Undressing your dancer
Current favorite and I are in the VIP, I'm sitting on the couch, loosening my tie, she's standing in front of me, legs spread, hands on her hips.
Her: I'm not taking ANY of my clothes off.
Me: (concerned) Why not?
Her: (Smiling) Because you are.
So that's what I did. It was a very sensual and intimate experience slowly undressing her, from unhooking her bra and sliding the thin straps off her shoulders, to pulling her tight, cut off jean shorts down over her taunt ass cheeks, and finally down to unbuckling the little straps on her stripper shoes and sliding them off her feet. I'm surprised I've never had a dancer ask me to do that before. (It's more common for a dancer to ask me to help her get dressed afterwards, and I like doing that, too).
Your experiences?
Her: I'm not taking ANY of my clothes off.
Me: (concerned) Why not?
Her: (Smiling) Because you are.
So that's what I did. It was a very sensual and intimate experience slowly undressing her, from unhooking her bra and sliding the thin straps off her shoulders, to pulling her tight, cut off jean shorts down over her taunt ass cheeks, and finally down to unbuckling the little straps on her stripper shoes and sliding them off her feet. I'm surprised I've never had a dancer ask me to do that before. (It's more common for a dancer to ask me to help her get dressed afterwards, and I like doing that, too).
Your experiences?
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I don't have as much time left as you younger guys.
Sheesh...........!
My dancer (gently) chided me for using two hands, said I should be able to do it one handed, lol. I told her I would need more practice. Maybe I can find that old "Happy Days" episode where Fonzy shows Richie and the guys how it's done.
I remember the first time that happened to me. I was in Key West and the dancer wrapped her bra around my neck. You are correct, a big ego trip. I WAS the one in the club! Funny thing is, the next day I was where I went to the Keys to work, and this rather plump semi-fuglie comes up to me and says hello, asks if I remember her. My no, and she mentioned last night at the club. Results, ego deflated.
More recently, at a nude place in the great plains, dancers were allowed to be completely nude only on stage. When doing lapdances, they were supposed to keep their bottoms on, but most would substitute a skirt for that, if they had one. The naughty, fun, enthusiastic Brittany, who had latched onto me, would strip down to her thong, then request that I take her panties off. (This was possible because she wouldn't have been doing dances at all if the local deputies had been in there peeping, uh, "protecting and serving".)
At that same club, years ago, there was a dancer who would also wait tables on nights that they needed a waitress. She would always volunteer (for me) to go get a thong if I wanted a dance from her, but there were always plenty of other dancers available on the nights that she was serving drinks. Finally, one night, I took her up on it. I told her not to get a thong, since I'd enjoy her more if she danced in her red sweater / blue jeans. My intention was to help her out of her clothes. Contact dances at this time were topless only - once the girl was nude, she had to be out of reach on a side stage. I imagined that I would get her down to her panties during the first song, then she could hop up on stage for me to take her panties off and put her junk in my face, then she could put her panties back on for a final grinding lapdance. Soon, I was pulling up her sweater to expose her red Victoria's Secret bra, and unzipping her jeans to find the delightfully matching bikini panties. She stopped me, though, saying that she didn't want to mix her stripper life with her civilian life. So, while she could splay out her uncovered girl-junk fully nude two inches from my nose when dancing, she didn't want to remove her street clothes in front of me. While I was processing my confusion, and dejection, the manager came over and shut her down. It was apparently against their rules, or local ordinances, for her to remove anything other than streetwalker-type clothing in front of patrons.
The next day, while walking throught the local mall, I glanced at a clothing store I was passing by. In the window there was a mannequin wearing jeans, which were unsnapped to reveal red panties. I stumbled a little, but managed not to actually fall flat on my face.