I think everyone feels their lives are normal and no one pays much mind to what normal even is these days, but this past summer took normal to a whole new level for me. I never imagined a life like this, not in a million years, but after living it, I wouldn't trade it for the world. I better explain a few things to you and then you'll know what I mean. I'll start off with who I am and the other two people who changed my life and then tell you our story.
My name is Leah and I'm thirty four years old. I've been divorced for four years. I am five foot seven and in great shape. I have long blonde hair to the middle of my back, not natural, so sue me. I have light, blue eyes and full, pouting lips. If I had to say I looked like someone famous, I'd say it was Charlize Theron. The big difference between her and I, is that my tits are bigger and real, a nice C cup to be specific and they are capped with dollar sized aureola and nipples in a dark pink. I have a great body, because I dance very regularly.
I'm a stripper, or exotic dancer as I prefer. My ass is firm and tight and my legs are long and smooth. Because of my profession, my pubic hair is gone as well, leaving me nice and clean looking. I like to dance and doing it for a living is a nice way to have fun and get paid very well to boot. I live a good lifestyle and don't drink very much and only smoke the good herb. I don't do any other drugs and don't like those who do. My stage name is Synthia, and most men do that, want to commit sins with me. I love the tease and do my best to give them their money's worth. One rule I always followed, never date a customer.
The second person I want to introduce you to is Brian. He is forty two and six feet tall with short, light, brown hair. He has a great body from working out regularly, but not muscle bound. His eyes are deep blue and a smile to melt your heart. He is divorced and has a twelve yr. old son, who he adores. His physical attributes include a nice eight inch cock that never seems to stop pleasing, and fingers and tongue that drive me wild with pleasure. He is a very talented man with his hands in other ways as well. He renovates houses and old cars, one of which he's doing for me. A beautiful 57 T-Bird, done in champagne pink.
The third person to make my summer wonderful is Megan. She is thirty four and about the same height as me, give or take. She has long, wavy, chocolate brown hair and eyes to match. She is slimmer than me and has perky, B cup tits with light, brown aureola and nipples. Her nipples are much larger than mine. They grow to the thickness of pinky fingers and at least an inch long. Her hips are womanly wide from two kids, and her legs are long and slender. The firmness of her ass has diminished somewhat, but still feminine and sexy. She too has a wonderful smile that melts your heart and mine was melted soon after I met her.
Let me give you a bit of history how we all met, then I'll tell you how we came together.
I was dancing the early shift one hot summer day two years ago, a Tuesday to be exact, when I saw a guy walk in half way through my second song. I watched him find a table not far from the stage and sit down. He ordered a drink and turned his attention to me. The first thing I noticed were his eyes. They seemed to be staring a hole into my soul. As soon as he saw me look into his eyes, he smiled warmly at me and I knew I wanted to meet him as soon as I was done. I finished my second dance and picked up my bra and shorts. I got my blanket and removed my G-string. I spread my blanket as close to the end of the stage nearest him and waited for the last song to start.
I sat down and looked at him briefly as the song began and then went into my routine. I like to move as sensuously as I can and tease the guys with a peek at my pussy and then run my fingers over my lips seductively. Even though the other men were appreciative of what I was doing, I was really doing my act for this handsome stranger before me. He looked at me with a smile on his face and interest in his eyes. I felt like giving him a good show and looked at his eyes as I danced. He watched with rapt interest and didn't look away the whole dance. I finished to a big applause and left the stage.
After changing back to a G-string and scanty top, I went onto the floor to meet him. I went towards the table he was at and he was gone. My heart sank somewhat and I wondered why I felt that way. He was just another customer, but I wanted to spend time with him and hopefully do some dances for him in private. I walked around and had a few guys ask me to sit and drink with them, but I've met them and know they're just looking for a feel and chance to bed me. I had just sat down with an older gentleman, around fifty, and we had ordered drinks, when I saw him return. Damn, he had gone to the washroom. I should have waited. The man asked me to do some dances for him, and as that's my business, I went to the lounge in back.
As I passed, I caught my man's eye and leaned in to tell him not to leave, that I'd come back and sit with him when I was finished. I did three dances and thanked the old guy. He was a nice guy really and enjoyed looking at me. He never tried to molest me like the young guys did and I was grateful. I quickly left and went back on the floor to meet this handsome stranger.
I saw him playing with his glass, not really drinking or paying attention to anything. Even the dancer on stage never got his attention and she was a hottie. I knew she was, because we had done some dances together on stage, pretending we were doing each other and more than once I wished it was for real. I might fantasize, but I don't do it with women, though she would be an exception to the rule. I walked up slowly to him, taking in his features and admired the way he looked. He had the kind of looks I was attracted to in a guy. I stood beside him and gave him my warmest smile.
"Hi, mind if I join you?"
He looked up at me and his face broke into that heart-melting smile of his.
"Hi. A pleasure."
He actually stood and held a chair for me. Holy Shit, a gentleman! I sat and thanked him and asked how things were going.
"I was just heading home and felt like having a beer after work and this was on the way."
I was glad he did, he was just the type of guy I wanted to meet.
To get right to it, we spent the rest of my shift talking and I even did a couple of freebie dances for him. I really liked him and could tell he liked me too. As I said before, I don't date customers as a rule, but I hoped he would ask me out before he became one. A customer is a guy who comes in regularly, not a one time thing.
