Julia Sends a Text Message

Hi there. My name is Raymond Ryan and we haven’t met before. I am male, white Caucasian, of average height and build, and thirty-seven years old. I am a college lecturer, specialising in mathematics and science. I teach pupils of all abilities from the age of eighteen upwards. I enjoy my work immensely and believe that I am pretty good at what I do. I have a very healthy and active sex life with my thirty-five year old partner Julie, who has been living with me for three years in my apartment in Kingston, near London, England. Julie and I have played out many wonderful sexual fantasies in the last few years. Among other things, one of our teases is to send each other rude or suggestive text messages from our mobile phones.

When I gave my mobile phone number to my class of twelve A-level mathematics students, my motivation was purely to be there and available to them should they need any help with their course. I hold an after college study class and occasionally two or three of the more enthusiastic students will attend a study group at my apartment on a Saturday morning. Three of the class, in particular, Julia, Emma and Darren, regularly attend on Saturday mornings. All three are capable students and Julie and I both enjoy their company when they visit our home. As a result, I have their mobile phone numbers stored in my phone.

My life changed when I sent this message; “I can’t wait to get into your knickers,” to the student of mine called Julia, instead of to my partner Julie. It was not until I received a reply that I realised that I had made a stupid mistake, but the message I got back made me catch my breath and it changed my life, forever.

Julia texted back “mmm yes my pussy is wet for your touch.”

I could not help but imagine Julia in my mind, with her skirt around her narrow waist, phone in one hand, other hand in her knickers, with a finger in her pussy rubbing her clitoris. I know Julia quite well having taught her for nearly a year now. Most people would describe her as very attractive. She’s a bright girl of nineteen, and originally from Mozambique in Africa. I realised, immediately, that I had made a gross error that could seriously threaten my job. Straight away I started to compose a reply to her text, full of apologies, explaining that the text message I had sent her, had been meant for Julie instead.

As I was doing this, I heard the sound of keys in the front door, which opened and Julie entered our apartment. Out of a sense of fear that Julie would suspect me of intentionally seducing a student of mine, I hastily put my phone down on the table, with the reply half written, and went to welcome her at the door. The kiss I gave her in greeting was passionate, maybe more so than she was expecting. She responded in kind and, very soon, we were kissing so hard that my tongue must have been half way down her throat. She tasted good; in fact, she always tastes good. I held her in a tight embrace, winding the fingers of my left hand into her soft dark hair, my right hand caressing the small of her back through the material of her suit. However, I was still struggling to free my mind from the earlier mental image of Julia masturbating. I fleetingly imagined that I was trading tongues with my student instead of my partner. Everything considered, I found myself becoming aroused and Julie noticed this too.

We were disturbed when my phone made that bleeping sound that informs you that a message has been received. Before I could react, Julie reached over to the table and picked up my phone to hand it to me. Like in a sit-com series, she did one of those classic double take things with her head and eyes as she glanced at the text still displayed on my screen. The one I had been in the process of writing before she came home.

She handed my phone to me and said, rather more deliberately than is usually necessary, “Ray. Is there anything you feel you should share with me?” She raised an eyebrow, fixing me with a questioning stare from piercing green eyes.

Believing that when in a sticky situation telling the truth is the best policy, I confessed to her that I had sent a text meant for her, to Julia instead. She laughed thinking that it was amusing.

I cautioned her, saying, “It’s not funny, I could loose my job because of this. Plus, there’s a further complication. I got a reply from Julia which might cause even further embarrassment.”

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Elevator Ride

Standing alone in his dorm room John pondered what his next move should be. It was Christmas break and there was barely anyone left on campus. Looking around he saw the picture of his family sitting on his dresser which was empty due to having no class over the break. Sitting to the right of that was his laptop which was open to facebook, his usual procedure to burn a couple hours while having nothing to do. 

His dorm room was really quite empty, except for a Chicago Bulls calendar and some family photos, the walls were bare. He never really was the decorating type, he always thought when he found the right girl she would decorate their house for them. In truth he really didn’t care that much, he was fine with the walls being empty; it was always the people who visited him who had the problem, always saying how his room was so bland and boring, he didn’t care. 

As he began to pace thoughts returned to what he was going to eat for dinner. Since it was Christmas break the cafeteria was closed, so he couldn’t count on that. There was always Burger King a couple blocks down he thought. With how cold it was outside in the dead of winter, traveling down the block really wasn’t appealing. 

