Sharing Dancer

One, a friend. We've danced before many times - she and I - the lapdance variety. She knows me. I know her. At least on the level that we can in the club and online.

She is sex. She is beauty. I long for her. Lust for her. And she was there for me at the end of a very long road.

Greeting. Bonding. Embracing in a soul-satisfying clench. In front of everyone, caring about no one but her. It's been a while and we reconnect. Idle chatter on the surface. Desire much deeper. I stare at her - how can I not? - as I listen to her recount her doings. Happy that she is okay and, seemingly, happy for now. There's fun in her future and she glows as she describes it for me. Shes's refreshing as she talks openly about sexual things to me. I'm delighted for her that she has that in her life. So young. So vibrant. She is sex. And I want her. I want to please her. I want to spank her delectable round ass. I want to draw her in and hold her, to bring pleasure to her for hours, to possess her for a moment. I live vicariously through her stories of debauchery in her circle of playmates. Wishing that I was one of them.

She dances on stage for me and for another. We share her for a time. Me teaching him how to be with her. My sense of touch alive when she's with me. My visual appreciation of her body alive when she's with him.

And she's back to me. "Shall we dance?"

We must dance. We must connect. She is sex to me. I want to treat her to a dance for her. I want to share her with another beautiful dancer. And I want to experience it with her.

An idea. A double-dance.

Another. New to me. An ally of my friend in the club. She's a mystery to me. A beauty seen only at a distance. Sophisticated. Elegant. Exotic.

And my friend makes the arrangements, eager to please me. With a hope of being pleased herself.


A vision. Two beautiful women standing before me, disrobing from their elegant gowns, as our song begins. One is Sex. The other is Mystery. And we dance.

First, together focused on me. Each straddling a knee they approach me. And I'm enveloped, smothered in ample breasts. Against me, against each other. Long silky hair from both cascading around me. I love their hair. More than their breasts, their hair tells me that they are women - sexy beautiful women being intimate with me. We tease and we play as they shift positions. Cheek nuzzling. Eye contact. Body contact. Finding and exploring. Finding their hips - one with each hand. One - she's sex - firm but supple, daring me to grab hold. Another - she's mystery - possibly the softest skin I've ever felt. A whisper of flesh, melting in my fingertips. Both mine to explore, to touch, to tease, to caress.

And the focus shifts. They know each other and they find each other with me as the base. One - she's sex - the receiver. Yeilding to passion. Another - the mystery - taking control and mounting the one. Our heads together in a hot, steamy, almost-kiss that stretches out in time. My hands exploring - hips and thighs and arms and shoulders. Firm skin. Soft skin. Two distinct forms. A smile here. A moan there. Panting and embracing. Unimaginable simulated passion concentrated in space and time and set to country music. Simulated for my benefit, perhaps real for theirs.

Delicious, passionate, a connection. I live for the connection.

Disentangling.

The one - a picture of sex and satisfaction. Mussed and worked up. Breathless and pleased.

Another, a sweet exotic smile. "It was nice to meet you", I offer as we part.

Thank you, ladies. One - sex. Another - a mystery no more.

Buy that Pretty Girl a Table Dance

Stuck. Another night on the road. Another anonymous hotel room. Another unfamiliar car. Another trip out into the night down unfamiliar streets until I find the hidden little strip club. $5 to park, but the valet gets me into the members-only club.

Sexy, semi-naked girls everywhere. Two-level stage: girl in the front dancing for tips, girl behind her dancing for herself. I settle in to choose.

And a vision appears before me. Tall, almost 6 feet. Black. Long braided hair. Blue mesh dress with dark nipples peeking through. Delicious round booty on display. And she’s pretty. She’s really, really pretty. What a sweet, sexy smile. She moves in between my legs and she feels good against me. There’s not a choice really. Because she’s really, really pretty. We push our way to the only available table – front and center with people pressed in all around us. A table dance, $10, to start my night. The mesh dress comes off. Small, soft, sexy tits with deep brown nipples. Slender waist. G-string. And that ass – right in my face. Nice. But I mostly watch her smile, because she’s really, really pretty.

