Let me begin by saying a little about myself. First, I am a 32 year old recently divorced woman, but at the time this story took place I was 30 and still married. I had never had a lesbian experience, and quite honestly I had never even consciously entertained the idea. I am 5'6" tall with short brown hair and green eyes. I try and keep myself in good shape but I could probably stand to loose about 15 pounds, my breasts are rather cumbersome at a 38D, my waist narrow, my tummy nearly flat, and my hips nicely flared.
At the time this story took place my husband Jerry and I had been having some troubles, and he had moved out for a "trial separation." We never got back together and this story should shed some light on the reason why. It was May and I was set to attend a Jack and Jill party for a close friend of mine. I got my sister in law to watch my daughter for the entire night, so if I had too much to drink I wouldn't have to drive home. It had been a long time since I had gone out with out Jerry or Brianna so I was ready to have a good time.
The party started out pretty tame, with every one standing around talking and drinking. Some of the guys started a card game and we all seemed to be having a good time.
By 10:00 most of the older people had gone home, and the rest of us were feeling little pain. About this time the entertainment arrived and started setting things up. The entertainment consisted of two strippers, one guy with a fabulous body and a short blonde woman who was every bit his equal. They arranged the chairs in the room in a large oval that took up nearly the entire dance floor of the banquet hall. Everyone began to sit down, with all the men at one end of the oval, and all the woman on the other side, and as luck would have it I was in the middle, sitting next to my friend Gail to my left and one of the guys at the party, I think his name was Roger.
The strippers started out by doing a little erotic dance on the middle of the floor and as they bumped and ground their bodies together they began to remove each others clothes. It wasn't long before they were both down to a g-string and then they started working the room. Dan, the male dancer started with me, and as he walked up to me he took my hands and placed them on his chest, which was hard and muscular with out an ounce of fat. He was smooth shaven and his hips were gyrating to the beat of a top 40 dance song. My hands were sliding all over his muscular body going from his chest to his arms, then down to his hard ass. When my hands reached his ass he climbed up onto the chair with me, the bulge from his manhood just a foot away from my face. By this time I was clearly flushed, and his hips began pumping closer to my face. In a moment of sanity I reached into my pocket and pulled out a 10 dollar bill and slid it into his g-string. Satisfied, he thanked me and climbed down moving over to dance for Gail.