I walked in to the stripper bar that I occasionally frequent and sat at the bar. Almost immediately someone from behind whispered into my ear "Are you horny?" I turned around to see a surprisingly classy and attractive brunette in typical tight stripper clothing, platform heels and heavy make up. I replied that that was one of the better lines I'd heard for selling lap dances but that I wasn't interested.
She introduced herself as Anne and we chatted for a few minutes and then she moved on to other customers. Now strippers come in all sizes and shapes, from drop dead gorgeous slim, tall blondes to short, plump girls who you suspect blew the owner to get the job, from college girls trying to pick up a few extra bucks to crack addicts to girls that have chosen stripping as a career. They seem to run in age from teenagers to their thirties. Anne was somehow different. She definitely wasn't a teenager but I wasn't sure how old she was. My initial thought was that she looked like a conservative young suburban housewife with her plain medium length brown hair out fulfilling a fantasy of her husband. I watched her some more and noted that she seemed very comfortable both in her clothing and in her surroundings, smiling and laughing and I became curious about her.
Anne eventually sat down next to me again and we talked some more. She turned out to be a 26 year old grad student in medieval history and was also teaching freshman English. Her plan was to eventually become a university professor. She was just dancing for a couple days until school started in September. She had been stripping off and on for a number of years in various parts of the country depending on where she was going to school. She explained that she did it because the money was good, for the freedom of not having to have a steady job as well as having simply having fun. She truly enjoyed the interaction with her male customers, perhaps the power it gave her over them and the camaraderie she developed with the other girls.
Eventually it was Anne's turn to go on stage and I moved from the bar to a chair by the stage. I just about drooled, not so much at her naked body (while trim, there were others that night that were younger and firmer) but at how she moved and how she smiled and how relaxed she seemed to be, really just how happy she was to be displaying her body. I guess at age 52, I was smitten despite having been more or less happily married for 23 years.
After she finished her stage dance, Anne made the rounds of the customers trying to hustle a lap dance. When she struck out, she sat down next to me at the bar and we talked some more. She spoke candidly about a number of things including sex as did I for some reason. I am normally reserved about my personal feelings.
Perhaps it was the scotch or the conversation about sex but after a while I asked her if she was horny. Her eyes lit up, she grabbed my hand and led me to the section of the bar reserved for lap dances. What a stripper can and can't go do when giving a lap dance seems to vary from state to state. I have been to bars where virtually anything goes as long as you have a fat wallet. Where I live, girls must keep their bottoms on and patrons are not allowed to touch them with their hands, at least when the bouncer is looking.
Anne immediately took her top off and straddled me. She ground against me and started moaning softly. Thinking the moaning was fake, I looked up at her and said "You know, I'm not even hard yet." In fact, it was not fake and she was truly aroused. She continued to do her thing and eventually I got very aroused as well. At one point, I held her and rubbed her naked back when the bouncer wasn't around. For about ten seconds, she was still, frozen. I doubted she had an orgasm, but she said with a strange look "Your touch, do you know what you did to me?"
I didn't know for sure and she didn't elaborate. Somehow we had connected on a strange level that I didn't understand. Perhaps she did given her years of dancing. At the end of the dance, I wanted to stay and talk some more and get to know her better but somehow something had changed. I said goodbye, turned and went to leave. She stopped me and asked for a hug. Now there are hugs between family, hugs with children, and hugs between business associates of the opposite sex. This hug was strictly lust on both our parts as we ground our crotches into each other's thighs. She whispered an email address in my ear and I left.
I was unsure whether to contact her, not knowing what to say and not knowing if I wanted to pursue a relationship. My wife Katie is truly a wonderful woman and we have built a great life together. We have always given each other space and always allowed for each others peculiarities such as my visits to strip clubs.
As good as our relationship was in most respects, sex was an area that had been up and down over the years. Very, very hot at the beginning and pretty hot at some other times. Katie had had some significant health issues recently that dramatically and negatively affected our sexual activity. This was in addition to the normal slowdown that we all experience as time goes along. It had gone downhill to the point where it had become a monthly thing with no imagination on her part. I had tried any number of things from vibrators to romantic dinners to massages to a Sybian all to no avail.
A month after I saw her, I finally sent Anne an email. It was a long rambling message where I introduced myself, told what I did for work (manufacturing) and elaborated on a number of the things we had talked about at the bar. I half expected that she had forgotten about me. She responded a few days later with a similar newsy, folksy message mostly about school. There was no mention of anything sexual or even flirtatious in either of our messages. An hour after she sent the first message, I received another from her. All it said was "YES, I came! I miss your touch."
Somehow this woman really intrigued me. I emailed her back and asked if we could meet for lunch. She replied with a one word answer "No." A follow up message said "But I loved looking at your eyes."
My response was a little more graphic describing in several long paragraphs how I loved her enormous nipples. Anne chose to ignore my comments and went back to her newsy, folksy stuff. We continued conversing this way for months and got to know each other quite well. The only subject she never mentioned was any relationships she had. For all I knew she could have been a lesbian or she could have been married.
We kept up these emails for six months and I really looked forward to them if just to break the monotany of life. I gave up thinking of Anne in a sexual way and just enjoyed corresponding with a bright witty person. In one my messages, I mentioned that my wife was going to Florida for ten days which included President's Day weekend. Anne replied immediately with "How would you like to take a young, hot, horny babe out to dinner Saturday night?"
My response was a sarcastic "Of course I would, but I don't know anyone who fits that description." I was really turned on by the prospect of spending time with her to say nothing of the potential for sex. I also considered the guilt I would feel for cheating on my wife and the possibility that this chick could be a wacko. What 26 year old girl asks a 52 year married guy on a date without some ulterior motive? I am not the fat slob that many 52 year olds are and in fact, am in quite good shape mostly from years of running. What little hair I have still has not gone gray although my beard has some. However being realistic, I am not a catch for a young trim vibrant girl and I am certainly not rich as I had made clear in my messages to Anne. Nonetheless, my dick desperately wanted to pursue this relationship.
Anne chose to ignore my comments and replied with directions to her apartment and asked if 6:00 was okay. I waited a few days unsure of what to do. I finally made reservations at seafood joint far enough from where I lived to hopefully avoid running into someone I knew. I then messaged her back and told her how much I was looking forward to that night. She replied to my message saying she understood and appreciated my reluctance but that she wanted to have a really special night. I guess she read my mind about Katie and my guilt. She also asked me what I wanted her to wear.
I have never been one to dress. I essentially have two uniforms, jeans and a tee shirt/flannel shirt depending on the season or chino pants with a business shirt. However, I do really enjoy it when a woman dresses well and have a number of clothing fetishes. Not wanting to admit these fetishes, I told Anne to dress anyway that she was comfortable and that jeans were okay with me. After all, this was not a fancy restaurant that we were going to. She pressed me saying that she got turned on by turning on the man she was with and how she enjoyed turning heads. I replied briefly that a short skirt and heels always grabbed by attention and left it at that. I certainly was starting to look forward to Saturday.
I arrived at Anne's door promptly at six wearing my upscale chino/business shirt uniform in anticipation that she would wearing more than jeans. Strangely I was not nervous. She opened the door and my jaw went slack. She had on a black turtleneck sweater, a black leather skirt that ended about six inches above her knees, black stockings and black patent leather heels. The only jewelry she wore were a pair of very large gold hoop earrings. Her eye make up was understated compared to the last time I saw her in the strip club. She wore a glossy deep red lipstick and had nails painted in a matching color that almost looked wet. Altogether it was something of a retro 90's or maybe 80's look which was more in line with my generation than hers.
