Path of least resistance

I had some stuff to finish for work & since it's usually too chaotic at my house I had a good excuse on Saturday to use one of the college libraries downtown. Besides, I also wanted to go to the public library to look up some song lyrics. How convenient - in between the two libraries, about two blocks from each, is my favorite bikini bar.

I broke my own rules about wearing dark, loose-fitting clothes, but I didn't want to provoke any questions about why I was wearing what I was. So I left in faded jeans and a green shirt. Once I got under the black light of the club, I was glowing like Homer Simpson's chunk of plutonium.

I wasn't as bright as some of the men who wore white oversized T-shirts. It was a strange crowd, many more people than I usually see on a Saturday afternoon - a weird mix of jocks (football-types) and Mafiosi. Of course, there were a few dirty old men like myself. One guy was in a dark corner working out his OCD by rocking himself back and forth.

The first dancer I saw on stage asked me right off if I wanted a private dance. I told her I just arrived & might look her up after a while. I saw her after she got offstage rubbing herself up and down a customer outside the private dance room apparently trying to entice him in there too. She wasn't successful and she went to sit on the lap of one of the mafia types who were all sitting at one table. I might have asked her for a dance but I wouldn't want to interrupt that scene.

The next dancer was G, a dark-skinned Mediterranean, probably Italian, with long black hair and a tiny black bikini. She had a very easy, sensual way about her. She didn't hustle me at all at the stage but she did give me plenty of encouragement by offering her tits to my mouth and breathing heavy in my ear and down my neck. She certainly passed the hard-on test. What really made me decide was the sight of her womb from across the stage, beautifully oval with that dark triangular patch of thong bordering the bottom. I asked her for a dance.

We went into the private dance room and I saw that it was all changed. Gone were the couches. In their place were individual 3-sided booths. You couldn't see what's happening on either side of the booth but you could look across the room at the other booths. They also started charging an extra fee for the 'house' and a bouncer sat at the door to monitor how many dances were really taking place. I'm not sure I like the changes, especially the bouncer being around. Before, I would never see anyone in authority checking out the room.

We sat in the booth waiting for the next song to begin. G said she was a bartender at the club for several years and started dancing a couple years ago. We stroked each other's legs and chatted a little bit. One good thing - the dancer on stage liked techno music so the songs were long. When the next one began, G did her thing.

She straightened me right out by smothering my face in her lovely, natural tits with the stand-up nipples punching through her top, and slowly sliding down my body, lining my cock up between her arms and teasing it with her fingers. She paid close attention to my cock with her knees, her pussy and her ass while she kept breathing down my neck.

She broke up her full body assault periodically by dropping her head into my lap and rubbing the 'sweet spot' on my cock with her chin. She didn't object when I grabbed the hair on the back of her head and added a little pressure of my own. It didn't seem to matter what kind of pants I had on; she knew just what it took. The last time her head went down, she started chewing on the bone. I lost it then and there. I must have been breathing and moaning loudly enough for her to tell it was my time, or maybe she could just feel the eruption beginning; she backed off a little and let me shoot.

With the time left in the song she caressed me lightly with various body parts and I got in a few last caresses of my own. The song ended and I muttered, "I'm all set." She laughed and said, "That's because I'm good!"

Couldn't argue with that.