I was in town visiting my...

I was in town visiting my bro in O-town a few weeks ago and then took off for a day at the beach before stopping at my fav. spot on the beach - IR - but sadly, no Danielle (my favorite dancer) there that day. :( So I drowned out my sorrows with a few brews, listened to a the dj spin some tunes for a little while, and then sighed and resigned myself to getting some action from some of the other girls that were dancing that day. First up was a sprite named Bunny who had the cutest, rail-thin little bod with a tightly-wound ass that left nothing to the imagination when she backed her trunk up and down against and around the maypole. The personal dance unfortunately left everything to the imagination...first she led me back to the happy zone of the inner room and then left me alone for ten minutes to go poach some cigarettes. Then she comes back and asks me to go buy her a beer while giving me her sob story - (“I'm only twenty, I can't get a drink on my own here, I'm having issues with some of the other girls here, I just started working here a week ago” ...) - and I'm sitting there balancing out all her gripping with that memory of that spectacularly tight ass of hers working against the pole and sighing once again ruefully that awesomely hot Danielle - with no drama - isn't there to save me from this...but in the end, her rear end won out and I managed to suffer through her dance - she also smoked when she was giving me a dance!?! At least it got her to stop her bitching...anyway, I only took one song from her before returning the bunny to the forest and thinking that there's no way she's gonna last a month at the IR. So, now I’m really missing Danielle cause the dance from Bunny could in no way compare to D’s hotness and I go back to drown out the sorrows with a few more brews when I spot a tall exotic drink of water named Sierra pumping her little heart and small, cute tits out on stage to a rock-n-roll song that made me momentarily forget my disaster with Bunny and my disappointment with no Danielle and so we lock eyes and I drop a few Washingtons her way and then she gives me her best stripper smile as she asks me my name. We make plans for a meet and greet later which winds up leading to more...no drama with Sierra, she's never been to Atlanta, is super cool with her conversation, is curious about some of the clubs up in Atlanta, and then laughingly assures me she doesn't smoke when she dances for customers after I tell her about my near-pyromaniac experience with 'lil Bunny. I take two from Sierra as she drapes her long limbs over, around, and across me and then twists her athletic torso ever so slow before my eyes like a sea oat swaying in the ocean breeze before turning, bending, and spreading her smooth hard rump against my happy zone and then, turning to look me in the eyes, says, "we'll go just like this as long as you want...just let me know when you're done," complete with a full, knowing, eat-your-heart-out smile. Sierra was fun but still..she's not Danielle...and I once again take up residence at the bar and drown my sorrows and muse on the whereabouts and memory of the exotic, long-haired beauty that used to make me purr just by running her long finger nails through my long hair when I see the biggest, loveliest pair of titties bouncing up on stage to hip-hop like they just don't care and seemingly calling my name..." We're fun...we're happy...we're big...we're beautiful....we want your hands upon us...we want to bounce - just for you...we want to move and shake and rock and roll - just for you....we want to come over and play...please, please, please take us out tonight!" I'm a gentleman and who am I to say no to a pair of nice friendly jovial good-natured titties like those...so even though I'm still depressed there's no Danielle (because nothing at IR can compare to Danielle that night or any night) I begrudging sigh and say to them come over and visit when you're done showing the maypole all your lovin' and bring the dancer to whom you belong with you for a meet and greet. Her name was Hannah and I can't remember what she looked like - she had blonde hair I believe - because I was talking and looking at her chest the entire time I was with her. It's like when you meet a cute adorable pair of puppies when you're out for a run and you have to stop and give them some attention and lovin'...you vaguely remember that they have an owner that was taking them out for a walk but you couldn't remember any detail about him/her afterward and when you tell your friends about your day, you say..."I was out running and came across the cutest pair of cocker spaniel puppies today...no, I couldn't tell you anything about their owner though...but let me tell you about the puppies because they were to die for." Anyway, Hannah tries to chat me up but she can tell within a few moments just what my interest is here and what I'm thinking about...so she smartly suggests after a minute going to a place where we can all play. Hannah is more of a soccer mom here - she gets her girls to the park and then just sits back and watches them jump and bounce as they kick around the soccer ball for a little while. Big, natural (they originally were a mystery when I first met them on the stage...real or fake...home-grown or enhanced...momma-given or factory-made...hmmmmm....mystery here! excitement here! come solve us with some hands-on investigative work like CSI) and tear-dropped breasts that bounced and danced and fell and rolled just for me like they said they would. Hannah kept them at a distance at first to tease me as she squeezed them, caressed them, and licked them before beginning to creep closer and closer and closer as the song weaved on. Inches away but still too far too touch, rocking and swaying gently in time (it was a slow song, thank god, otherwise she would have been jumping all over the place and taking her two best friends away with her) before my awe-struck eyes. And then she turns and gives me her ass and I'm like...wtf!?!?! ...for a moment it's like you think you have this amazing date set up with this smokin' hot girl in high school for a Friday night and when you show up to pick her up...she says she would still love to go out but she's stuck watching her kid sister and mom and dad insist that she take her kid sister out with her. But it's only for a moment, cause Hannah turns her head, gives a knowing smile, and then takes my hands and places them right where we both know they want to go...mystery solved by the way - natural!yes! The song is at the three quarter point and Hannah decides I've been a good and patient boy long enough and it's time to for her to let the tear-drops and me get on with the reason why we are all here. And then she kills me...just the way I've always wanted to get killed....death by smothering by big, beautiful, natural tear-dropped breasts. The next 30 seconds were a blur and I can't tell you too much about it - partly because the memory/logic center of my brain shut down for the horny/full aroused part of my brain but mostly because I wasn't getting enough air. I tip the breasts and tell them to never, ever, ever change - they were perfect just the way they are and then, with one last long look around the IR with a small, gleaming hope that beautiful Danielle had come in while I was blacked-out in the back with the breasts - I sighed and departed.