So with that in mind he was going to the ole standby and gets some food out of the vending machines. Crossing the floor he readjusted his sweat pants and made sure everything was in order. Opening the door he reached down and re-adjusted himself and started walking down the halls. With no one around he really didn’t have to worry about crashing into someone with his hands down his pants. 

The walls were a boring white color, with every ten feet or so a new room with a corresponding number. His room was number 10, which was perfect because it was right in the middle of the hall which meant it was right across from the bathroom. Sure that meant hearing the door open and close during the night, but on those drunken nights when you have to get to the bathroom quick, nothing was better. His floor was completely abandoned; he was the only soul living there the entire month. He kind of liked it that way, but it also got lonely. 

This was the first time he wasn’t able to go home for the holidays because his parents were on a cruise they book months ahead of time. They didn’t think about him of course, they never did. As he walked by room number six, he could smell the sweet scent of pot. His friend George lived in that room and was a huge pothead, always skipping class to go get high with his girlfriend, but naturally a straight A student. 

Reaching the elevator he clicked the button and only had to wait a matter of seconds before the elevator arrived, another perk of being one of the few in the building. His building was newly renovated so the elevators were exceptionally nice, wood panels and carpeted floors. The amber colored floor brought out the wood of the elevator but looked strange next to the white walls of his floor. Each floor had different colored walls ranging from light blue, white, to brown and even red. He always thought he picked the right floor sense he was always told he had a boring personality.

The elevator slowly descended until it reached the lobby and he exited onto the ceramic tile. Walking across the floor he could hear his footsteps slap the tile, echoing around the corridor. With the lobby vending machines down the hallways on the right, he walked that direction. As he turned the corner he could hear grunts and heavy breathing from where the vending machines were. A metallic crack sounded off into the air as if someone was kicking the machine. With his heart beat quickened he picked up the pace to see if someone needed help. 

“You piece of crap give me my Snickers bar!” he heard a women scream down the hall. 

It was nice to hear another person’s voice he though, you get cabin fever after being alone for too long. In his mind he was going over all the scenarios of what she could look like. With his luck it was be some girl he was not attracted to, he never caught the breaks. 

Before turning the corner he called out, “Do you need help?” he was hoping that she did.

“Oh thank god, I’m starving and this machine won’t give me my candy bar,” she yelled back.

As he turned the corner he saw the source of the voice, and it took his breath away. Standing ten feet away was the most elegant women he had ever seen. Standing perpendicular to the machine he could see she was thin, around 5’10 and had beautiful brown hair about shoulder length. Even though it was winter she had pink short shorts on that left little to the imagination. Her cream colored appeared soft and smooth. To top it off was a white Illinois State sweatshirt that appeared brand new. Our eyes meeting for the first time seemed to go on forever, but was really only a second on two. 

Visually regaining her composure she brushed some hair away from her face before putting them on her hips.

“I’m sorry but I’m really hungry and this dumb machine won’t work,” she explained. 

Closing the gap between the two of them, he walked right up next to the machine to get a closer look. 

“Well it looks to me as if your candy bar won’t fall,” he said jokingly. 

Throwing her hands up in the air she said, “Well duh smarty pants.”

Breaking his attention away from the machine he came face to face with her and could smell her delicious perfume. She smelled of strawberries. Looking directly into her eyes he was about to speak when she got her words out first.

“Hey I’m Carol”

“Nice to meet you I’m John, what are you doing here, its Christmas break shouldn’t you be at home with your family?

“I would but I work at the community center down Williams’s road doing charity work over the holidays. How about you, what are you still doing here?”

Looking back toward the machine his hands started to lightly shake the device hoping he could cause the food to fall. 

“My parents thought it was a good idea to go on a vacation without me,” he explained while tending to his task of helping the girl out. 

While he was trying different way to get the candy for her they made small talk about how abandoned the campus was and how there was no where to eat. Thus explaining why the both went to the vending machines for food. After a minute or two and more rough housing the machine, the candy finally dropped. 

“Ah there we go,” he said as he put his hand into the slot and handed her the candy bar. 

“Thank you so much! I don’t know what I was going to do if this didn’t work out.”

“Not a problem, glad to help,” he said

“Well it was nice meeting you John, I won’t forget this,” she said as she turned to walk away. 

They shared a smile and like that she started to walk away. Naturally when a good looking girl is in need of help, it’s one that doesn’t find him attractive he thought. Hearing her footsteps he wished he would have asked for her number, an opportunity like that doesn’t happen every day. She had to be the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he just let her walk away.