“What was her name?”. What? “What was her name?”. Pretty customer girl next to me - with a group 2 girls, 2 guys – is asking me. “Her name is B.”, I answer. “I have a new favorite dancer”, she says with obvious admiration.

Promo dance comes, 2 for $40 with contact, and the girls parade out. I briefly toy with choosing a tanned blonde goddess with enormous silicone assets. She looks fun. But I stay with B. and we move to the VIP. Oops, it’s full. So we sit outside and she throws her long sexy leg over me as we make small talk. Then it’s in – 2 rows of couches facing each other. Blonde goddess is opposite us and I briefly think I’ve made a mistake. Her guy is getting a handful, at her initiation. Dance B. is shyer than I thought and there’s minimal contact. But I enjoy our sensuous dance and I watch her face. Because she’s really, really pretty.

And the night moves on. I try a body shot from the shot girl. I don’t really want a shot. But I do want this frisky brunette on my lap. She blows in my ear, and teases with the shot test tube, rubbing it on her panties, taking it from my mouth with her mouth in an almost-kiss. Nice.

I notice that the stage dance is very erotic. Not the girl up front working the tiprail. Been there, seen that. But the girl in the back, dancing for herself. Slow, continuous, erotic. From the back I can see 3 layers: pretty southern girl with an excellent body giving a table dance, Cindy Crawford lookalike at the tiprail, and a little slip of a brunette with glasses a the back of the stage. Dancer H. I’ll have to keep her in mind. And I find that I'm very aroused by just the stage dance.

And, in my aroused state, a thought occurs to me: buy the pretty customer girl a table dance! She’s still there and she could be having more fun than she’s having. She has a guy with her, but I doubt he'll mind. I've never done this before and I'm imagining that it would be exciting. So I locate Dancer B. I explain that pretty customer girl admired her earlier and that I would like to buy her a dance. It’ll have to wait – there’s a promo coming up.

Dancer H. finds me for the promo. H is a pretty, petite girl. Short black hair and sexy glasses. This slender girl has my full attention. She’s convincing as she leans in to me and we head to the VIP. She’s kissy and chatty while we wait. I’m liking it. And we dance. 2 hot dances. Dancer H is a sex kitten in a petite package. Passionate and graceful as she moves on my lap. Those slender hips rotating slowly as she lightly rubs on her lap. Touching here, blowing there. Cheek to cheek nuzzling, more as the songs go on. She's getting it. That's what I like. Total GFE. Eskimo kisses. There’s no doubt about my appreciation of her skills. Yeow! Good choice. Thank you, baby.

And I head back out to the main area, very aroused, and just in time for pretty customer girl’s table dance. She’s surprised, but appreciative from the moment the blue mesh dress comes off. Everyone at her table is into it, but CG is definitely into it. Lust on her face. Her fingers tracing an unconscious dance on her thighs. Dancer B. kneels between her legs and teases her more aggressively than she would a male customer. Excellent. And CG’s getting hotter. Dancer B. turns away from her and sits on her lap, grinding. CG grabs her hips and pulls her into her lap deeper. Hands on contact! Excellent. It is very erotic when a girl enjoys a lapdance enthusiastically and I not only witnessed it, I arranged it. With a stranger. Hot.

CG comes over and thanks me after the dance and invites me to join the group. The guys are friendly, but they’re guys. The other girl wants in on it too. “Would you buy me a dance with the shot girl?” Only if you promise to enjoy it. Enjoy it she did. Played with shot girl's ass she did.

I almost closed the club down and I’m back out into the night. Morning will come early.

An excellent night with Dancer B, Dancer H , and the customer girls.

Thank you, ladies.

Waking Me Up

Suddenly she was there. Her hot breath tickling my ear as she crept up behind me and greeted me excitedly.

