We were back at a stripclub. I was wearing a really short skirt, and the black top I got for my birthday (big tits, small waist, you said?), stay up stocking that ended just below where my skirt finished, and high heels. You couldn't take your eyes off me, until this one stripper caught your attention...and mine. She had nice, firm tits about my size, and her pussy was completely bare. Her hair was black, and her eyes a bright blue. She really got into her dancing, and both of us were pretty excited when she was done. Of course, the fact that I was stroking you through your jeans probably didn't help you none! ;)
After her dance was finished, I went to the bathroom to dry myself off, since she'd made me so wet I was afraid my juices would start running down my thigh. While I was gone, you went to the stripper and asked her whether she'd be willing to do a lap dance for me, while you watched. She agreed, and when I came out of the washroom, she took my hand and pulled me to a dimly lit room, where you waited, sitting in the corner. She pushed me down into a chair, and as the music started to play, she started swaying to the beat. The way I was sitting, all I could see clearly were her gorgeous tits in front of my face, with their tightly puckered nipples....ooh, did I ever want to stick out my tongue and taste.
I looked into the corner, a little nervous about what was going on. I could see the lust burning in your eyes, and it added to the erotic sensations playing throughout my body. My attention shifted as she turned around to the music and bent over, giving me a full view of her ass and pussy. Oh wow. Then she straddled my lap, and started grinding against me. I thought I would faint, the stab of lust stabbing at my insides was so strong. I could feel the muscles in my pussy tighten, and my cunt getting so wet, without even really touching me, she had me on the edge of cumming. As the beat from the music beat louder in my head, I threw back my head, and let out a moan as I came. I looked over to you, and I thought for a second that you looked like you might join me.
She got back up, a satisfied little smile on her face. After the dance, she came over and sat with us. I asked her, curious, how she manages to keep her pussy so bare of hair without pesky ingrown hairs and razor rash. She answered that if we stayed in town that night and rented a motel room, she'd show us.