I [M] sat next to a stripper [F] on my flight 12 hours after she grinded all over me

This happened last week when I was in NYC for work.

I was walking back to my hotel by myself after a dinner with colleagues and clients at around 10pm when I passed by a club called Sapphire Times Square. I recognized the name from the one in Vegas, and it turns out this location only opened a month or two ago.

I haven’t been to a strip club since I was 25 (I’m 33 now) but, to be honest, I wasn’t ready for the night to end so decided instead of a night cap at the hotel bar I would check out this Sapphire.

I walk down to the basement and pay the $20 cover. It is well done and while significantly smaller than any of the Vegas clubs I’ve been to, was big and clean enough that I didn’t feel shady even though it may have been a little over the top.

It turns out that Tuesday night at 10pm might not be prime time for this place (or maybe people don’t know about it yet). There were fewer than 10 customers there when I arrived but probably 15-20 dancers. There was one main stage in the middle with a big TV screen behind it showing the baseball playoffs. I settled at the bar and laid $12 for a Stella.

Maybe this is typical for strip clubs or maybe it was a function of the high ratio of dancers to customers, but after about 2 minutes a procession of strippers began to come sit next to me at the bar to chat and try to get my business.

I was open to getting a lap dance but mainly wanted to watch the main stage for a while before dropping my cash and heading out. Some of the women that came over to chat with me were surprisingly genuine: telling me how they regret some of their tattoos, how they are struggling at their day jobs and are just dancing for some extra cash, etc. Others were way over the top in pretending that they were super attracted to me while being overly touchy of my thighs and arms. One woman (who seemed like she might have been on one) even outright asked me to tip her $100 for the 2 minutes we had spoken once I told her I wasn’t interested in a dance. It was “Jet Set Tuesday” so a lot of the women claimed to have flown in just for the night but I was assuming it was just a ruse to make them seem more interesting.

After about an hour there and around 8 brief conversations with different women, the first dancer that had been on the main stage when I arrived, Claire, came and sat down next to me. She was 25, originally from the Midwest like me, and once we got talking shared that she was trying to make it as a dancer in the theater scene but wasn’t finding enough work to pay the bills so here she was at Sapphire. Her honesty was intriguing and, well, she had a slamming body. 5’8”, thin brunette with B-cups, long legs and a perfectly round little ass.

We talked for around 10 minutes about random shit and, oddly, it wasn’t really flirtatious or aggressive at all. She had the personality of someone I would actually want to spend time with outside of a strip club. So, I decided it was time and asked for a dance.

I have only gotten a few lap dances in the past and as I mentioned, it’s been a while. I was not really ready for the intensity of her focusing all of her dance to be gliding different body parts directly on my dick. I was hard in an instant and she commented how she liked it and it was game over for me. Sure enough, 7 songs and $150 later I had fallen in love.

In a brief moment of clarity, thinking about how much cash I brought and what I already was going to owe her, I told her it was time for me to go so I could catch my early flight in the morning.

Like an idiot I asked if she wanted to come hang out at my hotel after her shift. Smooth, I know. She nicely said she had an early flight as well and would be heading straight to the airport since she was “just there for Jet Set Tuesday”.

So, I walked back to my hotel, jerked off like a madman (…twice), and in my post-nut clarity chuckled to myself about how I had fallen in love with a stripper and invited her to my hotel after 30 minutes together. What a naive idiot I was!

Now, I should mention that when I got back to hotel, I rode the elevator with an older couple and I could hear the woman telling her husband that I smelled terrible (it was awkward as shit but I did appreciate her making it clear I needed to wash all of my clothes as soon as I got home before my wife could smell them).

I get up early, hungover, and take a long shower before heading to LaGuardia. I wanted to make sure that smell was looooong gone before I saw my colleagues at the airport.

Finally I get on the plane and am getting settled into my seat. I am on the window and there are two seats on each side of the plane. I am leaning down to pull my headphones out of my bag when I catch a strong scent that makes me realize I still smell like Sapphire. Fuck, I think, I was just with my colleagues at the gate and hey are sitting in the rows around me. They must think I’m pathetic.

Frustrated and embarrassed, I sit back in my seat and look up to see that no, I am not the source of the smell but it’s the person sitting down next to me who happens to be….FUCKING CLAIRE FROM SAPPHIRE. I would say I did a a double or triple take but I am pretty sure I just stared at her with my mouth wide open. She just smiled and said how are you.

Now, my thought immediately shifts to how one of my female colleagues is in the row in front of us and if we have a big laugh about how random this is, she is going to hear the entire thing.

I have my phone out so I immediately open a note and type in “Claire right?” and hand to her.

“Christina, actually”

“Holy shit this is the most random thing that’s ever happened to me”

“Lol, might be for me too”

Now, if I was trying to get upvotes and Reddit karma I would tell you a story about how she ended up jerking me off under a blanket and then we joined the mile high club. But, the true story is that we traded a few more notes and then she told me she needed to sleep but really enjoyed meeting me and told me I should come to her burlesque show with my wife. She threw on a neck pillow and was out cold for the flight.

When we got back to our destination in the Midwest we said bye and she gave me a wink that sent me six to midnight.

I went to work and all I could think about was Claire. When my wife and I fucked that night, I’m not going to lie, all I was doing was thinking about be way Claire grinded on my cock the night before.

Now I need to decide if I’m going to take my wife to that burlesque show…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/dj85qn/i_m_sat_next_to_a_stripper_f_on_my_flight_12