DISCLAIMER!!
First, a comment: Anyone still reading will note that I have turned off all comment/reply options, due primarily to the unending comments by a bunch of trolls that are, for some unfathomable reason, at Chapter 9 still reading a story they profess to despise. To them I say: Nobody is holding a gun to your head - for God's sake quit reading and get a life, you sorry creatures! I don't want to be the cause of your misery, but I'm not quitting either. Please don't feel any obligation to read any further.
Now, about the story:
This is a very long and winding story which chronicles Adam's awakening to a broader sexuality and sensuality, and it explores a number of different types of relationships as it goes along. We are probably about 10% of the way there at this point. By request, I am posting longer segments, but for several personal reasons that is the best I can do. I will not be posting the whole thing at once.
This story will contain some relatively long sex-free segments; as such it is not a pure masturbation fodder type of story, but there are thousands of wonderful short stories that people have created and posted here which serve that purpose extremely well. Adam's Journey has lots of sex, but it is not all sex.
Sorry about the long disclaimer. I wrote the story purely for fun, which it has been, and I hope you are enjoying reading it. If not, or if it offends you in any way, please exercise your right to go read elsewhere. Or mow the lawn. Or whatever. Thanks.
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There were a lot of girls on that stage at the beginning, and it was pretty crowded as they started splashing them with water and wetting down their shirts. The music was cranking very loudly, and several of the girls, as they got wet, started doing their thing, dancing and playing to the crowd.
The thin shirts became very transparent when wet, and there were soon a lot of beautiful breasts on display. I watched Kristi put her hands on one of the guy's shoulders as he sprayed her down with a bottle of water. She was laughing and tossing her hair back out of the spray, apparently having a great time.
The contest started, it seemed, with all the girls at once, dancing and moving around on stage and vying for space and attention from the audience. It became obvious, with the wet shirts, that some of the girls had some pretty significant implants. I'm not really a big fan of women doing that to themselves.
Some of the boob jobs were better than others, but all in all I thought the natural ones looked best. They definitely moved the best. I figured a lot of the guys didn't care, they just wanted to see the biggest tits possible, and they demonstrated that by whistling and cheering as the girls shook their boobs at the crowd.
The DJ restored order and announced that the first round would let each girl have two minutes to herself to impress the crowd, and the winners would be judged by the decibel level of the response which they were tracking. This would decide five finalists for a dance-off.
They got the girls lined up near the stage and started the first solo dance. The first girl was cute, and had a very nice body. She concentrated mostly on shaking her tits at the audience, and was not very artistic about it, but she smiled and was flirting with the guys, who were calling out various propositions to her, and she got a good response.
It went on like this, some better than others, and the crowd responded accordingly. The platinum blonde that I had noticed earlier came up about 8th, I think, and it quickly became apparent that she was or had been a stripper at some point. She had all the moves, and although they were not to take off any clothing (this wasn't a strip club, after all) she made a very good show of it and played well to the crowd. She got a very good and loud response, although the response from some of the women in the audience seemed less enthusiastic.
Kristi and I had been catching each other's eye from time to time, and she seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere and goofing around with the other girls. She came up in the 12th spot, I think, and got one of the guys to give her another splash before she came out to be sure her shirt was very clingy.
She looked at me and winked as she started, and I gave her a thumbs-up. I quickly saw that she was not going to just shake her tits at the crowd like so many before her had done. She is smart enough to realize that while her tits are very nice, and perfectly proportioned on her body, they were not as big as many of the others and she wisely chose to use all her weapons.
She started by thrusting her chest out and letting everyone see what a nice shape she had, and how her hard nipples jutted out from her tits, their rosy color showing plainly. She pulled her shirt up exposing her flat muscular tummy, and on up all the way to the bottom of her nipples so that the rounded lower parts of her breasts were fully exposed, swaying and twisting her body as she did so. She was moving very well with the music, lean, lithe, and graceful, and was getting a lot of whistles and cheers, including mine.
She flung her long blonde hair forward and looked out through it, flirting with the guys in the front row as she pulled her shirt back down, sliding her hands over her body, breasts, stomach, and down onto her thighs, then turned and bent forward, her back to the crowd, and her gorgeous tight ass and long, long legs on full display.
Her shorts, skin tight before, were now wet and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her tight round ass and beautiful pussy were clearly outlined through the thin nylon, and as she shook it at the crowd the place went crazy, yelling and cat-calling, whistling, shouts of "Marry me!" and many less decent proposals flying. She had worked her magic, and seemed a shoe-in for the finals. Even the girls in the audience had cheered her loudly, which I thought was interesting.
