Time for a change

It was starting to get monotonous, one spa after another. I did try to get to a strip club a couple of times in the last few months but it never worked out. Mostly just a scheduling problem but also the spa experience is so addicting. It's more of a ritual and a sure thing compared to the fantasy seduction at the strip club stage, picking the woman who will do things.

I ended up at my old usual club one Saturday afternoon and waited at the bar for a drink. Thumping music, low light, perfume and beer fumes, nothing's changed. There were a couple of old guys like me at the bar chatting up a dancer, or maybe the other way around, and the bartender was busy at the other end. A skinny dancer lazed around he pole on stage and waited for some action.

Just as the bartender noticed me a dancer sat down next to me & introduced herself as S. Of course I offered to buy her a beverage and she surprised me by ordering an energy drink. [No placement ads here.] I knew if I had gotten my drink a minute sooner I'd be at the stage sampling the charms of a few women; I was too polite to walk away from the young woman next to me. I broke my own routine but chances were that this might work out.

Not only was she young but she had a pretty face and was in good shape with long brown hair, perky tits and a sly smile. We chatted a bit about were we lived and the warming weather, and after a few minutes I cut to the chase. I knew why she was so anxious to talk to me, so as she was offering her legs to my view and touch, I asked her if she was good at private dances. Duh, she said yes. How did she feel about fondling; no problem. Without much time for a hard-on test (although there was definitely some movement in that department) we got up from the bar and walked toward the private dance booths.

I followed her pear-shaped ass swinging like a pendulum, encased in short shorts with her cheeks peeking out and a tramp stamp gracing her pelvis. The image is still burned in my mind. She picked out the darkest booth. The booths with curtains cost more so we opted for darkness. There were other couples in there but we all try to ignore each other and the loud music muffles intimate noises. She took off her fishnet shawl and slipped out of her shorts to reveal the tiniest bikini I think I've seen. Little triangles of cloth barely covered her nipples and another triangle constrained her puffy pussy. This was gonna be good.

Or so I thought. I adjusted my cock to point north and the first song got us nice and cozy but S didn't provide much friction. She sat on my legs frontwards and backwards and slithered down my chest a couple of times with barely a brush against my bulge. She did let me caress her natural mid-sized tits when they were within reach and allowed an occasional stroke across her crotch, moving away if I pressed too hard. I was hoping that, like some dancers, she would get a little more personal if I went with another song. So instead of cutting my loses and going out to test drive some of the other dancers on stage, I nodded when she asked if I wanted another dance.

Things went a little better during the second song although I had to pull her down by her hips as she girated to put some pressure on my cock. With a little more fondling, and a little more friction I was almost there. Just a couple more strokes with her ass crack and...

"You want another dance, baby?" she whispered, teasing me a little with her hand. I was that close. I thought for a second of giving myself a few strokes - that's all it would have taken, but my modesty and frugality took over. I declined her offer and stuck to my self-imposed limit of two songs. I straightened myself out, paid her, and walked out into the blinding sunlight. Oh well. It's been a while since I failed to get off in a strip club. As I walked through the surrounding alleys and parking lots I thought back and stored a few images of S in my mind - her ass swinging, her lovely soft tits with the tiny bikini covering them, her breeder pelvis in my lap. She will still get me off - she just won't be there when she does.