I’m a woman who is sexually attracted to other women. I’m not romantically interested in them, so I don’t date them. Instead, I get my jollies at strip clubs.
I get such a high from a good lap dance. Every dopamine in mind is triggered and I can’t stop smiling during or afterward. I can’t wait for my next dance. I’m an addict. Pure and simple. And yet I don’t go that often, because it’s rare that I have someone to go with me. My girlfriends don’t want to go and my boyfriend doesn’t like to spend the money.
One night, fueled by an alcohol-induced bravery, I decided it’d be okay to go to favorite hole-in-the-wall strip club alone. I sat in the back, hoping not to be noticed by the other patrons, but hoping the stack of money I laid out on the table in front of me got me noticed by one of the dancers.
It did and she was exactly my type. She was an exotic beauty, tall with long raven hair that hung from her head in waves. She had large round breasts and a shapely behind, but that’s not what I noticed first about her. It was her eyes that I noticed. Light blue and smokey, they contrasted beautifully with her bronze skin.
She approached me within minutes and sat on my lap. She smiled pleasantly, drawing me into her gaze.
“Are you here all alone?” she asked in a sultry voice.
“Yes,” I replied, somewhat shyly, my bravery melting before such a beautiful woman.
She introduced herself as Tara. I can’t remember the name I gave her.
She didn’t waste time. “Would you like me to dance for you?”
She stood and smiled, “If I’m going to dance for you, you have to spread you legs like a man.”
She stood between my legs and pulled her dress down, exposing her perfect breasts. Then she began to dance. She rubbed her body against mine. Her bare breasts touched mine, triggering a tingling between my legs. I sat straighter in the chair and grasped the seat, so I could feel more of her and so I could add some pressure between my legs to help satisfy the need I felt there.
Her hair smelled like roses and I inhaled its intoxicating scent. She used it to cover her face as she danced. I could see only her lips. Lips that were so close to mine, I thought she might kiss me. I wanted her to kiss me. If I leaned a just half inch closer, I could kiss her. But I resisted.
Then she stood, turned around, and slapped both her ass cheeks. I stared as they shook. She rubbed her ass against my stomach. She bent over, grabbed her ankles, and shook it. I had to resist the temptation to touch it.
When the song ended, she turned around and whispered into my ear, sending goose bumps spreading across my skin, “Do you like me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, slightly embarrassed by the visible reaction I had to her.
“I can give you a better lap dance in one of the private VIP rooms.”
“Ok,” I replied, slightly surprised that such a hole-in-the-wall club had a private VIP room.
She led me to a dark room with velvet couches and closed the door. I sat on one of the couches and spread my legs, expecting her to stand between them. But she pushed them together and straddled me instead. My panties dampened as I felt her body fully against mine.
She gave me a quick kiss on the lips before moving to my neck and taking her time there. I leaned back and couldn’t help but moan.
I whispered, “Oh my god,” as she nibbled one of my earlobes.
She pulled my dress down exposing my nipples, which she pinched while kissing down my neck. I inhaled sharply, trying to remain quiet and composed while she decided how far to go.
She pulled my dress up, exposing my panties. She felt the front of them, the dampness of them.
I was embarrassed by how wet she made me. I felt I should apologize “I’m sorry I’m so wet,” I murmured.
She whispered into my ear, “That’s how I like it.”
She rubbed my clit. I whimpered. She inserted two fingers inside me and hooked them, finding exactly the right spot to touch.
It’d didn’t take long for her to make me come. As I lay there enjoying the waves of pleasure I felt from head to toe, she whispered into my ear, “Do you want to touch me now?”
Before I could respond, she continued, “It’s only fair.”
“Yes,” I replied.
She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast. I circled her nipple with my finger before pinching it.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She guided my hand to her panties. Then underneath. She was as wet as I had been, if not more so. I had no idea what I was doing. I had never touched a woman before. I rubbed her clit and she threw her head back, giving me confidence. I first inserted two fingers until she whined for more.
I inserted two more fingers and she began riding them, using my fingers to work toward orgasm. I felt her tighten around them as she moved faster. Finally, I felt her pulsing, tightening and releasing, around them. She laid on top of me for a couple of minutes with my fingers still inside of her.
She whispered into my ear, “Come back and see me sometime,” before leaving me alone in the room. I staggered out, legs still weak, still feeling the high from what just happened. I vowed to return to see my sweet, exotic Tara.