Always a good time

I like to pass through Kokomo on my way through Indiana any chance I get. The Hip Hugger is relatively easy to find and located conveniently just off the main highway. It doesn't have the greatest appeal from the outside, but it's not like I'm there to stare at the outside. Once inside, and after your eyes adjust, it is easy to find your way around. This particular Friday night was rather busy but still room to maneuver around. Some pool being played to the left upon entering, the bathrooms to that side as well, and the bar back and to the right. Tables to the right-hand side are set to see the stage, and the far right has solo chairs for the less-than-private, private dances. Fortunately, it is darker to that side.

Lappers are $10 per song with ample contact. I've never had a dance that wasn't mutual touch, but I've also yet to have one where I've petted the kitty. That might be more the fault of me than the girls; I've simply not pushed the issue. Probably because the first dancer I had there gave me her ground rules and I've followed them with all of them. The other part of this is that I won't get a dance from one of the girls unless they meet my standard (which is not real high, trust me -- 6's and higher are all possible candidates), but I've always been encouraged to touch and massage the shoulders, hips, butts, and breasts. Almost always the girl has responded by offering a nipple to the mouth for sucking. I think I sucked the nipple of one girl for an entire song one time.

My favorite there was a mature blonde with wonderful breasts. She told me she is married, and the last stop I had at the HH one of the other girls knew her and said she was taking time off after having a baby. She was easy to have a conversation with, and she didn't seem to mind my hands, lips, or tongue on her for a 10-song stretch one time. She was a rule-follower which was OK with me, though I've never complained when other dancers find a way to handle the stick shift. Best I've had there was a long-haired girl from Chicago who positioned herself between my legs, facing me from below the rise in my khakis, and made a canopy around the area with her hair. Secluded from the view of others, she grabbed my shaft through the pants and positioned it until it made a little pup-tent. Once the position suited her, she rested her chin on the top of the mini-tent and rotated it around, moving then to her nose, cheek, neck, and finally a grand tease with her tongue. Most fun I've ever had with my pants on.