As he kept kicking himself over the mistake, and picking out his food, which of course was Doritos, his favorite chips, he could hear footsteps coming closer to him. As he bent over taking his bag of chips out of the slot, he looked back and saw Carol walking back toward him. His mind began to race, why is she walking back to me for he thought. A smile spread across her face as she walked up next to him.

“Hey by any chance would you be interested in hanging out? I’m very bored and you look like a nice enough guy to hang out with.” 

The sound of her voice was enthralling, all he knew was the wanted to keep hearing it. 

“Yea sure, that sounds like a great idea. I really don’t know what there is to do but I’m sure we can think of something.” 

With that we take off from the vending machine down the hallway. For some reason the hallways seem just a little brighter than when I arrived just ten minutes earlier. We decide that neither of us was ready to go back to our rooms so walking sounded right. Luckily we had the largest dorm on campus and had plenty of places to walk around. 

As were walking we talk about our roommates and how we both despise them. It turns out she is from Michigan and wants to be a nurse, pretty much all small talk. Her charity work resolves around her cooking the meals for the elderly at the community center. 

Making their way around the dorm the flow of conversation goes from the normal how is your day type of chit chats to more personal questions. After walking around for about twenty minutes he stops in front of the elevator.

“I have grown tired of walking,” he said with a laugh, “but I would still appreciate your company so would you be interested in joining me to my room; we could watch a movie or something?”

He had no idea where that came from, it was so unlike him. But after talking and walking around with her, perhaps he had become more comfortable than he thought. He wasn’t even worried she would say no, a rush of adrenaline came bursting through his veins and he knew she would say yes. 

With a wide grin on her face she says, “Wow, you really are confident in yourself aren’t you.” Pausing for a second before he could answer she continued, “But I like that, normally guys around me are nervous, but not you.”

“Well that settles it then,” he said. 

Turning his back he reached for the elevator button and pressed it, it grew an orange color. Almost immediately the elevator dinged indicating it was there and the doors opened. Wasting no time Carol walked into the elevator and moved into the right back corner. With John following, he walked in pressed the button for the 9th floor and turned around facing her. Carol was leaning against the wall with her arms holding onto the side railing. Wasting no time, without even asking for permission John walking right up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. 

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Beach Goddess

There is not a cloud in the sky on this beautiful summer day. The waters of the Med are just as blue. I’m sitting on my beach towel feeling as horny as hell, pretty normal for an 18 year old guy enjoying all the girls in their little bathing suits. And then I see her and suddenly there hardly seems enough room in my swim trunks.

She is tall and lean, with a sun bronzed body and flowing blonde hair. I watch as she steps down to the water and plunges in. I adjust my posture so that my erection doesn’t show. A few minutes later he rises up out of the water like some goddess of old. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen and I just about shoot my bolt.

Water drips down her flat belly. Her big, firm tits jut out in front of her as she walks. She smiles, for no reason other than it is a beautiful day, and reveals pure white teeth. Everything about her is just perfect and she is driving me crazy with lust. And then, to my amazement , she seems to be headed straight in my direction. I can feel my heart start to thump as a sweat breaks out on my forehead.
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My Girlfriends Mother

My girlfriend Elsie told me her mother, Linda, was going to stay the weekend with us. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, but it was the beginning of an incredible summer.

I was 23 when I met Elsie. Elsie was 22. We had been dating for about a year and living together for almost 6 months. She was a dancer at one of the local gentleman’s clubs. I had no problem with her being a dancer. When she came home, she was usually very horny and our sex life was very good.

When I first met her mother Linda, we hit it off well. Linda was in her mid-forties and was a hairdresser. She was very classy-looking….I saw where Elsie got her body. A woman in her late forties, Linda looked incredible. She had been dating Ted for about a year, but their relationship was in trouble, so she wanted to get away for a few days.

Back to the weekend that started it all……

Elsie was called in to work Friday night until closing; she asked me to spend time with her mother, which I didn’t mind at all. Linda and I had dinner at the house. Linda loved wine, so we had a few glasses and were totally relaxed. We had great conversation and laughed a lot. We were borderline tipsy.

Linda suddenly said, “Elsie tells me you take very good care of her. I appreciate that you take good care of my baby girl.”

I was flattered and told her how much I liked Elsie.

Linda continued, “You know, Elsie tells me everything. And I mean, everything.”

I got a little nervous, wondering what she was implying.

