The first time I went to a strip club - AKA my "yeah, no denying I'm bi" moment.

It was winter when I ventured into my first strip club with my boyfriend. He knew all about my bi curiosities- the crushes I'd had on friends, the numerous wet dreams involving me and another woman eating each other's pussies. The times I'd made out with friends in front of guys and secretly liked it. I was a baby bi waiting to be "born", and it happened that night at the strip club. Now I should add, this was a "no lapdance" club, or this story would have been longer for sure. We've since been to lapdance clubs and had some fun... but that's for another time.

We walked into the club, I was wearing a short skirt with high heels and a tight,low cut black top under my coat. The smell of cigarette smoke and beer hung heavy in the air. That smell reminded me of parties and getting wild, a welcome connection.
The music was loud and pulsating, "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails, and everywhere I looked there were sexy strippers in thongs,pasties and super high heels writhing around the poles and on the floors of the stages. Shaking their gorgeous asses in men's faces and spreading their legs.

Almost immediately, I felt that tingle all over my body and deep in my pussy that I get when I'm turned on. That hot-blooded feeling that makes you feel almost buzzed. I grabbed my boyfriend's hand and pulled him close to whisper in his ear. "Holy shit... why haven't we done this before? I'm already turned on!"

He pulled back and grinned at me, gesturing to two open seats at a one of the stages. "Oh, just wait," he promised me. I didn't have to wait long.

The girl dancing for us was blonde, nice ass, small tits. Not really my type, but I was enjoying it anyway. My boyfriend was mesmerized by her ass, and I quickly realized that seeing him turned on by other women was a total kink of mine. "I'd love to watch you eat her ass," I whispered. I brushed my fingers across his lap to see if my words had the intended effect, and they did. He was rock hard. I smiled a little wickedly at him and winked. This was already more fun than I'd expected.

The blonde with the nice ass finished her set and the next dancer came onto the stage. She was smoking hot and definitely my type. Long, dark wavy hair. Tan skin, big brown eyes and long, sexy legs. She started dancing wearing a silky, short robe, which she slowly removed to reveal her lush, firm breasts. Underneath the robe she had a sheer, sky blue lace bra that pushed her tits up and together in a way that made me just want to motorboat them.

It was about right then that I realized that not only was I totally soaking wet, I had slid my hand under my long coat and up my skirt and was rubbing my wet pussy as I watched her dance. My boyfriend, of course, had noticed and was watching me watch her and running his fingers up and down my bare thigh because he knew it drove me crazy.

There were other people sitting at the stage watching M dance, but I didn't really care. The way she would lay down, spread her legs and work her hips like she was being fucked while groping those luscious tits of hers was so fucking hot to me, all I wanted to do was pull her bra down and suck on them. M made eye contact with me several times, with this sexy little smirk like she knew exactly what I was doing while watching her. By the time her set was finished, I was ready to go home and have a fuckathon with my boyfriend. I was also ready to get our first threesome going asap because I was bi as fuck and done ignoring it. I also realized I had a MAJOR stripper fetish... and that dancing was something I was going to have to try out for myself at some point.

And now here I am, on tuscl. 😉 the right place for me, clearly. Hope you enjoyed going down my horny memory lane with me.

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