Anyhow, to make a long story short, it panned out that way, she made the final five, although we all enjoyed watching all this beautiful young femininity on display. It was fun, and quite inspirational, if you know what I mean.
In the final they had a 3-judge panel, one of whom was the owner of the club, one a member of the local NBA Nuggets, and one a woman that was chosen at random from the crowd. They said they just needed to have a woman on the panel.
Each girl was to get 4 minutes, and could pick her own music, and had to impress the crowd (and judges) with her, to quote the DJ, "dancing ability, sexiness, body, personality, and all-around wet t-shirt talents. Ladies, prepare to shake those titties!"
Yeah, he was a class act.
The platinum blonde had made the finals, and one very cute and very stacked little brunette with shiny hair and sparkling eyes. I could see those two being the hardest conpetition for Kristi, althought the other two girls were also very sexy and attractive.
The little brunette went first, and she was a bundle of energy, dancing to a loud fast song and shaking all she had, which was plenty. As before, there was plenty of whistling and cheering, and the raft of lewd comments, but she played well to the crowd and noise, and did a nice job. I think most of the guys were in a state of perpetual arousal, as was I.
Then it was one of the other girls, who was also good, but a level below the last one, I thought, and she was followed by the platinum blonde stripper, who did a professional and sexy job, but to me seemed a little detached from it all.
She looked pretty hot though, and got a good response. I think the judges liked her.
Kristi followed her, and she walked calmly over to the corner to request her music. She got spritzed down again, as before, and her music started up. It was very different type of music, a slow sexy Latin beat with lots of guitar, not fast and raucous like the others, and as she began to move to it I could see that she had something entirely different in mind.
Her body, long, lean, and toned, was on full display in her wet clothes, and she began to move very sinuously, in long smooth curves and graceful turns, not shaking and bouncing like the younger girls, or doing splits like the stripper. The whistles and cheers that had greeted her began to subside as everyone just watched. She caught my eye, and a soft sexy smile played over her full lips, and she began to dance just for me, holding my gaze as she moved. I was frozen, I couldn't even blink.
As she continued to move and undulate her body, staring into my eyes, she began to run her hands over herself, across her stomach and up to cup her breasts, palms flat and sliding across her hard nipples, then down her sides and onto her tight thighs, back up with her fingers on the inside of her thighs and slightly caressing her mound as she went past.
Again she turned and bent forward, legs far apart, and looked back through them at me, her pussy pressed tight against her thin shorts, begging me with her eyes to fuck her.
She had stopped dancing for the crowd and was now simply seducing us. She was using the slow music and her own seductive moves to hammer us all, and I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, and realized that the room, other than the music, had gone totally silent, no whistles and catcalls, no cheering.
I heard someone cough, and heard a guy behind me say "Holy shit!", his expression of what we were all thinking. I was totally hard, and could not take my eyes off her, two things I seemed to share with many others.
She used the rest of the music to press her advantage, the room strangely silent as every eye followed her every move, and when the music ended the place exploded in cheers, applause, and calls for an encore. I could see that she would be driving my Shelby for a weekend, her winnings from our bet, but I didn't care.
Kristi waved at everyone, smiling and thanking them. She was flushed with pleasure, excitement, and arousal, and seemed overwhelmed at the response she had gotten. I think she was truly stunned that she was so popular and had been so well received, and I felt a little sorry for the girl that had to follow her, who came out and did a nice, sexy dance, but she was a little bit of a letdown for the crowd, I think.
While the judges conferred the girls all went to the back and got dressed before they announced the winners, and all 5 were lined up on stage as they gave the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place finishers. The cute brunette won third and got $250 cash.
I was sure Kristi would win, and was a little surprised when they announced that she had taken 2nd, and that the stripper had won. They got roundly booed for that, so the crowd apparently agreed with me.
Kristi seemed very happy with that though, and handled it very gracefuly and with great sportsmanship, and was smiling and bubbling as she came back to me clutching five crisp $100 bills.
Several people came over to say that she should have won, including some of the girls that had been contestants at the beginning, but Kristi was fine with it, she had really enjoyed the experience and found it very flattering to have done so well.
I was ready to go home and spend the night showing her how much I had enjoyed it, but she wanted to have one more drink to cool off, so we grabbed a booth and I got us some drinks. That was when it really started to get strange.
A guy came over and told her he thought she should have won, and how hot he thought she was. With me sitting there, he's telling her how hot she is. She smiled and thanked him, focusing her 1000 watt smile on him like she does.
Then 3 guys came over together and did pretty much the same thing, saying she got their votes, and she got ripped off, etc., and that no way that other girl looked better than her, and again, how beautiful she is.