I had stopped by hoping to see her. Saw her name on the whiteboard at the DJ’s booth on my way in. She’s here somewhere but a quick survey of the room didn’t reveal her. Backstage? Dancing in the VIP? She’s working I know. I’m patient. Our paths will cross. I settled in to watch the stages.

And then she was with me. Pretty and smiling in the dim colored lights of the bar. I’m excited to see her, and it seems returned. We made the friendly small talk of familiar friends and I bask in the connection that we’ve made that’s beyond the club patron and random dancing girl. She knows me. I know her. That connection makes me alive.

Small talk. A little bitching – lots of grabby customers tonight, she says. Trying to touch the kitty cat. But the kitty bites back. “They’re not all gentlemen like me?” I ask. “There’s only one you, honey. Trust me.”

“I’m not dancing tonight”, I apologize. “I’m at the point of exhaustion and I probably couldn’t ‘show my appreciation’ if we danced”. Not a problem, she says. She won’t hold it against me. And soon she’s off chasing a good prospect who shows signs of being a spender. I settle into my chair – only my tired eyes moving. Pretty girls on stage tonight too be sure. But I’m too tired to care. If she wasn’t here I would leave and seek some elusive rest. But my mind plays with the prospect of deepening the connection.

And so we flirt the early A.M. hours away. My exhaustion helps me focus. Her. Only her.

First the satellite stage. Usher’s “Yeah” setting the pace for us. “I know you like Lil John” I add to reminder her I’ve paid attention to her. I tip. She lingers. Electricity between us. There's a disruption and I look: an impromptu girl-on-girl show with a cute girl customer on the main stage. Normally I would be distracted by that. Not tonight. There's only my enchantress.

And I'm stirring from my stupor.

On to the main stage. She works her way around the rail with me for last. I'm more than enjoying her show. I want her. And I'm stirring. My passion is rising. I want to please her. I want to take her. And as she comes to me we connect more. It's there between us, at least for an instant.

Finally, private time. A signature dance. 2 songs in the VIP, every dancer there with their customer in a multiple simutaneous lapdance. As we wait on the couch for the song to start Dancer leans in to me. The long night is getting to her and she's tired now. Not me, I'm on my second wind and fully alive. I enjoy the scent of her and her weight against me. Very comfortable GFE. The song starts and we dance. Her in her special unique grooves, me matching her rhythms. We're partners in this dance. We move, we talk, we laugh. We connect. "This is hot", she says. She's into the moment with me and it is indeed hot. Very hot. I'm showing my appreciation and she responds to that.

And, too soon, it's over. She leaves me with a brief kiss with those soft, pretty, passionate, tasty lips. "Just for you, baby". And I'm out into the night rejuvenated.

Thank you, baby. I'll miss you.

Not Boyfriend Safe

***Warning to Strippers****: the tributes to dancers in this blog are positive, sexy, erotic, and definitely not boyfriend safe. They speak openly and in great detail of my appreciation of you and my desire for you. Do not read them with your boyfriend in the room! :)

I've told a few of the lovely young strippers who have shared time with me about this site. Most have looked it up. They've recognized the posts about them and have been pleased with my tribute to them.

However, two of them have told me that their boyfriend was in the room when they read their tribute and it caused them at least a moment of discomfort as their significant other read about the intimacy of our lapdance as I've described it. (Biting my cock through my pants, for example!) But I can tell you that the dancers themselves were pleased. And I'm glad. We pleased each other and I'm writing honestly about what what we shared in that artificial moment of the dance.

So - dancers. Find some quiet time alone with your PC. Put on some sexy music, whatever turns you on. Dim the lights. Fire up this website. Remember our time together as you read my tributes to you. And enjoy. It's all for you.

What's Not to Like?

Night 4 in the unique little strip club on the road.

Sexy Goth Girl Corrine checking me in. Pretty. Frosted hair and colorful tattoos. A friendly face checking me in for my night.

Shooting pool. Drinking drafts.

