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Hi. First time poster here. This is much longer than I expected.. but I had to share this experience. I’m writing it down for myself so the memory doesn’t fade, but I thought someone else might be interested.. here we go.
I was away from home over the weekend in a city at the opposite end of England for a friend’s birthday. We’d been out to a few bars, had some beers, I was a little drunk. We parted ways and I started walking back towards my hotel alone.
I realised I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night, and I was feeling pretty horny. My first thought was to hit another bar and try my luck. Some context: I’m 30, and I’m not an ugly guy but I’m a bit of a "specialist taste", tall and broad and bearded and a little on the chubby side. So although I can hold a conversation I’ve never been great at picking up random women. I didn't feel like paying to get into a club only to leave alone anyway.
Just then, I happened to walk past the entrance to a strip club. I hesitated.. it was in a back street and it looked pretty sleazy on the outside. I’d been in strip clubs only twice before, and both times I was with a group of drunken, loud friends. Would it be weird to go in alone? Would I look like a loser? I had some cash in my pocket, so I thought.. why not?
Inside it was pretty small, with a fairly busy bar area and lots of empty seating around the edges of the room. There were stairs leading down to the private dancing area, and a tiny stage with a pole and a slightly bored-looking dancer wrapped round it.
The thing that really surprised me was the number of girls. There almost seemed to be one girl for every guy, all in skimpy underwear and high heels, milling around and chatting. There were boobs and bums and legs everywhere. I knew straight away I’d made the right decision by coming in.
Immediately several girls came up to me and said hello, each trying to get my attention. I didn’t want to rush into a dance, so I excused myself and went to the bar to grab a drink and take in the view.
That was when I noticed her. Standing alone, not forcing herself into conversations like the other girls. She looked calm and confident. Physically, she was exactly my type: dirty blonde hair, quite tall, pale white skin. I tend to go for larger women in "real life", and she was not overly skinny, with great thighs, a cute little defined belly, and a stunningly big (but perfectly proportioned) set hot naked russian girls of boobs spilling out of a lacy black bra. I’m not very good at guessing sizes, but I’d say they were at least an E cup. Her body was thick but toned.
But the thing that really caught my attention was her face. She had beautiful eyes, big and innocent looking, with just a hint of cheekiness, and lovely full pouting lips. Most of the other girls looked cheap and vacant. She was stunning.
I took a deep breath, walked over and said hi. She smiled and seemed relieved that someone had approached her and she didn’t have to make too much effort to "sell" herself. We made small talk, I told her that she’d attracted me from across the bar, which seemed to make her happy. And then I asked for a dance.
I decided to start with a brief one, just to keep some cash left over in case she was a disappointing dancer. I paid for three minutes and she led me downstairs and found a quiet corner. I sat, hands on the seat by my side, legs apart a little, and waited for the show to start.
She spun a few times so I could get a good look at her body. She faced away from me, unhooked her bra and turned round. My jaw dropped.
I’ve seen my share of big boobs, but I’ve never seen any like these. Obviously all-natural, as her bra fell away, they dropped a little but held their shape perfectly. She had light puffy nipples with barely visible areolas. They sat at just the right height, just the right distance apart, just the right shape. They were perfect.
I barely had time to take them in when she turned and bent over to show me her ass. I’m more of a boob man, but I can appreciate a juicy, round bum, especially as she peeled down her black underwear. She quickly sat down on the seat opposite and spread her legs to reveal a totally shaved pussy, with lovely big lips that she spread open for me. She then walked back over, her body swaying, and straddled me. Those boobs were inches from my face. She gave me a great lap dance, showing herself off perfectly, knowing just what I wanted to see. But before I knew it, it was over.
She got dressed and I followed her back upstairs. I sheepishly asked if she wanted a drink, still bowled over by her body and not quite thinking straight. met art network She smiled and agreed, asking for a vodka and orange. I got myself a bourbon and coke and followed her to an empty part of the club.
