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19/04/2016
Mandy is a dancer I have known for years. Met her at a local club in the country and have gone back on occasion - not regularly - only a few times in a year. But she was always happy to see me. She's smart and reads, and likes to talk about fiction, music, history, films, etc. while we sip away at whatever we're drinking and I watch other girls on the stage.
Mandy is tall, with implants that look great and measure up to double dd's, tats, and she always wears a loose top and bikini. Good hips and long legs. After several visits years ago, I began to just tip her for conversation - got a little frustrated with the classic lap dance and had found some other girls that would be a little more...tactile than Mandy was.
She didn't mind, as I would always tip her well for the time and chat. Something changed when I found out she was married. Not that that really means anything (except, supposedly, to the people who are married), but somehow it made me even more comfortable with just having Mandy to look at and talk to on occasion.
Two weeks ago, I dropped by for a drink and talk. Mandy was especially glad to see me as it had been a while. She jumped up and greeted me, pressing her breasts against me. I paid for drinks, we sat and talked and I learned that her marriage was in a rough patch and she was bummed, She had a good buzz on and was humorously cynical about the whole marriage enterprise, but also genuinely saddened by the aimlessness of that relationship and its deterioration.
On a lark, I asked for a dance. "Never thought you'd ask." she replied and we went to a backroom. The club business was pretty slack that night and we had the room with couches to ourselves. She went through the usual moves, but was even more forward than I had recalled in pulling down the bikinis to show me heh landing strip and luscious lips and clit. With feet on the couch on either side of me, and her elbows on a chair before me, she teased me by bringing her pussy close and closer to my lips, then drawing away. We laughed, then she slowly approached, and watched me as I lightly kissed her pussy.
She had stripped to the bikini, and a cuddling dance had brought nipples to my lips and, as she slid from one position to another, my fingers slid over her cleft to feel the folds of her rose.
A second dance, and before she began, she stepped to the opening of the room, glanced out into the nearly empty club, then returned. More sliding and cuddling, and then, in the dim light, she slid her hands along the front of my pants and pressed her mouth, breathing hot breath against the hard erection through the fabric. More writhing, and she was unzipping my pants. I don't think she realized that I was going commando, but she drew me out, glanced over her shoulder, and lowered her head, stroking me as she took me into her mouth and massaged me with her very skilled tongue. She told me to keep an eye on the door, as she smiled at me and teased my tip with her tongue.
"I have wanted to do this for years." she said. Another glance at the the door - we were in a dark corner of the room, and a potted plant hid us somewhat from view. She brought her face to mine, kissed me, and said "Go for it." then she went down on me again with passionate energy. I lasted for less than a minute and she swallowed me with appreciative moans as I quietly but powerfully emptied myself into her mouth.
We put ourselves back together, I emptied my wallet and she accepted several twenties, but hugging me she said "I have to pay bills, but I wish I could have just given you that."
"Maybe we can see each other some place else." I suggested as we walked out of the backroom.
Another hug. "I'm married, and I have to go home and work on this." I did't ask for more explanation. When I go back, next weekend, I won't expect more than a conversation...but who knows what time and patience might bring?
Mandy is tall, with implants that look great and measure up to double dd's, tats, and she always wears a loose top and bikini. Good hips and long legs. After several visits years ago, I began to just tip her for conversation - got a little frustrated with the classic lap dance and had found some other girls that would be a little more...tactile than Mandy was.
She didn't mind, as I would always tip her well for the time and chat. Something changed when I found out she was married. Not that that really means anything (except, supposedly, to the people who are married), but somehow it made me even more comfortable with just having Mandy to look at and talk to on occasion.
Two weeks ago, I dropped by for a drink and talk. Mandy was especially glad to see me as it had been a while. She jumped up and greeted me, pressing her breasts against me. I paid for drinks, we sat and talked and I learned that her marriage was in a rough patch and she was bummed, She had a good buzz on and was humorously cynical about the whole marriage enterprise, but also genuinely saddened by the aimlessness of that relationship and its deterioration.
On a lark, I asked for a dance. "Never thought you'd ask." she replied and we went to a backroom. The club business was pretty slack that night and we had the room with couches to ourselves. She went through the usual moves, but was even more forward than I had recalled in pulling down the bikinis to show me heh landing strip and luscious lips and clit. With feet on the couch on either side of me, and her elbows on a chair before me, she teased me by bringing her pussy close and closer to my lips, then drawing away. We laughed, then she slowly approached, and watched me as I lightly kissed her pussy.
She had stripped to the bikini, and a cuddling dance had brought nipples to my lips and, as she slid from one position to another, my fingers slid over her cleft to feel the folds of her rose.
A second dance, and before she began, she stepped to the opening of the room, glanced out into the nearly empty club, then returned. More sliding and cuddling, and then, in the dim light, she slid her hands along the front of my pants and pressed her mouth, breathing hot breath against the hard erection through the fabric. More writhing, and she was unzipping my pants. I don't think she realized that I was going commando, but she drew me out, glanced over her shoulder, and lowered her head, stroking me as she took me into her mouth and massaged me with her very skilled tongue. She told me to keep an eye on the door, as she smiled at me and teased my tip with her tongue.
"I have wanted to do this for years." she said. Another glance at the the door - we were in a dark corner of the room, and a potted plant hid us somewhat from view. She brought her face to mine, kissed me, and said "Go for it." then she went down on me again with passionate energy. I lasted for less than a minute and she swallowed me with appreciative moans as I quietly but powerfully emptied myself into her mouth.
We put ourselves back together, I emptied my wallet and she accepted several twenties, but hugging me she said "I have to pay bills, but I wish I could have just given you that."
"Maybe we can see each other some place else." I suggested as we walked out of the backroom.
Another hug. "I'm married, and I have to go home and work on this." I did't ask for more explanation. When I go back, next weekend, I won't expect more than a conversation...but who knows what time and patience might bring?
Poster:
Ted
