the stripper

I am a stripper, a hooker in the eyes of many. In the eyes of the narrow minded anyway. But I am far from a filthy street hooker. I always play safe, I lead a normal life with a decent boyfriend (at least until two weeks ago), I never do drugs, as all the other girls, but most importantly I never fuck customers. But my aspects of life were in for a revision. It all started on that hot Friday evening, when you and your friends decided to have some fun in the club I work. I don't know whether it was the unusual hot early summer day, or the music that was played that night, or the few margaritas we drank just before work with my friend Nancy, or it has been simply too long now since I broke up with my boyfriend and been touched by a man, but I saw you in the crowd and I knew straight away I wanted to do a private with you. It was hard to get your attention as you were standing in front of the other stage where Nancy was grinding her hips for the music. (There were usually three of us doing a show at the same time on Fridays and Saturdays) I saw from the corner of my eyes that those margaritas had an effect on her, too. At least she was my friend so it was easy to convince her to do a double dance for the next song, on the big stage where you were standing with your beer. The only danger of this act was her being so beautiful with her blonde locks...But I was relieved, as soon after we started dancing, I found your eyes all over me. Our show with Nancy was well practiced. It was more about brushing our bodies against each other and teasing each other (and the audience) than actual stripping or showing too much flesh. At the end of the song we almanbahis şikayet lay on stage, on our back like two black mini skirted topless petals. We get off the stage to parade amongst you, giving you, guys the chance to tuck some bills into our panties, or in this case into our mini skirt.You are holding a brown fifty note and I buck my hips so you can slide it in easily.'You can have a private dance for that, you know.' I whisper softly into your ear.'You wanna?'You nod and I feel my knickers getting wet as I lead you through the crowded bar area.I decide against putting my bra back on. I am not shy and you saw my tits already, so why would I bother. So here I go with my tits jiggling all the way towards the private rooms. You follow me and I am sure we are followed by quite many envious stares. Josh, the security guy unlocks the door and opens it wide for us with an even wider grin. 'You know the rules, right, young man?' He asks you.You nod and lift your hands up referring to the 'no touching' rule. One of the best things about doing a private is that I get to choose the music and I don't have to wiggle myself for some outdated miserable pop song.'You look like a house music lover' I wink as I feed my favourite cd into the player.'Whatever' you say as you make yourself comfortable on the plush armchair.The way you're sitting there and your self confident smile tells me, this is not the first time you are in for a privy.Deep, groovy tunes fill the air of the tiny room and I begin my improvised dance.As I lost my bra already earlier, on the big stage, I can just go straight into stroking my breasts and play gently with my nipples. almanbahis canlı casino I turn around, my long dark hair flying around almost hitting your face, and you see me taking off my panties, pulling the strings down my butt, leaving just my little black chiffon skirt around my hip hardly covering my most intimate parts. My nipples are so hard, I wonder if its cold in the room, but then I realise it's this electrostatic field around you. There is something in your eyes and the way you're looking at me, something that makes me want you real bad... I grind my hips to the rhythm and start sucking on my left forefinger seductively. I close my eyes for a second and you see my lips redden and swollen instantly. I pull my finger out of my mouth letting you hear the smacking sound. Then I go on my knees on the floor, in front of you, my hips rocking back and forth and I'm sliding my hands up and down my thighs, lifting my skirt up a tiny bit more with every move. I keep stroking myself with my left hand and I lift my right to my mouth again sucking off my fore- and middle finger just to let them disappear underneath my skirt a few seconds later. You do not believe your eyes as you think to yourself;'I haven't seen these moves from any of the girls before. This is something else... Is she really masturbating in front of me?'The first track ends. I stand up, smile at you and pretending to come to my senses, trying to put myself together, I pull my tiny little skirt down. I step closer to you. You can smell my sweet vanilla fragrance. I close my legs a bit, now standing between yours as I make my tits swing literally in front of your almanbahis casino eyes. I see you swallow hard trying not to drool. But you are not staring at my breasts as all the other men would be. You are looking into my eyes as you were asking for permission.I smile. Hell, I really do like you a lot. That's when I bend down to your ear, my right breast sliding up your left arm as I whisper into your ear:'It's ok, you can touch me. I like you.'Not knowing how to react and in an effort to try to stay in a top position you answer:'Someone is a bit more excited than should be..' You shouldn't have said that. You should not be aware of my aroused state. I have to strike back. I grab your right hand and start stroking my left thigh with it, sliding it up underneath my skirt up to my pelvis while purring into your ear:'But you DO wanna touch me, don't you?' You don't let me control your hand anymore. You dig your hand under my skirt, your thumb almost touching me between my legs, and your palm and other fingers squeezing my soft skin on my upper thigh when you say:'I'll see what I can do for you' Your words and your transparent coldness towards me should infuriate me.What do you mean you'll see? It sounds like you have to think about it. But. The way you say it, is actually so full of sweet promises that I feel myself getting wet, right there, so close to the point where your thumb is massaging my inner thighs.I sit on your thigh rubbing myself on you while moaning into your ears and reaching for your bulge. I wonder if it was too early, but your loud giving in moan tells me otherwise. When you finally reach for my breasts and start kneading them gently, I just wish time would stop and we could do this for ever. But your hand strokes me faster now, pinching my nipple a few times it makes me want more of you. I want your hands all over me as I start licking your neck and unbuttoning your jeans.