Samantha and I had been talking about two fantasies that we hadn't had the courage to try yet. Looking at photos of other women had gotten her a little hot and she got curious even though she had never even kissed another woman. She also wanted to see me with another woman, but wasn't sure how she would react if it actually happened. I can't imagine falling in love with another woman, but Samantha is afraid I might. She is very hot, a 5'5" Asian with a tight body, perfect B-cup breasts, and beautiful brown eyes. I tell her that no other woman is as hot as she is, but she never believes me.
I thought a safe way to play with both fantasies would be to visit a strip club. She could pick a dancer she liked. I could pick a dancer I liked and we could go from there. She was game, so we planned an outing. The day we went, she wore a white knit dress that buttoned down the front and heels. I was dressed casually. Off we went to the club.
It was like most of the clubs I have been in. There was a stage, two poles, two dancers, and seats all around. There were also couches and booths around the outside for private dances. I think Samantha was the only woman at the club who wasn't a dancer, so they sat us right up front. It was fun to see all the heads turn while we were walking. She was dressed pretty modestly, but sexy as hell. Her knit dress showed a little bit of skin and you just barely see her bra. I was also checking out her bottom. It's why a man always lets the lady go first. She runs, so her ass and legs are in great shape. Even though everything was covered, the dress clung to her curves and I was already getting hungry.
We were getting plenty of attention from the dancers. They made sure to visit us on stage, and some made small talk. Samantha was shy about tipping, so I made sure to keep the ladies happy. She wasn't shy about watching, though. She took in every spin and every reveal. I'm sure she'll be trying those moves on me later, but right then I was just enjoying her reaction. The beer and the open sexuality were starting to affect her. I could see her getting a little turned on, and you could see her chest taking deeper breaths.
We were talking about which dancers we liked. Ever since I met Samantha, I like petite Asian women. Samantha prefers Caucasian partners. We compromised, in a way and picked the same dancer. We both liked a brunette, with a petite frame and what looked like B cups breasts with good sized nipples. She wasn't the most acrobatic dancer, but she was the hottest. Her moves screamed sex. I think she liked us, too, because she rarely left us during her set. She managed to get Samantha talking a little, about where we were from and had we ever been to a club before. It was kind of unreal for me to see Samantha talking to her. This club was topless only, but her g-string didn't cover much. You could see the outline of her shaved pussy through the material as she was chatting with Samantha about the weather.
After her set, Samantha and I decided she was the one for us. I hadn't said anything to her, but I hoped she would come by and ask if we wanted a dance. We didn't have to wait long. She came out from back a few minutes later. We told her we each wanted a dance, and she moved us to the back wall. It was still pretty crowded, but there were couches that were a little more comfortable to lean back in. We got some attention going back. I think the guys were hoping she would dance for Sam.
I got my dance first, and it was a pretty standard lap dance. I got three songs. She spent the first one undressing and the next two teasing me. I liked the way she moved and was getting pretty turned on. Once I tried to look over to see Sam's reaction, and the stripper squeezed her nipples onto my face to keep my attention on her. By the time she turned around and sat in my lap, I was ready to take Sam out to the car and into the back seat.