The beautiful La Tisha serving drinks. Her third look of the week, just as hot. Long gorgeous hair. Sexy top with perfect cleavage, sexy slacks with a perfect derriere, and and erotic smile to top it off. I cannot keep my eyes off of this beautiful girl. Carmen Electra, beautiful as she is, has nothing on La Tisha.

Her sister beer-slinger Sara. Reminds me a lot of Cara from "The Real World - Chicago". A beautiful blonde waif with her hair up, form fitting tee, and sexy low slung jean shorts with a magical swish in her hips as she walks the length of the bar. Heart-stopping, breath taking as she leans over to talk to patrons.

Sara and La Tisha, both beautiful beyond words.

Casey and Jody dancing. Casey - pretty, flawless, with a 1000 megawatt smile. Jody - sultry and erotic in the dance. Both friendly and sweet.

Cute girl customers at the pool tables doing sexy dances to the dance music as they shoot stick.

Goodnight to Goth Girl as I'm out. Thanks for the friendly conversation.

Goth Girl, La Tisha, Sara, Casey, Jody, Jade, Kiera, and the cute customer girls. My family on the road. What's not to like?

Thank you, ladies.

Hot as the Naked Girls

So I went back to the Stepford Stripper bar from my last post. Sexy goth girl at the counter fit enough to be a dancer. More cute girl customers. Amazing.

I walk in and I'm met by a breathtakingly hot waitress. I don't recognize her from the other two nights. She smiles at me as I'm sitting and says "Killians?". Wow, how did she know. Do they have me in a database?

So I'm watching the beautiful mystery waitress. Even though there are naked girls on stage this girl steals the show. She is a walking boner-inducing wet dream, with an appealing smile on her face as she works. Sun streaked hair down past her shoulders. Sleevless midriff tee. Well stuffed jeans with just the right roundness in her ass. Long lean legs. I can't keep my eyes off of her. Sorry dancers, no tipping tonight. I stay away from the tiprail and shoot pool by myself as I admire the waitress.

And I ask her. "How did you know what I like to drink"? She smiles, puzzled. "You ordered one from me last night". How can that be? And then recognition sets in. In her eyes, her nose, her lips. "Are you La Tisha"? Yes. "You have quite a different look going tonight". She grins and says "I look different every night". And I find myself wanting to stick around and see all of the looks. That would be worth seeing.

She has a sister beer-slinger tonight. A slight petite girl with pure blonde hair. And amazingly flat stomach sliding into low cut jeans. How do they stay on?

Incredible, these two. And they are the show for me, as they walk up and back the length of this long bar. The naked girls fading into background noise.

Stepford Strippers

New city. New club. It didn't take me long to find it. Once on a busy weekend night. Again on a slow weekday night.

I'm amazed at how different strip clubs are from each other state to state. This one is different enough that it takes me a while to puzzle it out. I'm not even sure I would call it a strip club. It's more of an erotic dance bar. There's a stage, of course. A long elevated stage with a rail well above customer level. Seats around the stage are almost at eye level to the stage floor. And there are tables away from the stage. And pool tables - 5 in all. For all intents and purposes it's mostly a bar. With one difference.

The dancers. Beautiful dancers. One after another. All strikingly, stunningly beautiful. Almost Stepford Stripper beautiful. Can there be this many beautiful women in one bar?

But it's not just the dancers. Despite the subtitle on the sign - "A Men's Club" - the bar is full of beautiful girl customers. My Girl-Dar is pinging off the charts there are so many cute girls in the bar. Couples actually. But the guys are invisible to my Girl-Dar.
I noticed it when I first sat down. At the end of the bar were hot twin blondes and their dates. Pulled right up to the tip rail, tipping and admiring the dancers. I looked around over the next hour and I count 16 couples in my half of the bar, all with cute girls. Six couples playing pool. Two couples at side tables. Eight couples at the stage. Really, I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. The twins at the rail. The hot blonde with the tight jeans and bare midriff shooting stick with her equally hot friends. The two girls at the side tables pounding down the beers and ogling the dancers. And the two dressed to kill dolls that are really, really, really into tipping one of the dancers. (All 3 of them huddled up and whispering and smiling. College friends? My imagination is racing at the thought of the hot sorority party that awaits after her shift. Ok-back to reality).