“You fuck my daughter great and she loves it. She tells me you’re a fantastic pussy eater as well. Ted doesn’t eat pussy.”
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Two Girls On The Beach

It was about 1130am on a hot March mid-week day in Perth, Western Australia. I am a 30 year old male, and was heading to a small beach about 40kms north for a day of sunbathing. I tend to go to this beach as it’s a short walk across and around rocks to the beach from the carpark, so it doesn’t get too busy, even on weekends. When I say it doesn’t get busy, usually you only see the odd person or 2, so it allows me to work on my all over tan without heading to the official nude beach further down the coast. Plus, sometimes you get lucky and you get to perve on a young mother or group of sexy young coeds sunning themselves topless, or even better nude. As it’s not a nude beach, people that do swim topless or nude are generally left alone to enjoy the suns rays in peace without the fear of being perved or pestered by dirty old men.

Anyway, as I was rock hopping across the rocks I notice 2 girls (one brunette, one blonde, both the same height at about 5 foot 10’) walking a couple of hundred meters in front of me. All of a sudden, the hat in the brunette’s bag falls out and drops to the sand, and the owner is unaware that the hat was missing.

By the time I get to where the hat was, I glance up the beach and see the girls setting themselves up behind a small sand mound a couple of hundreds meters up the beach, near where I usually go. It wasn’t hard to see where they were as there wasn’t anyone else on the beach on this glorious summer’s day. I pick up the hat with the intensions of returning the hat to its owner once I get to where they are sunning themselves on my way to my sunning place.

As I approached them, I noticed that they had already removed their bikini tops and were rubbing tanning lotion into their young skin. Both girls were beautiful, and either had a day off university or work. I estimate they would have been about nineteen or twenty years old, both with lovely tanned skin and perk boobs that stood straight out like proud beacons.

‘This is your hat, I saw it fall out of your bag a few hundred metres back’, I said. ‘Thanks’ said the brunette, ‘I didn’t even notice that it fell out’. Myself, the blonde and brunette made small talk for a minute or two, without the girls covering themselves up. Trying not to be obvious, I was happy they didn’t as I could have boned up right there and then without thinking too hard about it. They introduced themselves as Nicole (the brunette) and the blonde was Lisa. I was just about to leave when Lisa was frantically search through her bag ‘Damn, I left the SPF 30 suntan lotion back home, looks like we only got the tanning lotion (which is about SPF 4, which you can easily burn under the sun)’. I could see they were concerned about this, so I volunteered mine saying ‘I usually carry 2 bottles of lotion just in case, you are welcome to use this one (handing it to them) and return it when you are finished, I will just be working on my tan just over there. Plus I don’t want you burning your lovely bodies’. ‘Thanks, that’s really kind’, they said in unison.

On that, I walked about 30 metres away and laid my towel out in a small sand depression, where I could see the girls and they could see me. Watching them finish off applying lotion to themselves was erotic to say the least, as I stripped down to my bathers and standing there, slowly applied lotion to my body. I am particularly careful about ensuring that I am covered, however there is always a small section on my back that I can’t reach.

I glanced across to see what the girls were doing, who were stretched out, Lisa on her back and Nicole on her stomach. I had a feeling Nicole was watching me, so with a quick hand movement I removed my bathers and laid down on my towel. It was liberating to feel the sun on my bum, and I rubbed sunburn cream in just in case. Just as I finished, I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and noticed that Nicole had nudged Lisa and both were looking in my direction, having a good perve themselves, not that I minded though as I am a bit of an exhibitionist.
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The Commuter Bus

Trudy awoke to the soft classical music on the alarm clock radio. As she lay there thinking about the last evening with Ginger and Scott, Trudy realized she was very horny today and needed a stiff cock in her aching pussy.

Trudy climbed out of her bed and went to the patio window to look at the morning sunshine in the wooded yard outside her apartment.

“It was going to be warm today, she thought.” as she went to take a shower.

Trudy stood under the stream of hot water in the shower. The spray felt good on her skin as the hot water cascaded down her back, past her tiny waist, and rolled off the rounded cheeks of her tight buttocks. She lathered her ample, firm breasts with the soap and picked up the large sponge on the shelf under the shower spray. Rubbing her firm, soft breasts with the sponge, her thoughts went to Scott again.

His cock was so large, as she rubbed it through his slacks last night; she remembered how she could feel the heat of his organ through the thin material. She brought the sponge across her tiny waist and flat tummy and down to the tuft of blond hair on her soft, aroused pussy.

Resting a foot on the edge of the ledge of the shower, she rubbed the sponge around her little mound and across the outer lips of her pussy. She thought about what it would be like with Scott’s’ hand rubbing her there. Her pussy was getting very hot as she fantasized about his big cock shooting his hot come into her. She turned off the water and grabbed a bath towel to dry her soft, tingling body.

