I think I've been to nine...

I think I've been to nine different clubs in San Antonio and I hope to eventually visit 'em all. Each has its own quirks and unique features.

I'll start off by saying that I know my tastes are not those of the majority. I'm not much interested in young spinners. I like big titties and don't mind some extra cushion or extra years.

I've grown tired of seeing the same faces in Babes, the Men's Club, and Rick's...and while I liked some of the girls at the Palace, it never seemed like a good place to play.

So I decided to go back to Perfect 10. I'd only been there once, about three months ago, and didn't even get a dance that time. It was uncrowded when I got there, maybe five customers and about that many dancers. The waitress, Connie, took my drink order. I was surprised that she remembered me from that first visit, even remembering where I sat and what sort of girl sat with me. Impressive memory, plus she's very good about making sure you have company. I didn't even discuss it with her, but she brought over T*** to meet me just before she went onstage. Tall, slender, big tits, tanned...I thought this might be worth some time. T*** said she had to go onstage and said, "Don't peek at me, I'm gonna be naked." Well, she didn't get naked, but she did unleash those tits and they looked good to me, especially the long, gumdrop nipples. After she got offstage and went to the dressing room to freshen up, she came back and sat and we chatted awhile. She rubbed my leg a lot, and was gazing at me as though there was some actual affection. She told me stuff that I don't think I would reveal if I were a dancer, like the fact she was a cancer survivor...and a grandmother! The age part did not bother me, and I had some vague memory of reading someone's review here about an old dancer, but I can't find it now so I might be wrong.

Anyway, she never pushed for a dance. I brought it up and we ended up going to the back couches, where I had to buy a bottle of champagne I never intended to drink. We got comfy and when I got my hands on T's body, I could tell she was older, but I still enjoyed it, especially when I got my lips on one of those suckable nipples. She was grinding on my crotch, so I took out my friend and she paid it some attention. I slipped a finger inside her thong and began to play with her. We exchanged some DFK and it was clear she was getting turned on. She gave my friend a couple of sucks and it was feeling really good. When I put my hand back in her panties, she was soaking wet, the wettest pussy I've seen in years. She began to suck me in earnest as I finger-fucked her with one hand and pinched a nipple with the other. Didn't take very long before I blew and she made it disappear without a trace. She had not mentioned price at any point, but I took out enough for seven dances, plus a bill for the DJ, since she'd skipped a stage turn. She went to go clean up and didn't even pick up the money until I called it to her attention. She did return and continued to be very affectionate and attentive, as though we had known each other a long time. After another ten minutes or so, I told her goodbye and hit the road.