And then I figure out the rules. No lapdancing allowed. No touching the dancer at the tiprail. Pasties on nipples and the G-string stays on. The dancers are escorted out the stage in matching black robes. They dance 3 songs. Customers set dollar bills up on stage. At the end of the songs they collect the bills and leave, escorted off to the back.

And slowly it dawns on me. Maybe that's why there are so many couples here. It's really non-threatening for the girl half of the couples. No boobs rubbed in their boyfriends faces. No pressure to let their guy get a lapdance. No pressure for them to get a lapdance. Just erotic dancing and the chance for them to openly admire pretty girls dancing. Not a bad concept. I certainly had a better time in the club people-watching all of the cute girls off stage.

Even the waitress is beautiful. La Tisha. A tall thin beauty with a cute hat pulled over her shoulder length braided pony tails. A spaghetti strapped tee into a bare tummy. Tight low waisted parachute pants, showcasing a really scrumptious derriere, tucked into high heel boots. Wow! Absolutely the prettiest waitress I've ever seen

And then there are the Stepford Strippers.

I say that in a good way. The movie "The Stepford Wives" features a town where all of the wives are made up dolls. Really pretty girls like Faith Hill. The dancers at this club could all have been in the movie. Exceptionally pretty girls. One right after another in a mesmerizing parade of tight, toned flesh.

Jade - a beautiful vixen in red leather. Tanned. Toned. Erotic to the max. Literally the most perfect girl I've ever seen dancing in a strip club. And a dancer as well. She had all of the moves. Specializing in facing away from me on all fours and teasing me with her perfectly sculpted ass.

Casey - Jade's equal in every way. Beautiful sun painted blonde hair with streaks that glow under the blue light. A matching pink "Hustler" bra and panty set that comes off to reveal a G-string underneath. Knee high white stockings into acrylic stripper heels.
Unbelievably beautiful. Tight abs. Exquisite long lean legs. Very erotic in the dance. Teasing me with her glance. Perfecting a deeply erotic submissive move with her face and breast pressed into the stage, hair cascading around her, exquisite ass high in the air and then rotating around her knees with her hips touching first left and then right of her. You have to see it to appreciate it. And I was pitching a tent to show my appreciation.

Kiera - a triplet to Jade and Casey. Beautiful ink on her stomach and calf. Slow sensous moves against the rail. Making it personal with eye contact as she shows me what a sensous tease can really be.

Jody - Sultry, sultry Jody. Covergirl pretty. Long brunette hair, plaid schoolgirl skirt set against black knee-high stockings. The bad girl. And a finely shaped ass shown to me in profile on all fours.

And I realized, as I watched this parade of beautiful girls-gone-sensously-wild rotate through their sets before me, that as different as this is (no contact in any sense) it may be even more erotic than what I'm used to. The elevated view was spectacular with upskirt peeks of shapely asses and thong covered crotches. The dancers free to be sensous in their moves. To tease me in every best sense of the tease. And I'm totally aroused by it. Casey and Kiara alternating in bring me visually to heights of unrequited arousal. Jade and Joey each making their own memorable impression.

Thank you ladies. The whole beautiful lot of you. I'll remember this city, this club, and these spectacular girls.

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Sunday, July 11, 2004
Porny vs. Non-Porny

One of my favorite non-porny things to do when I'm travelling is to arrive in a new city with no plans at all (outside of the stated purpose of my business trip) and to go find fun. You can define fun all kinds of ways and I find different fun in different cities. Beaches, restaurants, sightseeing, etc. I am very good at having maximum tourist experiences in 5 hours or less from arriving in a new city that even locals would envy. I'm fearless in my rental car. I'll go almost anywhere in any city with just a rental car map and a sense of adventure.

