Chris and I had decided to drive to a nearby city to stay for the night. Our plans were to attend a strip bar that catered to couples as well as singles men. On the drive down my husband Chris rubbed my thigh as we talked about what to expect. The conversation was erotic and I felt my pussy becoming moist the more we talked. We found a motel near the bar, showered, and dressed for the evening.
While I don't look like the dancers we would see at the bar, I have been told I look very hot. I am 5'2", with red hair and green eyes and nice 36C breasts. My legs are very toned at 130#. We had been told women could dress fairly provocatively being as the dancers would have on very little clothing also. I chose to wear only a long pinstriped suit jacket. I tried the matching skirt on and decided the jacket would be enough as it was the length of a short dress on me due to my short stature.
I knew I should have put some panties on since I was not wearing the skirt, but I opted to leave those off as well. The lacy black push-up bra I had chosen earlier presented quite a bit of cleavage where the jacket met in the front. Some lace topped thigh-highs that just reached the bottom of the jacket and some black 4" stilettos gave me the slut look I was hoping for. I could tell by the tent in Chris' slacks that he approved of my outfit.
We arrived at the strip bar around 9:30 where an attendant escorted us to an area reserved for couples. To our surprise there were quite a few couples there. We introduced ourselves and were made to feel welcome. The show on stage was good; the girls were very attractive. It was a turn-on for both of us watching the semi-nude girls dancing in front of us.
As we talked more with the couples sitting with us, we discovered that for most of them this is a regular occasion to come to the strip club about twice a month. We were drinking and enjoying ourselves and watching as some of the women where we were sitting got up and did a little strip show for their friends. I asked if this was allowed, and was told the women could take their tops down like the dancers. It looked very sexy, but I just couldn't find the courage to do it that night. The drinks were going straight to my head as well as causing me to need to excuse myself to the little girl's room. On the way back to my chair, I noticed a man who seemed to be alone sitting at a table with a few other couples.
As I passed, he reached for my arm, stopping me to tell me how sexy I was. He continued to compliment me and I found myself staying there enjoying this stranger bragging on me. He introduced himself as Jeff as he pulled me down into his lap and I guess I'd had just enough to drink to keep me from resisting too much. I wondered why he was there alone and he told me his wife usually came with him but she was out of town visiting relatives. Not wanting to sit home alone, he had decided to come to the club and enjoy some drinks with his friends. As we talked I could tell he was looking at my breasts as my jacket gapped open due the way I was sitting.
He was stroking my leg, going higher with each stroke, until he was tracing his fingers along the lace at the top of my stockings. I glanced over to where Chris was sitting, but the room was too dark to see his reaction to my not coming right back from the ladies room. I was really getting into the attention Jeff was showing me. He subtly slid his hand far enough up my leg brushing his fingers across my pussy, almost causing me to come right there. As he was telling me how hot I felt, he turned my face toward his and gave me a deep passionate kiss. I was getting incredibly turned on and my pussy was soaking wet by now.
I suddenly got a very naughty idea. I pulled away from Jeff, promising him I would be back. I went over to Chris and asked him for the keys to the car. He said he had seen me sitting with the man at the other table and asked what I was up to? I told him not to worry, I was not going to fuck him, just have a little fun. I told Chris I would tell him all about it later. This seemed to ease his mind and as he handed me the keys he squeezed my hand and told me to be careful. I gave him a kiss and then made my way back to the table where Jeff was sitting. Jeff reached up to pull me down on him, but to his surprise, I stood firm and pulled him to his feet. I adjusted my grip on his hand and walked toward the door. Jeff followed, with a look of bewilderment as this strange woman led him out the door to the parking lot.
