08/05/2007
I really only knew the groom and a few friends from work. This stripper was fairly hot (I'd say 7, maybe 8 out of 10) and she worked the room for awhile doing typical stripper stuff. She eventually made her way over to the groom, he was backing away and she was trying to get him to this chair to strap him in. After a little of this cat and mouse he started pointing at me, and a couple of my other friends followed suit. At the time I wasn't all that excited about this, pre-paxil/xanax/etc... days so I was a bit more shy then. Well she comes over and I think no big deal, she gave a bunch of other guys the treatment....Well, she pushes me back onto a table (like a diner booth table) and pulls down my pants...Then she proceeds to take a step up the chair and swings her legs around over my face. We're now in a "69" position. She then takes a drink and dumps it down by my boxers and the crowd is going crazy. Meanwhile, I'm dying because I don't know what to do. I'm not sure if I should start lapping, or start crying. It was a pretty strange moment in my life. The guys are cheering me on, and all I can think is that if I do something I'm not supposed to the bouncer/bodyguard is going to wreck me....strange thoughts with a pussy in your face, eh? Well she starts going down on me and it's on. I start eating because it seems to be where this is heading (stupid move considering she probably already did 100 times that day), and I still don't know if I did this more to protect my rep or more because I actually wanted to. So we go at, she whips out a condom and now I'm dying....when she gets up it's the first time I can really see a crowd full of guys I work with and most that I don't know, staring and cheering me on...my face turns a shade of red that would make crayola proud, and she climbs aboard. The only good thing that came out of the whole affair is that I had sex with probably the best body I have ever had a chance to be with so far, although I have had prettier faces......Meanwhile every girl at work thought I was scum which I didn't really care about, but I must admit I wish I had enjoyed it more, instead I was too worried about my performance. It's out of my system now though, it's strange, a little after you finish doing something like that you start to realize that it doesn't matter. I had a room full of guys cheering me on and all I could think about was how embarassing it was, what an idiot I was....DOH!
Poster:
Radio-Man