Hi, my name's Cindy. I'm here, front row, at a male strip show with a bunch of crazy women. It's a first for me. I can't believe how wild my group is getting with all the hot, full-frontal male nudity on stage. This is Margaret's bachelorette party. She's getting hitched and this is supposed to be her sexy celebration.
I'm the youngest of this crowd of insane wenches. Hell, I'm just a junior in college. My older sister, Amanda, is ten years older than me. She's a friend of Margaret and has been to many bachelorette nights, My dear sis insisted I come to experience this female ritual.
The ladies are looking great. They are all dolled up in fancy dresses and great hairdos. I'm wearing my prom dress. It's the only formal dress I own. I've been living in jeans and shorts since starting college.
Most of the women are married. They are super raunchy, shouting out for the dancers to 'take it off'. Even my normally conservative sis is getting all worked up. Wow. I guess married women get down and dirty when it comes to sex. When the men drop their drawers on stage, the feminism takes a hike.
This is The Foxy Den's woman's night, but there are many men standing around the back walls with drinks in their hands gazing over the female throng. At eleven o'clock, the male nude dancing stops and a dance floor is opened with a DJ playing tunes for all to enjoy. Amanda wants us to stay and mingle with the guys.
To tell you the truth, I'm getting horny watching all these hot looking guys stripping. Their male equipment and sculpted muscular bodies are amazing. It's not that I haven't seen a penis. I'm not a virgin or a prude. I've had sex four times with Brad last year before we broke up, so I know what that's all about. I've been too busy studying to go out much since. The men on the stage have much bigger ones than Brad. The throbbing in my crotch reminds me I should find a boyfriend.
This dancer, Billy, is really cute and younger than the other dancers, maybe early twenties. He's billed as an Australian stud. His blonde hair and tanned body are so hot. Now he only has this tiny G-string on holding a very big package. Oh my god, he's coming down from the stage and over to us.
My sister leans into my ear, "The bachelorette gets to take off his G-string. It's part of the ritual"
The women are screaming as he gets to us and stands in front of the blushing bride-to-be wearing her princess tiara. My word, his package is so big and he's only five feet from me. The crazy gals urge her to pull down his G-string. My goodness, I can feel my crotch throb and my vagina moisten. Girl, you really must get a boyfriend. Margaret fakes being shy and slowly peels the silk material down his muscular thighs revealing a perfect semi-erect marvel of manliness. I can feel my heart beat faster and my breathing quicken as the thick pole comes into view.
I look up and am shocked to see his blue eyes staring deeply into mine. My face burns with a total hot blush. Oh, sweet Jesus, he just winked at me in a sexy way. I'll die. He's looking down at my cleavage. Jeez, my nipples just stood up like bullets. I'm frozen in his gaze. He seems to be looking right into my primal, lusty soul. God, this is too much. I break the stare and look down at the floor. I can feel my chest heaving in excitement. What's coming over me?
My sis shouts to me over the screams of others, "Watch this."
Margaret, our bachelorette, has a bottle of lubricant in her hand and the women are shouting, "Make him hard, make him hard." Billy, knows this part, steps to her and she fills her hand with slick oil and strokes his growing manhood. The glistening staff is so marvelous as it stiffens. I look up and he is still looking only at me. He licks his lips. I bite my lip and return his erotic gaze. Thank goodness we are surrounded by people or I might do something foolish. He gives a sly smile like he knows everything running through my primal brain.
Help, he's coming this way. He stands in front of my sister who has a ten-dollar bill in her hand and the bottle of lube. She gives the cash to him, reaches up, circles her fist around the substantial girth of Billy's weapon and slowly strokes the circumcised wonder. My pussy is humming. I dare not look up. I know he's looking at me. I can't take my eyes off his manhood.
My sister shouts, "Here's another ten bucks for my sister." He takes the money and moves in front of me. I want to crawl under a rock. Oh my god. I bury my head in my sister's shoulder. I can't do this. The women shout encouragement. Then I feel a masculine hand take my wrist and slowly pull to place my fingers on his penis. I wrap my fingers around it. It feels like velvet over granite. This is so horny.
His manly voice with an Australian accent says, "Please put some lube on it and use both hands. I like that, sweetheart."
My sis holds the bottle of lube out and I cup my left hand under it, still holding his cock in the right. I take my hand now with lots of slick liquid and coat the deep red engorged head. A giddy feeling of energy release flows over me. With both hands now on his staff, I pump up and down. I can feel love juices flow into my pussy lips. I'm light-headed from the pure pleasure of the moment. A strange urge comes over me to kiss the tip and roll his cock over my face. I can barely fight the urge. I look up and his blue eyes drill right through me. We connect on some primitive level. I want to run my hands over his washboard abs and strong pecs.
Women shout loudly and urgently, "Next, next ." My hand empties and he moves on to other horny females with cash. The moment is broken. I'm in a mental fog. Billy disappears.
I snap out of my reverie when an announcer on a mike tells the room full of women, "It's eleven o'clock on ladies' night at The Foxy Den and that means our dance starts. Our local handsome gentlemen have been waiting to ask you to dance. Please enjoy yourselves."
We pay for our drinks and stand up to leave. My head is a bit clouded with more drinks than I normally have. I'm wanting to get home to my small apartment as soon as possible to use my trusty vibrator on my very wet, needy pussy. In fact, I'm so horny, I'll be able to get off with just my fingers.
My sister has other ideas. She pleads, "Please Cindy, can we stay for a few dances? You know my dear husband hates to dance. I need this. We never go out any more. My life is so fucking boring. Please."
What can I say? The look on her face is so pitiful. "Sure, sis. We can stay." She gives me a big hug.
Soon a swarm of men of all ages and types descend on the tipsy women inviting them to dance or just to sit and flirt. A couple of our girl's group leave but most, especially the married ones, stay. They are soon having a great time dancing to hard rock music. I see a lot of men's hands groping the ladies' bums without any objections from the gals.
Two guys come over to my sis and I. They look so young, high school types but to get in here, they must be of age. I want to turn them down but sis whispers that she'd like to dance with the nicer looking boy. It's a little harmless fantasy of hers to flirt with a young guy, she whispers. This is a surprise. Amanda is usually so conservative. I guess the many margaritas have made her loosen up. Well, what's the harm? It's girls' night out. She goes off to the dancefloor with her young man.
My guy is a high school nerdy type that is a bit shy and a poor dancer. Amanda's is a handsome jock that is cocky and full of himself. As soon as he starts dancing with Amanda, he's grabbing her ass. To my surprise, sis is loving it. Wow, what did they put in those margaritas? My guy tries the same thing, but I push his hand away. I'm not looking to hook up with a guy younger than me. When the song stops Amanda gives her boy a big hug. He whispers something in her ear. She smiles up at him and then walks back to where I'm standing. My fellow goes off to be with his buddy.
"Whew that guy is a real flirt. He wants to drive me home. After watching those nude dancers I'm so horny, I might even take him up on that. Jack and I haven't had sex in a month. This night is the sexiest thing I've done in forever."
"Amanda, don't even think about doing that. That's bad news. You have a great husband and two sweet kids. Don't mess that up."
"You're right. That's just my aroused pussy and the alcohol talking."
All of a sudden, over Amanda's shoulder I see Billy, the dancer coming our way. He's dressed in an expensive silver leisure suit with a silk formal shirt over his sculpted body.
In his sexy Australian accent, he greets us, "Hi birds, having fun?" His smile melts my heart.
Amanda sees that I'm lost for words and jumps in, "We sure are. My sister and I just loved your show."