For Bee – I think of you often.
You and Tom are out for the night together – a date – a rare occasion to be together without the kids. You have just left one of your favorite restaurants after a nice dinner that was both relaxing and exciting. You can tell that Tom is in the mood – that he wants you and is savoring the time before he has his way with you. His hands were all over you as you dressed and you almost didn't make it out of the bedroom. But the babysitter's arrival interrupted the two of you. Both aroused you wondered if the babysitter would notice the erection in Tom's pants as he answered the door. Before leaving to answer the door Tom asked you not to wear your bra tonight. Normally you would feel the light summer dress was a little too revealing to go without a bra but tonight you were convinced quickly.
As you got into the car you felt Tom's hands run over your bottom, just the thin material of your dress cover your cheeks, the thong between them was the only other item of clothing you wore other than a pair of sandals. As you got out of the truck after Tom came around to open your door you intentionally spread you legs a little wider than necessary as you slid down, giving him a view of your legs and what was between them. You thought briefly that you wished you had not worn the thong, that Tom would have really enjoyed that little surprise. As you slide down Tom embraced you in the parking lot and his hands went to your breasts, verifying that you were indeed braless, he took a breast in each hand and blatantly kneaded them as you kissed, your tongue darting into his mouth quickly.
Now, after a wonderful dinner with drinks and a bottle of wine, of which you consumed more than your share, you were in the car wondering where to go next. You discussed seeing a movie - you considered the fun you could have stroking Tom's long penis in the dark. Or maybe going to a club for music and dancing and more drinks and it occurred to you that your dress was short enough so that surely some would get a peak of your bottom as well as notice the bounce of your breasts. Or Tom even suggested parking – you were surprised that he would suggest that. The risk of being caught - of being seen as you made love to each other in the semi-public confines of the car - although well outside your community it was still a risk.
"How about here, want to go in for a minute and see what it's like?" Tom asked as he nodded across the street to the bright lights of the somewhat upscale but still slightly seamy strip club that advertised topless girls and lap dances in flashing neon.
"Are you kidding?" you asked, more shocked that offended. "I have never been to a club like that. Tom pulled over in front of the club's parking lot but did not turn in.
"What do you think? We can just see what it's like and then leave? You looked out the passenger side window at the club entrance. You thought about the 3 hours of time you still had before you needed to be home, the fact that this was something Tom had suggested that was daring and you hated to put a damper on Tom being a little more daring. And, you were excited by the chance to see Tom look at and become excited by these women – and to see if that would excite you as well.
"OK, let's go have a look." You said, turning to Tom with a smile. "Nobody knows us here. It should be interesting. And then later....." you turned to Tom and unbuttoned one button at the top of your dress and reached in a brought your left breast out, letting Tom see it in your hand. "you can tell me how I stack up."
Tom smiled broadly and his eyes opened wide. "Oh, I can tell you that already. You are the most gorgeous, sexy woman around."
You laugh, tucking your breast back into your dress but leaving the button undone. "Let's see if you think that in a little while big guy." You say reaching over and squeezing Tom's cock through his pants.
You are so secure and confident in you own sexual appeal and ability to please Tom that, at that moment Tom finds you sexier and more attractive than perhaps ever before. He quickly pulls into the club parking lot, parks and gets out to open your door. As he walks behind the truck you turn toward the door and raise your dress to the top of your thighs, exposing the panties that cover your lips. You spread your legs slightly and Tom breaks into a broad grin as he sees the view you are presenting him with. He reaches between your legs and runs his finger over your clit, causing you to jerk slightly at the sensation.
"OK, ok." You say gripping his wrist and pulling his hand away surprised at how excited you are. "Let's go see the show before we become one out here."
I think I'd rather see this show." Tom says as he helps you down. You ponder for a minute if Tom would really allow himself to become part of a public show. Would he really allow your body to be seen by any passerby, to allow his hard cock to be seen? These thoughts arouse you as you walk into the club holding Tom's hand.
Once inside the club Tom pays the cover charge and a woman escorts you to a table inside the club. The stage is elevated about four feet above the floor and on either side there are small cocktail tables set up. The bar is at the end of the stage and busy with women in lingerie picking up and delivering drinks to the packed house of patrons. You notice that most but not all the audience are men. You feel a little uncomfortable as you see the heads turn to watch you follow Tom to the table. Once seated the hostess takes your drink order and leaves.
You smile at Tom and he at you – both of you are a little nervous – a little out of your element. Both of you turn to watch the dancer on stage as she gyrates slowly to a song that has so much base in it the melody is lost. Her hips move to the beat of the base as her hands run up and down her body, clutching her naked breasts and pulling her nipples. She wears a thong – bright red matching the shade of her lipstick. You notice that she has very nice legs and a nice ass and small breasts. It surprises you how small her breasts are. She turns her back to a group of men at one of the tables at the foot of the stage and bends from the waist, giving them an unobstructed view of the thin material as it only barely covers the lips of her pussy.
Unlike most of the men you notice the woman's face. She is probably early thirties and average looking – not attractive but not unattractive either. She wears heavy makeup and you wonder if it makes her look older or younger than she is. She has a very flat stomach that she uses to undulate her crotch, her pussy thrust out at times as her legs are open. She makes her way across the stage slowly until she is in front of you and Tom. First on her knees she bends forward letting her breasts hang above and in front of the two of you. You look over at Tom and he looks at you and you share a smile. When you look back the woman is sitting and leaning back on her elbows, legs in the air held straight and toes pointed in shiny black strapped shoes. Her crotch is open and at eye level. Covered by her thong you really cannot see anything until she reached her left hand down and pulls the material to the side and flashes you and Tom her pussy. She is shaved in a strip of dark hair and her pussy lips are pink. A roar from the crowd goes up when they realize she has shown her pussy. Before you can react her show is over, the lights go off and the woman is gone.
The speakers boom "The lovely Sheila" to a smattering of applause from the patrons.
