It's about time

Work has been crazy lately, especially since I’m still playing catch-up after my sick leave so I’ll try to pick up where I left off. My last excursion left me frustrated so I worked it out so I could squeeze in another trip at the end of my leave.

I really wanted to go to a different club this time and I almost did. The one I had in mind is a topless club affectionately know by its patrons as the Stench Palace. The decision came at the last minute as I hopped on my bicycle at the ATM and had to choose a direction to point the wheel.

I weighed my options like a good Libra should (not that I pay any attention to astrology). On the plus side, the Palace has topless dancers and a nude room, a sleazy reputation, several Brazilian dancers (high marks from the SC internurds), and more traditional strip club activities than my regular bikini bar. I have fond memories of some of the dancers there. On the down side, it’s more expensive and there is a lot of roadwork on the way – not easy on a bike. But what really tipped the scales was the fact that the club is on a street that is an alternate route when the highway is jammed up. I knew my wife would be travelling up the highway between appointments around that time and could cross my path if the she got tired of sitting in traffic. I headed to my bikini bar.

I locked my bike a couple blocks away and slipped through some side streets and into the club. It was kind of slow on a weekday afternoon, very laid back. I had read about the new dancers here & I did see all new faces. I sat at the stage and a beautifully fleshy dancer came over me. C looked kind of Asian or maybe more Polynesian with a round face and straight black hair. She wasn’t necessarily fat but the smallest parts of her were her tits which she generously offered to me as she pulled down her top and squeezed them in my face. I caressed them discreetly with my hands. She must have had some experience at another club (maybe the Palace) because she lowered herself onto my lap for a ‘test drive’ like dancers do in places that are designed for that – like at a ring of tables around the stage where dancers offer ‘cabaret’ dances for a couple of bucks. Anyway she did a little lap dance as a preview of what her private dance would be like. I was certainly getting hard but she didn’t have a lot of muscle tone. Not that that’s a bad thing, it just didn’t turn me on as much. As she lifted herself up she swooshed her crotch around a little in front of me and I brought my hand up under her and stroked her pussy. She seemed to like it as she smiled and brought a little pressure of her own on my fingers.

One thing about the new women there - they aren’t pushy at all. I expected the sales pitch after our little encounter but C danced away to another customer. Next came D, a pretty black/latina with short black hair cut in a flapper-type bob and too much hair spray. She had a very similar routine as C. She too flaunted the rules and pulled down her top and really seemed to like it when I licked and sucked on her nipples and ran my hands along the sides of her breasts. She had very lovely natural tits, the kind that gently splay off to the sides with large brown, erect nipples. She also gave me a sample of her lap dance which was enough for me to ask her for a private dance at the end of her set.

Something else new - the songs seem to run longer than usual. We sat on the couch in the middle of a song and waited for the next one, and the dance, to begin. She had a rose stem and bud tattoo on her thigh. She said she did it, and several others herself. Nice job. Even the one on her right shoulder was nicely done considering she used her left hand to do it. She said she had only been working as a dancer for a few months. I was surprised, considering her performance on stage (and later considering her lap dance moves).

When the dance started she removed her top and short skirt and straddled me making sure I had access to her tits. She pretty much stayed in one position the whole time, just finding the right spot with her pussy to grab hold of my cock for a long slow grind. She started with light pressure and as the music warmed up, so did she. I ran my hands all over her but she seemed to really enjoy my attention to her tits. They were very nicely shaped - not too big, not too small – and she encouraged me to squeeze, caress, fondle and mush my face all over them. I spent some time sucking her nipples which seemed to be just as large and hard on the inside of her breasts as they were on the outside. I licked and sucked with abandon and I even heard her let out a few grunt/sighs as I lost myself in her chest. I tried not to pay any attention to the gold cross hanging between the lovely orbs.

Her grinding became more intense as she sensed me getting close to release. She never let up and I had to hold on tight as I let go, with my hands full of tit and my mouth full of nipple.

The song was still going and she slowed down a little asking me if I wanted to finish the song. I said I was finished and we cuddled for the few minutes remaining. (The songs are definitely longer.) I asked her, like I do with other dancers, if she ever gets off doing lap dances. She said sometimes, but she never tells. I knew it was too short a time with me for that to happen but, if we went for another song with the way her pussy was grooving, who knows.

I made it home without incident. Later I found out that if I had stuck with my original plan I would have missed seeing my wife on the highway bypass street by about ten minutes. And if I had been delayed by roadwork, there’s a good chance she would have seen me. I guess I must be living right.