"Really" excited dancers
dallas702
Wandering
Tuesday, April 30, 2013 10:24 PM
I am used to dancers who are good at acting turned on. Sometimes, they are even skilled at faking it and I appreciate that talent. Believing (at least imagining that I believe) that I am turning her on is fun for me.
This afternoon I was in VIP with a young spinner enjoying a few very spirited lap dances. She was straddling one of my legs with her tits in my face, her hand around my "Wow, that's big!" and I had a hand in her crotch. I'm not sure why, but I was gently rubbing her clit as I just blew air across her sensitive (and puckering) tits. She started moaning and pushing her head on top of my shoulder. I was very impressed with her acting until she quit paying attention to my recently named "Wow, that's big." Then she grabbed my shoulders and abruptly sat down on my hand - soaking my entire hand (fortunately not much leaked past my hand to my pants).
The young, dark haired vixen remained in a clutch for a couple of minutes (past the end of one song and well into another) then she apologized, said she would meet me at my table, grabbed her clothes and ran. Certainly she was distracted, she left her shoes and money. The bathroom troll gave me a funny look when I sat her shoes on the counter while I washed my hands! Twenty minutes later she did come to my table, sat in my lap and whispered in my ear, "I never came before doing a dance. Now I know why guys pay for it." She was surprised to discover I picked her shoes up and a little shocked when I showed her her rubber banded money. My lap dance experience was cut short by her "distraction" but I didn't mind and it certainly did this old guys ego some good.
SO...... have you ever been relatively sure your dancer was really, really into the dance?
This afternoon I was in VIP with a young spinner enjoying a few very spirited lap dances. She was straddling one of my legs with her tits in my face, her hand around my "Wow, that's big!" and I had a hand in her crotch. I'm not sure why, but I was gently rubbing her clit as I just blew air across her sensitive (and puckering) tits. She started moaning and pushing her head on top of my shoulder. I was very impressed with her acting until she quit paying attention to my recently named "Wow, that's big." Then she grabbed my shoulders and abruptly sat down on my hand - soaking my entire hand (fortunately not much leaked past my hand to my pants).
The young, dark haired vixen remained in a clutch for a couple of minutes (past the end of one song and well into another) then she apologized, said she would meet me at my table, grabbed her clothes and ran. Certainly she was distracted, she left her shoes and money. The bathroom troll gave me a funny look when I sat her shoes on the counter while I washed my hands! Twenty minutes later she did come to my table, sat in my lap and whispered in my ear, "I never came before doing a dance. Now I know why guys pay for it." She was surprised to discover I picked her shoes up and a little shocked when I showed her her rubber banded money. My lap dance experience was cut short by her "distraction" but I didn't mind and it certainly did this old guys ego some good.
SO...... have you ever been relatively sure your dancer was really, really into the dance?
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Never had a squirter though. I think you should follow up with your dark haired vixen for some actual intercourse and see if she "wets" your manhood.
Wetness can be misleading; it could be anything from ovulation to an infection.
So...yes, I am sure this dancer was into the dance, if you could call it that!
My current sweetie is a different story. My first encounter with her at Club Pro was my most powerful ITC sexual experience. Sweetie was as uninhibited and as animalistic as a woman had ever behaved with me. She claimed her best orgasm for twenty years. My shirt was ripped and I was scratched, bruised, and minus a handful of chest hair so I tended to believe her.
Sweetie and I have since shared many sex weekends and a couple of trips to Hawaii. She tells me that the prospect of more such orgasms is now as much of an incentive as the money for her to make time for me. Now she is comfortable enough with me to tell me when it doesn't happen for her when we fuck.
"You verk harder next time, OK!", she orders me in her thick Hungarian accent after one of those bouts.
She was the only one to squirt on me, but I think a few of the other claims of orgasms by other dancers were legit, given the brief changes in their behavior and demeanor. Shuddering and lip-biting are clues to which I have lent some credence. Mere talk of "oh, baby, I came so hard" I tend to write off as calculated flattery.