The club was alive with excitement. I had never been to a strip club and Barry knew that. He was as protective as he was aroused by the thought of me gazing upon these bare women. I made my way to the table with him in hot pursuit.. I could feel his hands upon my ass as we took a seat.
Almost involuntarily, I tried to avert my eyes from the nakedness that was so easily displayed before me. Finally I mustered up my courage and looked around. I found one beautiful girl after another. My gaze went to Barry and I could sense that he was enjoying every moment of my astonishment. The scene was almost surreal, the music, the lights, the bumping and grinding that my eyes had tried to avoid for the past several moments all combined to form an erotic assault on my senses.
We sat down and had several drinks. Then the barmaid came around with small shots served in test tubes, my one and only weakness.......well maybe my ten and only weakness. Barry ordered one for me and I shortly thereafter ordered several more. I was ready for a pole dance myself! Barry headed off to the mens room.
Upon his return I was watching a lap-dance in progress another table away. It was hard to avert my gaze from the obvious pleasure that was taking place before my eyes. I smiled at Barry as he took his place at our table. I was alive with excitement. I wanted to straddle him right then and there. So...I did.
I plunged my tongue between his lips and reached my fingers down where my mouth had parked just an hour before. I felt like I was on fire. The idea of Barry and I in the nearest broom closet......Whew. I would have gladly invited it. I was aching to feel him working his cock in and out of my wet pussy.
The music changed to a softer beat and a pretty girl made her way to our table. She began running her hands through my hair, nuzzling my neck and whispering into my ear. All the while she was waving her gorgeous ass across Barry's lap. I had a feeling they were up to something.