It is very late, and I am getting quite tired now, and bored. The sign outside on the bar promised 'Sexy Live Nude Girls - hot from Russia!", but they were all local girls tonight. Boring dances, unimaginative routines set to bad rap style music, not at all sexy or hot to me. The girls did not know how to tease, only strip off their boring bikini, and pose as though they were making a comedy. It was not sexy to me. I finished my drink and got up to leave as the dancer left the stage.
Suddenly, a girl walked quickly by me to get to the stage. I saw her flash by me, and my blood raced, my heart quickened and my breaths came short as I began panting. I was getting aroused at the sight of her even now, as she stepped on the stage and turned around. She was gorgeous, her face was lit up by her smile, and her stance was strong, yet very provocative.
I knew right away, she was from Russia, from the face that looked intelligent, yet playful, strong and confident, yet soft and inviting to be kissed, angled sharply high by the cheekbone, yet softened by the rich full lips that ached to be tasted and caressed by a wet tongue, and caressed by a warm kiss.
I fell back to my chair and smiled at her, catching her attention. The other men, started to get up to leave, perhaps they had had enough fun tonight, perhaps they were not so enchanted by the Russian beauty I saw before me. I was her only patron tonight, alone with just her and the bartender. I ordered two 'Duck Fuck' drinks from the bartender as it is their specialty here. I thought I would like to toast to my lovely fantasy girl with a vodka cocktail from her homeland.
The music started, a slow sensuous song, and she began to dance as if in a ballet. She moved gracefully and commanded my attention with her strong moves so magical that she looked as though she were made of the very air she moved through, ethereal and sweet. I was mesmerized by her, and I felt as though I was a part of her now, floating with her in the sweet air, softly scented by her womanly scent that did not need to be covered up with store bought perfume.
The natural smell of her was so tantalizing to me I could pick it out from the harsh bar room odors, and it aroused me so much to see her and smell her like this. I smiled at her and she smiled teasingly back at me. The song ended, and I was sad for a moment, because I wanted her to dance like that forever. But soon a new song started, and my heart raced again. She would begin her slow sexy strip for me now.
The tempo and rhythm of the song was quicker now, as was my heart beating for her in excitement of the dance she was performing for me. She was wearing a long flowing dress, bright red, and very sexy. Her movements across the stage were like a panther's, quick but calculated, perfectly balanced, and graceful. She slid her hands over her body, outlining the beautiful yet dangerous looking curves.
She tempted me to taste her - but I could not move. I was paralyzed by her seduction of me, and I could not even blink I was so captured by her passionate presence in front of me.
She mouthed to me "What is your name, baby?"
I trembled as I spoke to her. "Josef... I am Josef... and I am yours!" gasping as I spoke to her, in awe of her presence.
She lifted her skirt a little, and gyrated her hips to stimulate me. I was sweating as I watched her, and my breaths were coming slow and deep as I gasped to breathe in the hot steaming atmosphere of that club. She teased me by flashing her tantalizingly perfect tits at me, and drew a stiff nipple to her full luscious lips for a kiss, and a flick of her tongue, rubbing her slippery drool over the swollen nipple and making it glisten in the spot light.
She slid her dress over her shoulders, and let it fall just under her cups, exposing her full aching tits, leaning toward me and pushing them together, making me imagine my thick cock rubbing on them, making them wet with my cock drool, and feeling her nipples on my sweaty balls. I had to unbuckle my pants, and slide my hand inside, massaging my throbbing cock as she teased me with her sweet dance. There is nothing else in the universe for me but her, right now, dancing only for me.
"Last call!" the bartender sang out as she turned the deadbolt on the front door and locked up. No more patrons in tonight.
The song came to an end and the lights went low. As the bartender left the room to go to the bathroom, she said to me in a whisper, "Be good baby, I'll be right back."
"I'll be a perfect gentleman, don't worry, and don't hurry", I whispered back to her, winking.
She smiled and winked back, "Elena's really got you hooked good, I see", she said grinning.
So her name is Elena, I thought. How beautiful that name is to match her very soul. Elena... Elena... I played her name over and over in my mind, as I saw her approach me. The song started in a very slow, long sensuous rhythm that made me aroused for her. We were totally alone, as I knew the bartender would not be back and the doors were locked.
Elena moved like a savage cat toward me, her eyes lit like tiny fires burning - torches flaming of her hot desire for me. I slid down in my chair, extending my lap for her, offering her my self as a throne for her to claim.
She straddles my lap, standing tall over me in her 6" stiletto heels, naked except for her red bow lace up stockings. She leans in to my face with her hair flowing over me, covering me like a canopy of fine silk. I feel the heat pouring off her body, making me hot, like a furnace stoked to the limit, flames pouring out, burning me with intense lusty heat. She thirsts with a lust burning within her, and asks me for a drink. I offer the 'Duck Fuck' I bought earlier tonight, and we lustily gulp it down, the intoxicating vapors igniting our passion even further, the mix of the sexy potion is creating a dreamy sensation as we drop our inhibitions, and live moment by moment only for each other.
