She Feels Pretty

Oh, my Lovely Dancer. I missed her. And there she was. Lovely as always, but more. Hot. Very, very hot. Sexy. Damn sexy. Porn Star sexy. Feeling pretty. Dancing with confidence. Owning the stage. White hot and radiant. And she was with me.

I couldn't keep my eyes off of her as we talked. I took in her new look. Long full flowing hair, flawless makeup with riveting eyes, glamorous cocktail dress with a revealing cleavage, and sexy full see-through panties that say "perfect".

And we talked and reconnected. She's reached a major decision in her life and she was elated. And I was feeding off of her energy. We were in our own little capsule of interest. Nothing else mattered in the club.

"I'm monopolizing you're time. We need to dance so you can move on." Before or after her next stage set. After, we decide, so we don't have to rush. "Dance for them and get turned on and then dance for me in private" I suggest.

But that's for naught, because it's just us at the stage. I lay out several singles on the rail in appreciation as she dances just for me. And I appreciate her body up close. Dancer has a full, ample but toned figure and I'm lusting for her. She teases me with her full voluptuous backside in the peek-a-boo panties. More, I want more. So I do the "ride for five". I lay down through the gap in the stage and Dancer straddles me in a very public 69 position that lingers as she moves back up my body to retrieve the $5. Hot, very hot. And I'm aroused. Very aroused.

And we reconnect in our private dance. Slow and passionate. Lingering and carressing, my hands exploring every allowable inch of her. So delicious to the touch, her smooth tight skin. I lust for her and I am completely lost in her closeness. Embracing. Nuzzling. My lips at her neck. Our noses touching. Enveloped in her hair. The joy of her weight on my lap. Full on dry humping, with my aroused package married to her warmth, as I cradle her ass in my palm with one hand and caress her hair with the other. Small talk and smiles and laughs as she remembers my purring. My fingertips memorizing her delightful curves with the lightest of touches. Almost in slow motion. Very, very intimate and passionate.

"Give me a hug" she says as our time nears the end. And I sit up with her on my lap and I hug her. And the hug lingers and tightens through one full song as we pull ourselves into each other. We sway and we dance as we hug, completely reinventing the lapdance to be an acutal dance. Nice. Very nice. She seems to enjoy this deep enveloping bear hug as much as I do.

Thank you, my lovely dancer. I'm glad you feel as pretty as you are. I missed you.