God I Love This

That was the name of my 1st post a few years ago about the delights of discovering lap dances (look it up, if you care). Rick says we should post about strip club fun instead of all the other stuff filling the forums since Covid. Yeah, and after a 357 day break, I finally can. Went to club yesterday, 11 girls to choose from. Dancers were wearing masks on stage, and without tableside dollar dances it was a bit harder to decide, but a guy has to make do.

First dancer had wonderful boobs. She turned out to be a (5 week) newbie, a still learning dancer in the sensual department, but when she leaned back on me, my hands learned her sweet b-cups boobs were just right, the ideal firmness with a top soft layer, especially around her nipples. Sensing I was a boob guy, she then pressed them against my face for an extended kissing and caressing session. Wow, I’m back in the club. Finally. Yeah. Thanks, newbie “Phoenix”.

So, looking for experience, the next dancer was somewhat older and had big (not huge) natural Ds, not my topmost choice, but I like them all. Just wonderful, she could turn on the sensual, stroking me from chest to thighs without any detours, and then doing the same with her breasts. Fine ass, nice looking legs, and those big squeezable lovelies really put the throb in this older fellow. I’ll remember you for a while, “Jenna”.

But nothing tops “Sunshine” on a cloudy day, she remembered me after more than a year. She’d gained a few Covid pounds and I thought the fake eyelashes took away some of the college age GND look but . . . she’s my mutual nipple play goddess. Long term I remember a club visit by its highlight moment.

By the 3rd song, we’d already gone past the slow buildup of touching, veering between caressing and groping. My shirts mostly open, nipple rugby has been played; she feels great from knee to earlobe. And at one moment I found myself being held to her cleavage with her left hand, her right fingers are gently twisting my left nipple. Her left nipple is in my mouth, I’m feeling her right nipple with my left hand. My right hand is rubbing low belly from navel to fabric. And – her left leg is rubbing my groin.

For just a few moments. But my brain said “Steph, take a deep breath, and remember this”. So I did.

I don’t do extras, so that’s all I got.

It’s great to be back.