposed to have the most attractive group of girls. On the way there, I could tell Pamela was beside herself with excitement, and she had said she had been so horny all day. I asked what she wanted to do, and she just smiled and said she was in the mood to say yes to just about anything. I smiled and said, "oh really". She added that her honey hole had been wet most of the afternoon, and she invited me to see for myself. She took my hand and guided it between her legs, under her skirt, to feel the wetness of her pretty panties. A wave of excitement rushed over me as the tips of my fingers caressed the moistness of the pleasure zone I had enjoyed so many times. We drove, and talked, and avoided the topic of what was in store for this evening, both of us conceding that things would develop naturally more than from a detailed plan.
As we were walking in to Rachel's, I could not help but to feel so proud to be walking in to such an establishment with a beautiful woman like Pamela. All eyes were upon us, but mostly her. We found a table near the stage, but a row back from stage front, and took a seat. Within a few moments a cute little gal came over and took our drink order. Pamela ordered her usual glass of wine, and I smiled. I know that it only takes a couple glasses of wine and she will do just about anything. There was a barrage of beautiful scantily clad women throughout the club, a far better quality of girls than what the local clubs at home house. As the gals mingled through the crowd walking past our table, they flashed sexy smiles at us both. The looks on their faces revealed that they could tell we were out looking for trouble, and they approved. Several of the gals danced and stripped before us revealing some of the sexiest bodies we had ever seen. As we finished our first round of drinks and started another, Pamela was starting to loosen up as the alcohol was taking affect, and she was becoming flirtatious with the passing girls. Somewhere between the second and third round of drinks, two young guys came over and sat at the table just to Pamela's side, but a little forward. These two guys were not Chippendale models, but looked like young professionals in their late twenties or early thirties. We really did not pay much attention to them at first, but found out later that they would play a major role in the evening.
Many of the girls had stopped by our table to see if we would be interested in a personal dance, but we had politely declined, waiting for just the right gal. Pamela was on her third glass of wine when this very beautiful brunette, that we had been admiring since we got there, pulled up a chair between she and I. She had a warm smile, and complimented us on how attractive a couple she thought we were, and entered into some very casual conversation, without giving us her dance pitch. Pamela was giddy with excitement toward this woman, Tabitha, as she was entertaining us with her every movement. It was not long before the conversation became so comfortable that we were all totally at ease, and Pamela and Tabitha were unconsciously touching each others arms, hands and legs. Pamela kept saying how beautiful she thought Tabitha was, and Tabitha responded that she thought she was pretty hot as well.
After a while, Tabitha turned to me and asked if we would like for her to give us a personal dance, I glanced at Pamela's anxious face, and replied that "I thought she would have to, before Pamela exploded". When the next song began, Tabitha stood and walked in front of Pamela. She grinned and asked for Pamela to spread her legs. The look on Pamela's face indicated she nearly came from the simple request from this beautiful woman to spread her legs. Pamela slowly spread her legs, and I noticed that the two men next to us were fixed on the sights next to them, and could have bowled them over with a feather as they were entranced with this display. Tabitha grinned, and began to bump and grind on Pamela, as Pamela caressed Tabitha's ass, legs, belly and back. It was all very erotic, and I was becoming incredibly aroused and adjusted my aching hard cock as it was confined in my trousers. I also noticed that the two guys next to us were fidgeting in their seats as well.
Tabitha buried Pamela's face deep between her perfect "D" cup tits, and Pamela grasped her ass and pulled her harder toward her hungry face. Then Tabitha turned around and bent over, thrusting her hard round ass into Pamela's face, and the skinny fabric of her little thong was tight against her private area outlining the wonder of her womanhood. Pamela gasped, and it was apparent to me she was imagining the taste of the sweet flesh that was before her. She massaged the globes of her tight ass occasionally spreading her cheeks to open the view of her delicious pussy and tight little spincter. Meanwhile, Tabitha was stroking the inside of Pamela's legs, and Pamela really began to squirm. For a few moments I was in heaven, imagining Pamela and Tabitha in a very erotic 69 position each lapping up the other's juices. Unfortunately, the song ended and so did Tabitha's show. She sat back down between us, and thanked us for letting her dance for us. We assured her that the thanks were ours.
One of the guys sitting next to us, leaned over and said that was the most entertaining show he had witnessed in a long time. He went on to claim that both Tabitha and Pamela were such sexy women and they looked so natural together. Following it up with compliments to me for having such a hot lady by my side. We all smiled and relished in the attention we had caused. Tabitha said she needed to excuse herself to change into her next outfit for the evening, but assured us she intended to come back to us. Pamela and I insisted she hold to that promise. As Tabitha was leaving our table we could not help but enjoy her wonderful backside one more time. Soon after she had left, Pamela said she needed to use the restroom, and she excused herself. It did not take long, after she was gone, for the man next to us to comment that he and his friend really enjoyed the show. We engaged in some friendly conversation while Pamela was away, and when she came back, she just joined in. We all introduced ourselves, and they introduced themselves as Mike and John. Mike was the talker, and he was trying his best to find out if there was interest on our part to hook up with he and his friend. Pamela was getting pretty tipsy, and her flirty nature was taking over, and she was really playing it up. I was certain that Pamela was sizing up these men to determine if they were worthy of our company, and this realization was very stimulating for me.