An Unexpected Pleasure (Article)

Aug 30, 2010, 5:41 AM

I originally posted this as a blog, but a couple fellow TUSCL members suggested I submit it as an article because if its length. Enjoy.

I’ve been going to strip clubs for about 20 years now. I’m 58 and travel for business about once per month. That’s when I get in my SC time. I’ve been to SCs all over the country, but for the past few years, most of my travel has taken me to Detroit and the great times that can be had there.

Over the years, I’ve had a wide variety of experiences with strippers—some good, some bad, and some a waste of money. I’ve had everything from air dances to FS. I’ve had very sensual experiences and very nasty ones where I ended up with bite marks on my ears and my nipples nearly chewed off (ouch).

But every once in a while, there comes a time, when the planets line-up and everything works out just right and its unforgettable. Such an experience happened to me in Detroit a couple weeks ago. (Note: getting a bbbj or fs does not necessarily mean its unforgettable). Here’s my story:

I arrived at the club about 4:30 pm—my usual clubbing time—and proceeded to walk by the stage to an open booth. The place was not busy, about 6 customers and 8-10 dancers. The stripper on stage looked great and she came and sat by me as soon as she finished. She didn’t put her top back on as she slid over next to me. As she sat there topless, I chatted with her, making small talk, and wading through the SS (“I want to go to med school, but I don’t like biology”). But she was good looking so when she asked if I wanted a dance, I agreed. We went to the VIP area and she gave me a lame, uninspired LD. “Would you like another dance?” “No thank you” and I returned to my booth.

Ok, I thought, shitty LD, it happens. Try again. I then noticed the dancer on stage—very nice. Someone with style and grace—and she’s looking at me. I smiled. I think I could have some fun with her. She finished her set on stage and came to sit with me. Like the previous stripper, she remained topless. Wow, is this a new thing at the club where the dancers will sit topless with the customers? I hadn’t seen that here before.

This is when things began to get interesting. Her looks, hair, makeup, breasts, ass, were perfect in my eyes—my fantasy girl. Talking with her was easy and natural and we talked about many things—she seemed to have her act together. But how could that be? She’s a stripper, right? Aren’t they all messed up? And all the while we were talking, one of her luscious bare breasts was rubbing against my arm and her hand was wandering up my thigh. She asked if I wanted a dance. “Yes”.

The VIP area is divided into private spaces with a curtain over the front--very private. She began the dance in the usual way and then straddled me. Touching was both ways and I was hard instantly. As she slid up and down along me, it felt sooo good. More nuzzling and touching. Then I noticed she was getting aroused as she rode along my hard dick. This seemed to surprise her, that she was getting hot and bothered by a mere customer. We continued. Then the kissing began. Very sweet and sensual. Don’t blow your wad yet, this is just getting fun. Second dance. She turned around and pressed her ass on me. She leaned back against me and let me inside her thong and allowed me free access to everything. I was gentle, she was wet, and our breathing was heavy. I found places she liked. By now she is more than aroused. “Oh, fuck” she said. The second song ended. “Let’s do another one”, I said. “I don’t want to stop” she breathed. We continued. She again seemed surprised at how pleasurable this was. She tensed and then had an orgasm. Quivering, tensing and intense breaths, moans, and relaxation. “Oh, fuck”, she said again. (I’ve had sex with a number of women over the years and I am married, so I think I know a real orgasm from a fake. If this was a fake, she should get an Oscar). Back to the story: Still more than half a song to go. “Finish me off”, I said. She took a deep breath and straddled me. I was close to cumming as she rode me again. Then to my surprise she got aroused again, very quickly. She came again. That did it for me and I blew my load with great pleasure. Done. Both of us breathless. “You ok?” I asked. “Yeah, you?” “Yeah”. And we laughed and hugged as we caught our breath. We both enjoyed the embrace.

She seemed flustered as I settled my account with her and we began walking back to the main floor. We chatted about how long I would be in town, what days she worked, etc. I hope to meet up with her again.

Extras were not offered and I didn’t ask. It didn’t matter—I was satisfied. But after this encounter, perhaps they will be offered next time.

This club visit was one of those special experiences that I will remember for a long time. What made it different was how surprised this stripper was that she got turned on, organsmed, and enjoyed herself. I had a great time too.

Comments (5)

Dudester15 years ago

She sounds like my first ATF. In our first meeting, we were in a small room at the club and to give you a picture, the room is the size of a medium closet. There's a small chair and about two feet off the floor, a little platform that could be a mini stage. There are mirrors on the walls.

Anyway, Kat had alternated between the stage and my chair. Trying to change up her dance routine, she stood in my chair, placed her pussy about an inch from my face and moved her thong aside to show me her bald wonder. I was cupping her butt and I pulled her into me and began to lick her.

She froze, then began to shake. Placing her hand on top of my head, she began breathing deeply and gripping my scalp in a way that told me she was enjoying my technique. Suddenly, she jumped off of the chair. Landing on the floor, she bent over. Half laughing, she asked where I learned to do that. I told her, but then noticed she was distracted by a manager lurking outside. She plopped down in my lap and was looking over my shoulder. After about a minute, she said "He's gone."

She got up on the mini stage and spread her legs. Smiling, she beckoned me in with a finger. I dove in for some more pussy licking. I don't know how long we were doing that, when she pushed my head away because the manager was back. Once he was gone, we resumed positions. Just a little bit in, her second orgasm hit and she asked me to stop.

She was still leaning back and breathing hard. She looked between my legs and we seem to share a thought. I unzipped and took out Mr. Happy. I inserted and she adjusted to make us both comfortable. After about a minute she asked "You're clean, right ?" I assured her and continued.

Justy a little later, the manager was back and she had us in the chair, and she reinserted, and we were slowly humping with the manager right outside. When he left, she suggested going back to the stage, but I was close and we finished in the chair.

After we caught our breath, I asked her what I owed her. "I lost track" she replied, "I guess eleven songs."

When she escorted me to the door, she concluded our visit with a long kiss.

On my next visit, as she undressed, she was sliding off her thong (it's a topless place) she said "You ruined my last thong. Besides, Christine is in charge today, so we can do whatever we want."

I noticed that when we finished,a little over two hours had elapsed. This time, like all the times that followed, she only asked 220. I really miss her.

Pablo Antonio15 years ago

Drippy: Great article. Unfortunately experiences this perfect only happen once in a great while for me. When they do, it is like heaven. Thanks for the beautiful story, we should all be so lucky.

CTQWERTY15 years ago

Drippy, if you put the time & effort in, you might as well get the credit!

georgmicrodong15 years ago

pablo: I'm gonna have to disagree with your rarity comment. I've had several encounters like this, where both of us manage to thoroughly enjoy ourselves, despite the odds seemingly being against it. Her pleasure is a large part of my pleasure most times, so I'm not at all shy about asking what she likes, and then attempting to give it to her.

Drippy15 years ago

Gmd, I agree that pleasing her also adds to my pleasure and fun. It doesn't always happen though, and I think some strippers find a way to guard themselves from getting hot and enjoying the sexual pleasure when she is with a customer.