My best friend is a stripper. She's good at it too. I mean, if the money she makes doing it is an indicator, she's really good at it. Of course she is. She's fucking gorgeous. Melissa is what I call long and lean. She is 5'9", most of that being her legs, thin but fit, long brown hair and big pretty green eyes. She's just about every guy's fantasy and probably most girls too. I fantasize about her. She doesn't know it though.
I'll tell you my favorite. I go see her dance at her club. She's gorgeous as always and while she's dancing on the stage, she's staring at me. Except for a tiny black thong, she's completely nude. Barefoot, naked, her hair is wet and her body's glistening with sweat as she's dancing and swinging around on the stage. God, she's sexy. But she's dancing like it's only for me. At the end of her routine, she crawls across the stage to me, pulls me close to her and kisses me. This isn't just a friendly brush of the lips. She opens my mouth with hers and devours me. I stand up and crawl up onto the stage with her, never breaking our embrace.
We're both kneeling, still kissing, and I slide my hand up her back. Her skin feels incredible, so soft, so smooth, so warm. She holds my face with both hands and leans further into me, crushing her bare chest against my body. My mind is empty of everything but pure ecstasy as she slides her hands down my neck and shoulders. She cups a breast in each hand, as she squeezes, I can feel it all the way to my sex. She rips my shirt open and grabs my bare breasts as buttons go flying all over the stage. We meet in the middle for another passionate kiss.
