Home turf

I was in between business trips - I had returned from New Orleans and was preparing for a trip to the midwest - and with a day off, I arranged my time to squeeze in a visit to my local bikini bar. Things were pretty quiet downtown. The dog days of summer were in full pant and it seemed like everyone was on vacation. I felt confident that no one who knows me would see me duck into the club.

From bright sunlight and hot, humid air to the dark, air-conditioned atmosphere of the bar was a bit of a shock to my system but it only took a few minutes to get used to it and find my way to a table near the stage.

As it happens T was on stage. She's a tall black woman whose skin is really black, ebony black, and whom I had seen in the dance booth before. It's been a while since then so she didn't recognize me when we greeted each other but I remembered that she got the mission accomplished back then.

She was wearing a black fishnet full body suit with only a thong on. I wondered how she got away with violating the cover-up rules when her pointy nipples were poking through holes in the netting. I wasn't complaining, especially when she sat in front of me and rubbed her tits in my face. I wasn't about to waste time evaluating the other dancers - I asked T for a private dance.

She finished her set and went to the ladies room. When she came out she asked rather shyly, "Do I look pretty?" I was surprised how insecure she seemed asking the kind of question an innocent young woman would ask, but of course I answered an enthusiastic "Yes!" or something to that effect. I don't remember exactly how I replied because her tone through me off. I'm used to strippers who are always in control, confident. I glanced to see if she gained a lot of weight which might have prompted a need for validation, but she seemed the same tall, big-boned, but not fat, woman I knew from a year or two before.

Anyway, we retired to the private dance area. I had to drop off my backpack in a cloak room next to the bouncer. He said they wanted to make sure no one brought any toys into the back. Apparently that had been a problem in the past. Not this time.

We retired to one of the booths in the back. No one else was there. It wasn't long before she was running her hands up the legs of my shorts and I was running my hands all over her tits. Those pointy nipples were just too much and I took the opportunity when she got close to suck on them. I made an adjustment go get my cock pointed in the right direction and it didn't take long for me to start poking at the waistband of my pants.

T was going though her moves, alternately stroking me using her ass cheeks with her back to me, and facing me while she worked her knee up and down the front of my pants. She ooh'd and aah'd a little trying to sound sexy but I knew it was fake.

It was turning into a mechanical, so-so lap dance until she started using her arms and then her hands on the front of my pants. Now we're talking. She finally started trying to unzip my pants. Here, let me help you with that. She kept looking over her shoulder as she discreetly reached in and stroked my with her fingers every now and then.

I've never seen a bouncer wander through the dance area & I didn't expect one then, but we still had to be careful. I would cover the open fly with my shirt and when she felt like no one was coming in she reached in to jerk me off. It didn't take long after that and I finished as she rolled her ass around my crotch one last time.

She knew she was successful and backed off to give me a little breathing room. She smiled and asked me again, "Do you think I'm pretty?" almost in a little girl's voice. Of course I agreed again, just like I would with a child. I think she has some self-esteem issues to work out.

One more business trip before my travel season ends. After that I might be seeing the inside of this club more often until my spring/summer trips are scheduled. In the meantime I plan to make the most of my upcoming trip to the midwest.