Note: Please suspend disbelief for the entirety of this story. I know this isn't how strip clubs, or random unprotected encounters, work, but the fantasy is pretty hot.
It's been years since we've been to a strip club, but I finally talked you into going again. We've had it planned for a while, and I've dressed up for tonight. I'm in a short, black dress that puts all of my cleavage on display and is loose and swishy around my thighs. I have on a pair of boots that have a spiked three inch heel. I'm wearing way more makeup than usual and have my hair down long and loose. I look good and feel even better.
We get to the club and sit in a booth close to the stage. We each get a drink and sip them as we watch the dancers. It's loud and dark and I have a feeling that it's going to be a great night.
The first couple of dancers come out and we enjoy watching the way they move and work the crowd. Neither are particularly the type to draw my attention, but they're still hot. The first is tall, thin, with small, perky tits, and she moves gracefully. The second is small and compact, with defined abs, toned thighs, and an ass for days. Both are obviously attractive, but not quite what I fantasize about.
The third woman to come on stage catches my eye immediately. She's stacked, to put it mildly. She has long, dark brown hair that hangs to mid-back, and gray eyes so big they dominate her gorgeous face.
She comes out in lingerie and sky high heels. Her natural tits are more than a handful, probably about as big as mine, a DD or better. Her waist tapers in hard and flares out to wider hips and a full, round ass that jiggles when she steps. Her skin is smooth and lightly tanned, and it makes the color of her lingerie pop.
She mostly does floor work, using the pole in the middle of the stage sparingly. She crawls on her knees to the end of the stage and puts on quite a show. She takes money in the small straps of her red lace bra. She turns around and does the splits so she can bounce her ass for the audience. She looks obscene and perfect, bouncing on the floor like she's riding a cock and trying her best to make him come in 20 seconds or less.
She lays down and arches her back as she pushes her considerable cleavage together in her bra and shimmies to make them quiver. She unhooks the front clasp and lets go, letting her magnificent tits ease free little by little. When it's completely open, she takes the straps off fully, and cups both bare breasts with each hand.
We seem to make eye contact as she hefts them like they're heavy and toys with each nipple, finally bringing one to her mouth to suck in as much as she can. She gives the other the same treatment, still holding my eye, and I'm uncomfortably wet in my lace, crotchless panties.
I look up and make eye contact with you as she finishes up and walks out of the spotlight. I give you a look, silently asking if you noticed that too, and I tell you that I want her for my lap dance. You look at me with heat in your eyes and tell me you're going after more drinks.
While you're waiting at the bar the dark haired beauty makes her way to the audience. She's walking in the direction of our table, taking her time and talking to customers, until she finally makes it over and stands in front of me.
She's more covered now. I can still see the red straps from her lingerie, but they're peeking out from underneath a black, gauzy cover-up. She leans against the table and looks down at me. She smiles and says it's always nice to have ladies in the crowd. She introduces herself as Wren.
We talk about nothing for a few minutes as she flirts and runs her hand on top of mine in teasing strokes, tracing my wedding band a few times. Her focus shifts to you as you slide a drink my way and sit down beside me. She smiles and says hello to you, then asks if she can dance for me.
We look at each other, I smile and raise an eyebrow in question, you look back to her and say of course. I give you a quick kiss and she holds her hand out for me. I take her hand and follow her to the back.
We walk to the private rooms and she tells me to sit on the only piece of furniture, a plush red couch. There is no door, but she slides the curtain closed behind her and we're alone.
I sit on the middle cushion and put my hands down by my legs. I'm nervous and excited so I try not to fidget too much. Wren smiles as she sashays closer to me. She puts her hand on my shoulder as music starts up. It's loud and has a pulsing beat, I can feel the vibrations through the seat.
She leans down, letting her cover-up gape, so I get a clear view of her cleavage, then eases forward and up, letting the gauzy material that's covering her gently graze my face until she's standing above me again. She turns around and lets her cover-up slide off. She leaves it in a heap on the seat next to me and bends at the waist, putting her ass and barely covered pussy on display directly in front of my face.
She sways to the beat for a few seconds and drops into my lap. She spreads her legs to straddle mine and starts grinding to the song. She reclines until her back is pressed tightly to my chest. She lowers her hands to mine and guides them to rest on her hips. She dances on me and grinds her ass into my lap. As her body rolls, my dress starts riding up a little.