And so it goes this week. I got on the plane with absolutely no plans and no knowledge of the layout of my destination. 1/2 hour after arriving at a new airport in a new city I was checking into my hotel. 1/2 hour after that I was heading straight into the mountains. An hour after that I was seated at an outdoor cafe in a posh ski resort having a great meal and listening to a great folk/bluegrass band play an outdoor concert. Crystal clear evening. Blue skies and a light breeze. Gorgeous scenery. Great food. Great music. Just me.

Sure it's going to be a week of hell for business. But, trust me, I can make my own fun at night. Mostly non-porny.

Although..... 3 hours after my meal I was back in town sitting in a strip club that I've never heard of. But that's another, porny, story for another night.

Tonight I'll just enjoy the memory of my evening in the mountains.

Porny vs. Non-Porny

One of my favorite non-porny things to do when I'm travelling is to arrive in a new city with no plans at all (outside of the stated purpose of my business trip) and to go find fun. You can define fun all kinds of ways and I find different fun in different cities. Beaches, restaurants, sightseeing, etc. I am very good at having maximum tourist experiences in 5 hours or less from arriving in a new city that even locals would envy. I'm fearless in my rental car. I'll go almost anywhere in any city with just a rental car map and a sense of adventure.

And so it goes this week. I got on the plane with absolutely no plans and no knowledge of the layout of my destination. 1/2 hour after arriving at a new airport in a new city I was checking into my hotel. 1/2 hour after that I was heading straight into the mountains. An hour after that I was seated at an outdoor cafe in a posh ski resort having a great meal and listening to a great folk/bluegrass band play an outdoor concert. Crystal clear evening. Blue skies and a light breeze. Gorgeous scenery. Great food. Great music. Just me.

Sure it's going to be a week of hell for business. But, trust me, I can make my own fun at night. Mostly non-porny.

Although..... 3 hours after my meal I was back in town sitting in a strip club that I've never heard of. But that's another, porny, story for another night.

Tonight I'll just enjoy the memory of my evening in the mountains.

Hot for Fiona

Travelling again. Heading west. It'll be good to see mountains again. It's been a while.

I was watching the DVD of "Eurotrip" last night. I would say that Michelle Trachtenberg is all grown up. Yikes. It seems wrong to lust after Buffy the Vampire Slayer's little sister, though. Buffy, yes. Little sister, not yet anyway.

But I will lust after Fiona, the slutty girl at the beginning of the movie who dumps Scotty. She looks like a wild one with some moves. I would definitely like to get a lapdance from her. Oh yeah. Especially if she wears that school girl skirt.

But don't tell Scotty. Scotty doesn't know.

Finding Glamour Girl

Different club. Different name. Same beautiful girl. Glamour Girl. (See Heart Shaped Perfection / Light in her eyes, Nov 19,2003).

I heard the mutterings, that she had popped up at a new club, had in fact left under mysterious circumstances. Just the usual drama as it turns out. She moved to a new club because she moved to a new city.

After a long week of long days and a particularly long 20 hour day I stopped in to see if she was there. I'm in luck. She's right inside the door as I walk in. She's so happy to see a familiar face! She greets me with a radiant laughing smile and a delicious crushing embrace. That's all I needed really. I could live for just that embrace.

What a beautiful smile. What vitality. Youthful exuberance in a stunning package.

I asked her to dance for me before I even sat down and we were off to the couches. Honestly I was too tired to even respond. But it was memorable and wonderful to have this sexy dancer on my lap. Wanting her weight pressing into me. She's kissy tonight and she attacks me with darting kisses on my neck and check, grazing my lips in the sweet almost-kiss. Arms tight around my back, pulling me into her. Perfect body parts rubbed against me. A visual treat like no other. Desire in 3 minute packages.

3 songs. Hot, sexy, passionate, naked, beautiful, stunning.

It's enough. And I back out into the night - searching for sleep.

You're beautiful and alive and vital and the definition of sexy.

Thank you, baby.

