It was late 1999, and I had just gotten divorced from my first wife. I was bored, so I took in one of the local strip clubs, hoping for a little entertainment on that ice cold night. It was an odd sensation, sitting there, watching the woman gyrating her hips on the stage. Why was it odd? After all, it wasn’t like I had never been to a strip club before.
In fact, I can remember going to clubs in Italy, where there was much more involved than just dancing. Places where the woman would put her foot on your knee, bring her pussy inches from your face, and let you watch while she used a toy on herself.
So, as for odd sensations, why was this time any different? That was easy. This time, I knew the woman on the stage personally. In fact, I knew her husband too. He was someone that I was stationed with, and was actually in my same squadron. That is what made the whole scenario odd. I knew that I could never look at his wife the same way again, not after tonight.
She had always been easy on the eyes, not a knock-out, but pretty just the same. One thing I always liked about her was that she was comfortable in her own skin. She was a little on the heavier side, thick, with large breasts and a big, round ass. But, she was comfortable with herself, and that is what mattered.
My eyes were riveted on her as she swayed across the stage. I’ll be the first to admit, I had often wondered what she looked like under those sweatshirts she always wore. In a flash, the bra that was barely containing her easily 38 or 40 DD breasts, was gone. I never had to wonder again after that, because I had an eye full.
She had me mesmerized, watching them sway back and forth as she danced on the stage. I was transfixed on her large areolas, and thick, erect nipples. So much so, that I almost failed to notice when she removed her thong…almost.
My eyes were drawn to her clean shaven mound, and when she got on her knees… I was done for. There she was, on all fours, giving myself and the other men in the room a view of her puffy lips, framed by her big ass. I knew then that I definitely wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way ever again.
After she had finished dancing, she made a bee line to the back room. A short while later, she reappeared wearing her thong and skimpy bra, and headed straight to my table.
“Hey,” she said, sitting down next to me.
“Hey, yourself,” I replied and laughed little.
“What brings you here?”
“Boredom, and an empty house,” I replied. “I’d ask you the same question, but, the answer is obvious.”
“Yeah, well…” she began. “I thought I would give it try. It was something I always wanted to do, but didn’t have the nerve to do it. Then, I needed to make some fast money and thought why not.”
“What does your husband think of it?” I asked her, knowing how much of an ass he was at work.
“He doesn’t like it,” she admitted. “But, he is away on temporary deployment. So, it wasn’t like he could stop me. Listen, I need you to do me a favor. There are a lot of creeps in here tonight, this was fun and all… but, I don’t see myself doing it again.”
“Sure,” I shrugged my shoulders. “What do you need?”
“Buy me a drink and a lap dance. That will take me to the end of my shift.”
Although, I probably would have bought a lap dance from her without her asking anyway, I certainly couldn’t turn down her request. So, I ponied up the money for a drink and a lap dance. We sat there drinking the drinks, making small talk, and then she pulled me into the private booth.
I assumed that she would just continue talking to me when we got in there. Knowing that she knew me personally, and was using this to keep from dancing with someone else. But, I was wrong, she gave me my money’s worth and it was worth every red cent too.
She gave me what was probably one of the best lap dances I had ever had, rubbing those glorious mounds over my face and grazing my lips with those hard nipples. Needless to say, it didn’t take long for me to get uncomfortable. By uncomfortable, I meant that I seriously needed to adjust myself, after all of her rubbing and grinding.
I was going to do just that too, adjust myself that is. But, she did it for me. I was shocked when she reached down into my pants and grabbed me with her bare hand.
“I’m not supposed to do this,” she admitted, wrapping her cool fingers around me. “But, you looked so uncomfortable, I thought I should lend you a hand.”
She straightened me up, gave me a few strokes for good measure, and then ran her thumb across the tip slowly. The sensation was unbelievable, having her hold me that way, looking into my eyes and rubbing my crown in slow, circular motions.
“Damn, you feel good,” she sighed. “Sometimes it sucks being married. You know?”
“Yep,” I replied. I probably could have said more, but, I was otherwise distracted at the time.
“Fuck,” she muttered, releasing my manhood and removing her hand from my pants.
She went back to her lap dance, but, it was different. After removing her hand from my pants, she set to grinding herself against me with a purpose. By the time she was done, she had me at the brink of cumming several times. At some point, she even placed her bare pussy lips mere inches from my face. I could smell her arousal permeating the room. It took all I had not to cross that line further and bury my face between her legs for a taste.
“Fuck…let me see it,” she said, after getting dressed.
“What?” I asked.
“Let me see it. I want to see what I am missing out on.”
I did as she asked, unzipping my pants and letting them fall to my knees. I think a part of me was still hopeful that she would change her mind, but, I wasn’t going to press it. So, I just stood there, bared and fully erect.
“Fuck,” she said, for the third time that night and then asked me to get dressed.
I saw her again several times after that, but, neither of us brought up that night at the club. Her husband had no idea that I had been there, and that is probably for the best. But, our relationship was never the same afterwards and there was a crackling of sexual tension whenever we were by ourselves. I still believe that if I had pursued her that night, she and I would have sealed the deal. But, I don’t have any regrets about the decision I made. At least I wasn’t at home, bored and in an empty house.
©AC Elliott (written in 2015)