She went into the bedroom to dress for work. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she put on her lipstick and carefully applied her mascara. Trudy finished combing her long, blond hair and went to the closet to get a skirt and blouse.

As she put on a yellow, nylon blouse she decided to not button the top because she liked the sexy way her breasts would shake the loose, thin material as she moved. Then she pulled on a ruffled, yellow mini-skirt with black polka dots past her narrow hips and fastened it around her tiny waist. Slipping into a pair of plain, black high heel shoes she crossed the bedroom to her dresser and took out a pair of pink, black trimmed panties. After pulling on the panties, she stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.

“Such a hot looking babe.” she thought as she examined the sexy, blonde girl in the mirror wearing the soft, yellow blouse, opened to reveal a hint of her soft cleavage peeking past the loose, nylon fabric.
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Wife Has a Visitor

The phone rang three times before my wife was able to answer it. I had been outside this Saturday afternoon working in our garden and just came in the door to hear the phone ring. I didn’t know who she was talking to. From her responses on the phone, it seemed to me some one was flirting with her.

After a few minutes, she asked me if it was alright for Jim to come over today. I suddenly knew what it was all about and told her it was OK with me. When she hung up, I told her we were expecting this to happen anytime. She smiled at me and acted very nervous. She went to the bathroom to freshen up.

We had talked about sharing sex with our good friends, Jim and Julie, during the past several months. They indicated they would share, but my wife kept saying, no. Finally, my wife said she would try it, but she wanted complete privacy with Jim for the first time. No one could watch. I thought that would not be a problem, because we could utilize two separate bedrooms. She still wasn’t satisfied with that arrangement. She said Jim could come over sometime when I’m not in the house. After that, we would decide what to do.

My wife came out of the bathroom with her hair combed and her makeup freshly applied. She had put on more lipstick than usual. Her lips looked very inviting. Evidently, she wanted to look pretty and sexy for Jim.

I asked, “Are you going to take off your jeans and put on something pretty.”

“No, Jim will have to be satisfied with me just the way I am dressed.”

I laughed and said, “He will soon take off your clothes anyway.”

She looked a little shocked to realize Jim would soon be seeing her nude. I think she suddenly realized what was going to happen.

She said, “I need some courage. Go fix a strong drink for me”
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Wet T-Shirt Dare

We had been partying at a friends house and the topic of the wet T-shirt contest at one of the clubs came up. The guys though we should all go down there and that I should enter the contest. At first I didn’t want to do it, saying all those girls are professional contestants, this is how they make their money and I wouldn’t stand a chance up against them. Well all the guys wanted to go and watch, so we all went down there to watch.

Being a little older than most of the girls that entered these contest, I still hold my own pretty good after having one child. I am a real blonde, don’t ask me to prove it, because I keep her pretty much shaved. I am by no means a hard body, but I am still shapely, with what I am told is a killer ass and wear a thong bikini with no problem at all. I have “C” breasts that don’t quite stand up there on their own anymore, but not one guy has ever turned their eyes away when I flash them, which I have been known to do when I drink.

We continued to drink, the contest didn’t start until 11:30, I was doing shots of tequila so I was feeling confident and ready to party, the guys turned to begging, daring me and calling me chicken, not one to pass on a dare let alone be called chicken, and I had been drinking more than plenty, agreed to it, hell I loved showing off my body and they all knew it, especially my husband. When it was time for the contestants to go get ready. I was wearing a pair of jeans, a little cropped button up shirt and sandals. After cutting up the shirt they provided, there wasn’t much left of it, I knew the jeans had to go if I wanted any chance at the prize money, most of the other girls had on bikini bottoms, thongs and panties…. none of which I had, so I made a thong sorta bikini bottom thing out of the left over T-shirt material.
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Moms Friend Helps Out

On reaching 18 and having had a big party, and then securing a place at university I felt things couldn’t be better. But whilst I studied in a seemingly male dominated year and location I began to have envious feelings for those I’d left back home. Most of my friends were hooked up with girls, some that I’d even wanted to get hooked up to myself, and here was I, working for the future but missing out on today.

Every term break and visit back home deepened my disappointment about not having a girl, to a point on one occasion I didn’t want to go back to uni.

On this particular occasion my parents booked a late holiday and the start date coincided with when they were supposed to take me back, although I was intent on not going back anyway so I didn’t really care.

