Getting to the GFE

It is an amazing thing, this: I keep getting older, but the dancers never do.

I remember this club, this city. It makes me comfortable and I know how it works. 3 stages and a back private area. Dollars out here. Twenties in the back. A good mix of young lithe dancers. It works for me tonight.

I got there too early, I see. Not enough dancers. Not enough crowd for me to hide in. Maybe I should just leave after one beer. Like that's going to happen.

I know this is going to be a quick night. Pick a dancer. Do our thing. Back to the hotel, lonely and remembering dancer. That's how it works. Let's get on with it.

I moved to a stage with the singles that came with change for my beer. A dancer was finishing up, and I knew it wouldn't be her. But, a single and some boobs in my face were a good start.

As dancer took the stage I knew I was smitten. Lovely. Impossibly young and lovely. Leggy. Blonde. A high-wattage smile turned on me.

No need being shy here. I tented up a single and placed it on the rail and over she came early in her first of two songs. Dancer parked herself in front of me with her legs straight up in the air, twisting slightly. Long enough to give me a good look at the panty-covered cookie. Then CLAP! as she smaked her thighs together. That got my attention. Smooth. Dancer sat up and cradled my face to her soft bosom. Nice. "Thank you, honey", and back to the pole in the center.

No one else at the stage, so soon she was looking at me again - asking with her gaze. No need being coy. she works for me, and is the one. I placed a $5 on the rail to draw her back to me, which works immediately. Legs in the air. CLAP! Cradle. And the $5 is swept away. Smooth. "Will you dance for me?" Sure, and she seeks me out before I even get back to my table and takes my hand and walks me back to the deep red room with the side-by-side red couches. She snuggles up to me pre-dance.

"Remind me how this works again. It's been a while."

"Let's get everything out of your pockets. First. $20 a dance. You can touch, you just can't touch my pussy."

I can work with that. I am a gentleman. No need to get handsy too soon. I'll be here a while.

Dancer spreads my leg as the first song starts and pulls me forward into a more laying back position. She's in charge. For now, anyway. She pulls off her bra and stradles my lap reverse cowgirl. Head away from me. Looking down at her perfectly-shaped derrierre over her lovely back and shoulders to the blonde hair swept down hiding her face. She needed that time to establish the pace. A slow grind on my lap. Reaching under herself to draw one finger tantalizing me over her panty-covered crotch. Pausing to rub slowly, for my benefit. I benefitted, no doubt. And I began a light touch, fingertips only, along her hips and the back of her thighs. Delicious feeling.

"Let's keep going", I whisper as she turns to face me for the second song. I let her settle comfortably on my lap facing me, keeping her distance still. That's okay. There's time. My fingertips gently trace her sides, her ribcage, her hips. Tracing. Tactile memorization - for later. This lovely young lady spending time with me in the dark, getting comfortable with each other, unrushed, for $20 a song.

"More", unsaid, as she leans into me for song three. Ah, there it is. The GFE. The girl friend experience. The pure gold. I don't need the lap grinding that is for much effect any more anyway, although I was stirring under the influence of 20mg of a certain little pill. Skip the grinding and just nuzzle my neck. Just brush that long luscious hair against my face. Just breathe on me. Just rest your weight on my chest. Nice. Very nice. Heavenly.

"You smell nice", she whispered as her cheek brushed against my cheek. She relaxed, and slowed her pace and just was. Still. Against me. My hand found her soft round breast and cupped it. Soft nipple between my fingertip, not pinching - just slight pressure. Not squeezing just holding, as my other hand traced her shape - fingertips only. Still. Comfortable. GFE.

Readjustment for song four. Dancer stood and readjusted her g-string under her panty. Two layers! "I get camel-toe bad. Sorry". No problem. I adjusted my package as well, not that I cared. I watched her and touched her as she moved back into her moves on my lap. It gave me a look at her smile and her beauty. Real ethereal beauty.

Song five was back to the GFE. Still and slow. Her soft full breast cupped in my hand. Her cheek against my cheek. My lips grazing her throat as her soft hair covered me. Her weight full on me. Comfortable. Insanely sexy. In the moment, for that brief moment.

"Thank you, baby. I'll stop there." Great restraint on my part. 5 songs - $100 with an extra $10 just because tucked into her G-String at her hip.

And I was out. Back to my hotel, where a suite with a hot tub awaited me. Arousing jets and lonely nakedness. Self-pleasure, with the delicious stripper-scent still lingering in my nostrils and the feel of her young soft skin under my fingertips filling my memory. Lubricated release. Then sleep.

Thank you, Dancer. I enjoyed that time with you. It will hold me for a while. And I will remember you.