A Couch and a Stage

I turned and she was there. Falling into my arms in an endless hug between two friends who had missed each other. Tall, beautiful, and warm in my embrace. The moments stretch out when I hug her, body to body, reconnecting.

The club continued around us as we talked at my table. All beautiful girls tonight on the early shift. Each one would be a pleasure to spend any time at all with. But I've missed her in particular and she looks radiant in the dark ambient light of the club. It's awkward at first. I've lost touch with her. But there's a way to click back into the familiar. And into the VIP we go.

It's plush and it's private and it's our playspace. She disrobes as the music starts and she's with me in the dark on the couch. Glorious in her nakedness and in her playfullness. My dancer. My friend. My playmate in the fullest sense. And she's on me, starting in the way we always start. Facing away, slow circles on my lap. Her long silky hair cascading down her back to her tantalizing tattoo. Voluptuous full hips and a delightful derriere. Circling, rubbing, teasing, starting the warm flush of blood to all the right places. Leaning back into me with her head on my shoulder. Cheek to cheek. Nuzzling. Sensing each other through slightly touching skin. Taking in her scent. Purring into her neck.

And my fingertips engage. Ever so softly, lightly tracing her hip, her side, her forearms, her calf. Slowly. Sensously. Until I hear the catch in her breath that matches mine.

As the songs play on she turns and straddles me. Finding me. Pressing into me. "You're the one man that I can always find your cock", she whispers to me. Connecting as strangers and as lovers. Close to me. Breathing in my ear as I tease her neck and along her collar bone. Closer now. Embracing with my arms around her waist. Moving together with the beat of the music.

She's a treasure, dancer is. Skilled in the lapdance. Present in the moment. Working with me.

Bending naked across me. Pressing into me as I stroke her back and trace a rounded cheek down to a firm and supple thigh. Pleasure and desire and caution all mixed. Mutual pleasure, I sense.

But ending eventually. She dresses. I pay. We exit together.

"I'm going to have a little trouble walking back out into the club", I say with the bulging in my dockers obvious to all who care to look.

"Me too. My legs are shaking", says dancer. An unexpected tribute.

Back at the table we come down from the artificial passion. "I enjoyed our time", I say - fully meaning it. "Me too", said dancer with a smile. "We use each other, I think". Anytime.

Thank you, baby.

And one time to the trip rail before I leave. Stage dancer is spectacular. Petite and perky, full of flirt. Luxuriant shoulder length blonde hair. Perfect curves and sultry eyes. She eyes me over her shoulder as she bends over and removes her tap pants to reveal herself to me. And she cradles me perfectly into her breasts as she takes my tip, pausing to say hi and breath warm sexy breath into my ear. I must, must, must, spend private time with this delicate angel again soon.

Two dancers. A couch and a stage. And I'm a very lucky man. Thank you, ladies.