A Private Dance

Cyndi, my girlfriend, and I were out for dinner and entertainment one evening, and chose a favorite Italian (the owner will say "Sicilian") restaurant we went to frequently. She, with her 28 year old lithe body and red hair, was wearing a black Lacy dress. It came down to mid thigh and accentuated her long thin legs. To me, there is nothing sexier or more erotic than a woman who is excited, and Cyndi was very eager this evening, even suggesting some activities for later that involved her arousal.

At dinner, we sat in a small semicircular booth against the back passageway of the restaurant. Workers who knew us would pass frequently and say hello or chit chat on their way to and from the kitchen.

We dine slowly, and as the restaurant filled around us, the table across from us acquired three burly fellows who appeared a little out of their element in such a fine restaurant. We made no contact, but frequently Cyndi would look over at the table, especially at the bearded giant seated directly facing us. Now I am not a small man (I'm 6'3), but he was probably two or three inches taller, and 80 pounds heavier than my thin frame.

At one point I went to the restroom, and as I returned using the path behind our table, I noticed Cyndi focused intently on the large man at the next table, and he on her. As I passed, I slowed, looking down from behind her to where her hand was slowly rubbing the lacy panty crotch. She had her dress in place except where she had her hand, and the guy at the other table could see directly under our table to between her legs.

I leaned over the short wall behind our table, touching her on both shoulders. She jumped and quickly assumed a position of propriety, but I whispered in her ear, "I already saw what you were doing, and it's all right. You're going home with me, so tease away!" And with that, I came around the passageway to the dining room and our table.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous, but I was also turned on. I whispered to her that what she had been doing was OK but to put the napkin over her lap so passersby could not see. She looked over at me questioningly, and then smiled and looked back at the man at the table across from us. She did exactly as I had said, putting the napkin in her lap and her hand under the napkin. For the next 10 or 15 minutes we finished our dinner and I had limited view of what exactly went on under the napkin. But as we stood to leave, the gentleman at that next table asked us if we knew somewhere fun to go, they were just visiting for the weekend. Now Cyndi and I like to adventure, and one of our haunts is an upscale strip club, so Cyndi looked first at me, then at the man and said that this club was where we were going next, if they were interested in that sort of entertainment. He and the other guys seemed pleased, and said they might see us there later.

We headed there, and shortly after we arrived, one of the girls (Gage) who works there came over. She is a favorite of Cyndi's, not so much of mine, but friendly. We gave her $20 and she danced at the table for us a couple of times then sat down at our table next to Cyndi. They chatted, and Cyndi told her of our friends from earlier in the evening.

About that time, Gage - who had been facing the entryway - said "are those your friends?"

Sure enough, the three guys, somewhat more nicely dressed now, were coming in. Cyndi gave an unconscious smile, and I knew she was going to have some fun.

Gage waved to the hostess seating them (yes, it is that kind of place) and motioned to a table next to ours. The giant seated himself in the chair closest to our table, and Cyndi, and took her hand in his and kissed it, quite chastely.

"Imagine seeing you here," he joked, and we all laughed.

Gage moved around to my side of the table (all seats face the stage) and we talked of this and that. I assured her I was okay with Cyndi's flirting, and we chatted on.

Cyndi was having a quiet talk with Drew (the giant), giggling softly at things he said and agreeing with something or other. At some point, he took her hand in his, and held it across the aisle between our two tables.

About this time, a very attractive girl came to their table to ask for a dance, and one of the other guys, perhaps feeling left out, paid for three songs, one for each of them.

When it came time for Drew's song, she straddled him, with her panties firmly against his crotch and her topless torso in his face. Cyndi had to break hand contact with him while the dance went on, and scooted closer to me. "Put your hand under my dress" she said in my ear. I did, and she was soaking wet! Her eyes were a little out of focus and I don't think it was just the alcohol.

After the girl's last dance for them, she sat down between two of them for a break, some talk, and a drink.

In a few minutes she started to rise, and asked Drew if he wanted a private dance (they have rooms with two or three couches, low light, and some limited privacy). Before Drew could answer, Cyndi turned to him and said what a good idea that was, and that Gage was about to take her (Cyndi) and me back for the same thing. They were great, she cooed to him, selling him before the girl had to say a thing.

After the appropriate payment, Gage led all five of us back to one of the empty private rooms with two couches facing each other from a distance of about five feet. Cyndi and I were seated with Gage on our laps, facing the giant and his dancer. After taking off her top, she immediately unbuttoned his shirt to run her hands through his thick furry chest hair. Gage began to dance for us, but Cyndi's attention was on the couch across from us.

The girl straddled Drew, crotch to crotch, facing him, but he continued to look over her shoulder at Cyndi. At some point, I couldn't see when, the girl loosened his pants and apparently unsheathed his member. I saw the look of confusion on his face as he broke eye contact with Cyndi, then looked back just as Cyndi got up from beside me and went to sit next to him, while he was being manipulated by his dancer. Cyndi sat next to him, hip to hip, and looked for a long time where I could not see , taking a visual measure of his girth. Gage, dancing only for me now, faced them too, to see what her friend Cyndi was up to. She looked at me, I shrugged and Gage and I settled into a friction dance rhythm, both facing across from us.

Then Cyndi did something peculiar - she slid her dress up almost to waist level while sitting on the couch and pulled her lacy black thong panties up, up, up into her crotch, showing two very swollen pussy lips on either side of the thread of clothing. As we watched, Cyndi began to rub the surface of the stretched panty as she watched the dancer do whatever it was she was doing to the giant. With one hand pulling up the panties, the other slowly stroking the area still covered, she intently watched as the dancer stroked and ground, rubbed and squeezed, watching his crotch and the dancer's movements. Finally the stimulation - the dancer's actions and Cyndi's attention - had the unavoidable effect on the giant, and you could see in his face he was fast approaching a climax. Suddenly Cyndi looked up from his groin to his face and saw the look of impending orgasm. In a flash she had the dancer slide to the other side, straddled the massive man, and rubbed her panty-covered crotch on the now-revealed head of his cock. Once, twice, three times she pushed it forward across her covered clit, then back towards her inviting indentation in her panties over her (I am sure) desperate vagina. On the third slide forward and then pull back, she pushed a little further onto that large dick, and he came - thickly and with a great spasm - on himself, on her panties, and on the couch.

She, in a state of ecstasy herself, sat back next to him and, putting one hand fully in her panties, taking his paw and putting one finger of his first in her mouth, then moving it to her breast over her dress, she groped him as she wiggled that hand in her panties. I was just about to intervene after a few seconds of this when she climaxed as well, a spasm that bent her double. Intensely jealous, I stood to collect her, but she had had her fun already. Before I could do a thing, she smiled, shared a kiss with him, then took my hand and led us out of the club and home.

True to the unspoken agreement, she had come home with me, but she had really pushed the envelope. Nevertheless, I was exceedingly aroused as well as jealous, and she was just turned on, leading to some truly awesome sex.