She moves her hands from mine, leaving mine gripping her hips, and runs them slowly over her body. She smooths over her flat stomach and over the swells of her breasts until she gets to the thin bra straps on her shoulders. She works them down until they're loose and slides one hand into the loosened cup.
She plays with herself under the bra for a short time, then moves her hands up to touch the wall behind our heads. She leans her head back to rest on my shoulder and runs her nose along the side of my throat. I let out an involuntary gasp and she presses her lips to my pulse point lightly, lightly enough that it can't even be called a kiss.
I can feel every inch of her body that's pressed tightly to mine like a line of fire. Everywhere she touches feels like I'm overheating. Her breath is hot and ticklish on my throat and I tilt my head to give her more room to tease me. I keep my hands where she put them but the urge to caress her perfect body is hard to ignore.
She slowly drags her hands down the wall, behind my neck, and over my shoulders, lingering on any bare skin she finds. Her hands find mine again and move them down over her spread legs, letting my fingertips graze the soft skin of her inner thighs. She then moves them back up, over her hips, across the tight muscle of her abdomen, and finally over the top of her bra, where she leaves me cupping her over the rough fabric.
She moves her fingers back down to her lower body and presses her palms between her legs into my own. My dress has ridden up considerably and I feel her warm hands on my skin. She teases my bare thighs and I tighten my hands over her bra. I hiss out a breath as she gets close to my throbbing cunt.
She stands then, making my hands leave her chest. She moves her hands down to my knees and bends in front of me again. Wet fabric clings to her pussy and my fingers trail the back of her thighs of their own accord. She straightens and turns to face me.
Wren unclasps her pretty red bra and frees her truly incredible tits. She takes one in each hand and puts them on display for me. She shimmies again and makes them jiggle in front of me, then she licks a long line down her breast to her nipple. She takes it in her mouth briefly and gives it a sharp suck before releasing it.
Her hands leisurely glide down her body until she gets to the tiny red thong, the only thing she still has on except for her heels. She teases the waistband down on each side but ultimately replaces it. She lets her fingers skim over the tiny triangle covering her pussy then puts both hands on my shoulders.
The song changes as she faces me and puts one knee on either side of me. I'm assuming you bought two songs for me since she settles firmly on my lap again.
She moves my hands to her ass and starts rolling her hips into mine. My skirt is riding up even more but I'm too far gone to care now. Wren raises slightly and threads her hands through my hair. She pulls me by my hair and controls my head as she brings her tits to my face.
She buries my nose and mouth in her cleavage and drags my head up and down. She pulls my head back a little and brings her tight nipple to my mouth. I keep my lips sealed but she brushes the tip across them several times.
She releases my hair and presses her ass to my thighs again. She places her hands on either side of my throat and presses her chest to mine. She grinds into me rhythmically and brings her nose inches from my face.
My hands have tightened on her ass and I'm urging her to grind deeper. My dress has ridden so high that I can feel her panties rubbing the fabric of mine. She lets her hands trail from my neck to the exposed part of my chest, then drags just her fingertips over the soft material covering my tits.
She covers my hands with hers again and I think I've gone too far by prompting her to thrust harder. I'm about to apologize when she leans back and leads my hands up her body instead of off of it.
She draws my hands up over her hips, over her toned stomach, and up to her rib cage. She positions my hands so I'm gripping her ribs but the underside of her boobs are resting on my fingers while my thumbs frame the inside of each.
She continues to dance and grind on me as she glides her fingers over mine, then up to pluck at her nipples. I press my luck. I use my thumbs to gently rub the inside of her breasts.
She doesn't push me away, just keeps fondling herself inches from my face. I press it a little more and resituate my palms so they're cradling her tits from the bottom. Wren then throws me for a loop and moves my palms directly over her hard pink nipples.
I can feel them pebbled against my skin. I splay my fingers and grope her tits as she unhurriedly moves one hand back down her abdomen.
She slides her fingers over the triangle of cloth covering her cunt and circles her clit. Since she's pressed firmly on my lap I can feel her fingers bumping my lower belly with each pass. She's lightly tapping my mound with each downstroke and I am about to lose my mind with need.
I shift my hands again and thumb Wren's nipples as I grope and squeeze her bare flesh. My pussy is dripping wet. My panties are soaked and I want nothing more than to feel your cock deep inside of me at this moment.