Hot and Spicy Dancer

It was another of many late nights working at my desk. Then inspiration struck and I folded up my laptop and headed for a strip club. I could sit at a table in the club and work on my project as easily as I could work at my desk. And the view was much better.

It was an early evening midweek crowd. Slow and easy. Me pecking away at the keyboard at a table just off the stage.

Type some. Tip some. It was working like magic. And before long I had finished a project that I had been struggling with for a week. I guess I was motivated.

Gorgeous dancers in 2 song sets. Not many dancers in early so they rotated around quickly. Each one a puzzled by the laptop. "Bringing your work home, are you". "Do you want to dance later".

Type. Tip. Many of my favorite dancers that I hadn't seen in a while. All spectacular girls that I was appreciating even as I worked. Type. Tip.

Finally, project finished, I danced some.

- A private touch dance with a beautiful angel. A gregarious, happy girl with a laugh that penetrated every corner of the club and drew me to her. Dancer is stunning in her beauty and grace. Cute, sexy spandex outfit - black, strapless with high french-cut pink lace ruffles curving high up on her hips and ass. Long silky black hair framing stunning green eyes. Tanned and toned legs, acrylic stripper heels and a black band around her ankle. Dancer stayed on my lap for our song and stayed close to me in a perfect cuddle. My hands exploring her back, her sides, and her perfectly shaped silky soft ass. The perfect texture. Her hair against my cheek. Breathtaking. She is good.

- A get acquainted dance with a new dancer. Tall, beautiful, young, black. A Naomi Campbell look-alike. Very energetic in the dance. Very touchy on her part, no touch on mine. She liked to turn away from me, stick her shapely ass right in my face, and then spank it enthusiastically. Very nice.

And then it was time for the main event:

We hadn't seen each other in a while. And we clicked right away. Sparks were flying when we met at the tiprail - Beyonce's "Naughty Girl" playing from the sound booth. "Hi beautiful", I said. "That's a good song for you". And she was shaking it pretty good, getting into the mood for her first song of the long night. As she came to retrieve her dollar we lingered and flirted and nuzzled. Man, oh man, I wanted her.

Dancer is a spicy number. An ethnic latin beauty, all flava and culture. High voltage hotness in a small package. Pretty face. Enticing lips. Delicious big booty straining to get out of her slinky dress. Dancer cradled me into her breasts. Her hot, wet, breath in my ear arousing my interest. Wow. She got up close and personal and showed me her clit piercing as she danced just for me on stage.

And we talked, sitting close at the back at a table as we waited for the right time for our private dance. Catching up. Touching and lingering. And then it was time.

Dancer felt good on my lap. Very, very good. Such a small girl. So full of life. And so very hot. It had been a while, so we had to get to know each other again. We started slow. Some cheek nuzzling and nose touching. I stayed close to her and connected. And I explored. Very slowly, very lightly touching her back and her legs. Stroking that ample delicious backside. Yes! Awesome. Talking and laughing and connecting. Dancer is enjoying the light stroking, as am I. And it shows. I'm aroused, straining against my work slacks, but positioned wrong for good contact. So Dancer shifts and finds it and makes contact. Slow gentle grinding as I continue slowly stroking her sleek beautiful back.

Dancer shifts and stands - leaning into me. I hold her against me, hugging her, embracing her, enfolding her. I love her smell and the feel of her hair against my face. Dancer slides down my lap into a kneeling position between my legs. She feels for me and finds me and holds me as she looks into my eyes. Sexy. She lowers her head and finds me with her mouth, playfully biting my cock through the material. Yes! Electric! I love it. Dancer pauses and enthuses that I "have some penis length going on down here". "Aren't you nice" I say. "I'm being serious!". I'm wishing we could put this knowledge to use, but it's not to be in the confines of the dance.

Only two songs, not enough - but it's all I have left tonight. I want her more. But I settle for having had her for that time. The delicious feel of her. The wonderful smell of her. The passion inside her showing itself to me in glimpses. She's something special. And I want to hold her all night.

Thank you, baby. My hot and spicy dancer.