It was in early July of last year when I met Sandy and Paul. I had just successfully completed the largest contract negotiation of my career and was in the mood to celebrate. I couldn’t talk any of my coworkers into going out for a drink, so I went home, changed and headed out to a local strip joint to start my evening. It was a Wednesday night and as I expected, the place wasn’t crowded but there were plenty of beautiful dancers.
A hot blonde approached me, introduced herself as Sandy and sat down to talk while waiting for the next song to start. After noting her long and shapely legs, I looked across and gazed into an impossibly lovely gray set of eyes. My groin was already stirring. When the next song started, she stood up, removed her skimpy top and turned around to place it on the chair, revealing a tight, toned pair of buns that immediately drew my attention. Sandy spared no effort with high-energy gyrations as she shook her breasts and ground her buns into and onto my lap.
As the song ended she leaned in and whispered, “Would you like to go to the balcony for a more private dance?” I had to see those buns again, so I agreed.
Following her up the stairs allowed me an extended view of Sandy’s incredible ass and by the time I reached the balcony I was having trouble walking due to the enlarged state of my member and the tightness of my jeans. Sandy noticed and reached for my crotch and deftly adjusted my prick, moving it to the side where it had room in the pant leg.
She grinned widely and asked, “Is that better?”
“Definitely,” I replied. “But it’s only a temporary solution.”
She laughed and gently pushed me down onto the plush leather couch.
Sandy pulled off her top, leaned in to unbutton my shirt and began rubbing her bare breasts against my chest, putting her lovely face within inches of mine. I felt my own nipples harden along with hers. She slowly pulled back, placing her hand on my upper thigh for support, pretending to accidentally rub against my engorged dick snaking its way down my pant leg. She turned around and slowly moved onto my lap again. After grinding away for a few moments, she leaned back, looked up at me and took my hands into hers and lifted them to her breasts, encouraging me to massage her perky globes. Her nipples continued to hardened in my hands. She turned in my lap to face me, took my face in her hands and pulled me towards her. Gazing into those gray eyes was intensely erotic. When I moved in to kiss her, she leaned back and pulled my face into her breasts.
Sandy repeated most of the same moves for a second song, but ended it by vigorously rubbing her knees into my crotch with a wicked smile on her face.
When the song ended, another dancer walked up to us.
“It’s seven o’clock Sandy,” she announced.
Sandy pulled me close again and said, “I have to go babe” After I paid her she gave me a quick peck on the cheek and walked away.
I walked back downstairs and ordered another beer. Within a few minutes, Sandy again approached me. She had changed into tight shorts and a cut off top.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up and take me to his rugby game,” she announced. “Can I sit with you until he shows up?”
Gazing into her enchanting eyes was fueling my already enhanced state of arousal. I was about to ask her to dump her boyfriend and join me for the evening when she spotted him walking in. He was dressed in his rugby uniform, stripped shirt and loose shorts and soaking wet. He walked up to Sandy.
“Damn Rain,” he bitched. “I don’t know if there’s going to be a game. I’m gonna go use the phone in the restroom to call the field and check”
Sandy turned to me and said, “I doubt there will be a game. Why don’t we move to a larger table that has room for the three of us?”
We moved across the isle and I sat down at one end, expecting her to sit on the other end. Sandy surprised and delighted me by instead grinning widely while swinging her hips into mine in a silent effort to get me to move over into the middle of the bench. My spirits were flying as I realized she was flirting with me. Her boyfriend emerged from the back of the club, spotted us, walked over and sat down across from Sandy.
“Game’s off,” he grumbled. He turned to me saying, “Hi, I’m Paul”
“Mike,” I replied
“Sit down and relax,” Sandy chipped in. “I’ll go get us drinks”