Broke my Champagne Cherry

After years of irregular visits, including lots of couch dances with a wide variety of girls, I finally took the plunge and splurged on a champagne court visit. Just a measly 15 minutes, because I'm not a huge spender, but that was enough to sate my curiosity regarding the setup back there.

The beautiful lady who finally enticed me was in her early thirties, brunette, and a little soft around the edges. Her 70's glam style was a cool contrast to a lot of the typical trashy lingerie most dancers wear here. After a warm up dance, she promised that I could make myself more comfortable in the VIP section. I paid up front in cash, ordering two glasses of champagne (one for each of us, naturally). The room was empty save the two of us. A curtain of metal beads separated each couch from the central area, but it wasn't the level of complete privacy I hoped for. Someone walking by could have easily seen what we were up to in there, were they so inclined.

We sat and flirted while waiting for the hostess to drop off our glasses, and as soon as she departed, my date wasted no time fulfilling her promise. Unfortunately, while her dance remained the sensual pleasure it had been, her dexterity left something to be desired. I eventually did achieve lift off, but the rocket felt a bit scorched after the fact. I was also disappointed not to get so much as a peak at any of her more exotic areas, but then, I didn't specifically request it (I'm a bit shy about pushing boundaries).