I don’t know what came over me, but I decided to just talk to her, like a normal human. I tried to forget that we were in a strip club, and that she was only wearing underwear and heels. I deliberately avoided talking about stripping, as I guessed that’s what most of her customers asked her about. We talked about ordinary stuff, life, what she did (a student making a little extra money to help with rent), where she was from, friends, family. I found out she was only 19 (which explains the gravity-defying boobs). It seemed to dawn on her that I was actually being nice, and she quickly opened up. She was intelligent and funny, and very soon we were laughing and chatting like old friends. It felt like a first date, apart from the fact that I’d already seen her naked, of course.
The conversation eventually turned back to stripping, and she got a dirty look in her eye. She told me that she loved her job, but a lot of customers were pretty sleazy. We talked about the rules around how far you’re allowed to go in the UK (no touching allowed). She says a lot of customers try to push the limits, groping her and forcing her to pull their hands away. She appreciated that I hadn't tried anything. She then bit her lip, smiled, and said quietly, " but it depends on the customer. Some rules are made to be broken".
I didn't quite know what to make of that, but I knew I had to find out. We chatted a little more and eventually I asked if we could go for another dance. I emptied my wallet and paid for as much time as I could afford (which sadly still wasn't much!) She took my hand and guided me to a completely empty part of the downstairs area.
Immediately I knew this dance was going to be different. She hopped on my lap, and asked me to unhook her bra. I fumbled the clip but quickly got it off. She tossed it aside, turned around and pushed her amazing boobs straight into my face, one on each side of my head, completely smothering me. I was in heaven. She ran them up and down as I turned my head from met art porn side to side. I could feel her nipples starting to get hard. She nibbled my ear and then hopped off me, standing up and stepping out of her underwear. Again walking over to the opposite seat a few feet away, she raised one leg and showed me her pussy, this time glistening in the light. She spent a little time running her fingers along the outside, and then quickly plunged two inside, sliding them in and out a few times before swirling them around her clit.
She walked back over to me and leaned forward, our eyes locked together, brushing her mouth against mine. She straddled me and her boobs were in my face again. This time she pushed her nipple towards my mouth. I still wasn't totally sure how far she wanted to go, but I couldn't ignore what she was doing. I gingerly ran my tongue around her nipple, gauging her response, before sucking it into my mouth and gently biting down. She breathed deeply and pulled it away, checking behind to make sure no-one else could see us.
She turned and sat in my lap, lying back against me and grinding her ass into my crotch. I whispered in her ear "can you feel how hard I am?" She giggled and nodded, grinding harder. She stood and slid her body down mine, her boobs running across my chest and down my stomach, until they were either side of my crotch. She checked behind her again and kept going down, until her face was level with the huge bulge in the front of my jeans. She turned her head to the side, opened her mouth and bit down gently, squeezing my cock between her teeth.
I got bolder. I grabbed her ass. She kissed my neck. I sucked on both of her nipples. It felt like she was pushing herself, to see how far she'd go. I scratched my fingernails down her back. She kept slowing down, seeming nervous, checking behind her, then getting bold again. She squeezed my rock hard cock through my jeans. She slid her finger into her pussy, pulled it out and put it in my met art gallery uk mouth for me to taste, sweet and deliciously musky. My hands slid from her ass along her inner thighs, my fingertips brushing her pussy lips. She shuddered. At one point we even kissed, properly, only for a second, her tongue swirling around mine. She teased me mercilessly. I loved every second of it.
We went on like this for what seemed like much longer than I'd paid for. At one point she checked the clock and pouted when she found out that we only had two minutes left. But the dance lasted for at least ten minutes after that point.
Finally it had to end. I was so turned on I could barely speak, but I couldn't leave without at least telling her that I had an empty hotel room only five minutes away. She bit her lip but said she had to work for another two hours. She shook her head, saying "and I can't anyway, it's against the rules".
I left only after making sure she knew that she'd given me one of the most erotic experiences of my life. She was quiet, suddenly shy, but said in return that I was not a usual everyday customer. I kissed her on the cheek and left, feeling like I was walking on air.
Of course, it might have all been fake, just another performance. Maybe she really did that for every sleazy old businessman who walked through the door. But it doesn't matter to me: it felt like we had a connection, it was the best lap dance I'll ever receive, and if that's how she treats all her customers, she's the greatest stripper in the world.
Anyway, that's the end. I'm hard again now just thinking about it. Thanks for reading!
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