I overheard my mum telling her friend on the phone that they would have to put me in a taxi and that will reduce their bargain by about £100. But then my mum seemed to be listening and saying quite a few things like “oh right, ok then.”

When she came off the phone she told my dad that she had saved him the £100 taxi fare, her friend Julie had offered to take me. I’m still not going, I thought to myself.

Julie had been a friend of mum’s since they lived next door to each other when I was younger and before we moved to where we are now, but they still kept in touch. They often visited each other for things like parties where women buy things in the home, and just general socializing and other parties. I couldn’t quite remember Julie when we lived next door to her but as I grew through my teens I occasionally had private thoughts about her, I’m sure you know what I mean. She always seemed interested in how I was getting on at school and then sent me a good luck card when I started uni.

The last time they came to our house I remember her saying how she couldn’t believe how much I’d grown since she last saw me a few months earlier, and although feeling a little embarrassed to be centre of attention I remember thinking that I was now fractionally taller than her husband. I was also about 4 inches taller than my mum who in turn was about 2 inches taller than Julie although my mum was about 10 years older than her.

What I specifically remember about that evening was frequently being in a good position to look down Julie’s blouse that was already showing a good portion of cleavage without the added advantage that a higher angle gave.

Julie had 2 young children and was probably in her very early 30s, she had short straight brown hair and brown eyes, a well shaped curvy figure without being thin or fat, and a wonderful chest that always seemed to strain against her tops or be on show to some extent. Thinking further, to help describe, I would guess she’s about 130lbs and I’d also guess 36 or 38d up top, which for a little women not much over 5 foot tall is quite impressive I think.

Anyway, my parents left for their holiday about 4am and Julie called round about 9am. I told her I didn’t want to go, and after much sympathetic prying and encouragement she eventually got me to back down and get my bags. We didn’t say much in the car, other than me giving her directions and her trying to be cheerful about my prospects, saying how proud my parents were of me and how pleased she was that I was doing so well.

My two roomies weren’t going to arrive until later so I unlocked and led the way in, dumping the bag of food on the kitchen table as we walked through, then into my small room putting my bag of clean washing on a chair. Julie close behind asking where she should put the bag she was carrying.
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Strip Night

My girlfriend Deanna and I had been partying for several hours. We were bar hopping on the strip, drinking and dancing to our wild hearts desires. Deanna was in a wraparound skirt with a thong bikini underneath and a button up half sweater with no bra. Both of us rubbed strange bodies and felt strange hands on every jam-packed dance floor. We could see in each others eyes that we were horny, dripping sweat and ready to do it.

After midnight we began to tire of the dance scene and were planning our next move. Since Deanna had been drinking and seemed open to new things I suggested a strip club just for fun. To my surprise she accepted my offer and off we went. She had never been in a strip club so I picked one of the more classy and expensive ones around so it would be a nice experience.

The doorman couldn’t take his eyes off Deanna’s long legs as we entered. She is 5’9″ tall with strong tan legs that go on forever. The 36c breasts bouncing under the sweater also grabbed his attention. The club was packed already and we grabbed one of the few couches left. We sipped on a bottle of Crown Royal we had carried all night and watched some of the on stage dancers. I rubbed Deanna’s body as we lay back and took in all the sights. She squirmed from my touch and began to softly moan as I would “accidentally” brush her nipples or let my hand drift close to her crotch. The alcohol was having an effect. She had watched several of the couch dances around us including one with 2 dancers rubbing each other. A few dancers asked if we were ready, but Deanna was still a little nervous and I turned them down. I finally told Deanna we should get at least one dance just so she could experience it and she agreed.

We watched several of the girls and picked out one we both liked. I explained to the girl that Deanna was a little nervous and we just wanted a sexy table dance right in front of our couch. I didn’t want to scare Deanna away our first time by having a strange girl dancing in her lap. The stripper slowly began twirling in her sheer dress and I wrapped my hands around Deanna and placed them on her belly, pulling her against me.

The dancer sexily slid the dress from her shoulders and down her body. As she did this I rubbed my hands lightly up and down Deanna’s arms and legs. I could see Deanna’s hardened nipples under her sweater as we watched the dancer bending and stretching and showing off for us. The bikini top came off and whispering I asked Deanna what she thought of the girl’s breasts. I let my hands slide under the bottom of the sweater and touch the bottom of Deanna’s breasts. She offered no resistance and after a minute suddenly turned around and gave me a wet full tongue kiss. She was turned on by the sexy show just as much as I was. (more…)