Months after my [first strip club experience](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zd55d/mfstripclubvirgin_an_ode_to_the_first_lapdance/), I was happy, horny, and full of no saving grace. The experience was visceral and the feeling of contact between another human being was something I longed to experience. Those were the first boobs in my post-pubescence to frame my vision, but they would not be the last, and I needed to see something beyond.
The thrill and excitement to explore the seedy side of history and human sexuality took hold of me. Curiosity grabbed my hand, and led me to a past of flappers, floozies, and the tease of breaking prude laws of an Al Capone era style, prohibition tale. I came across in my studies of something naughty, the era of the peepshow. It was a remnant of a darker time in history, where streetwalkers roamed the streets, hustlers and pimps paraded up and down a neon 42nd Street getting their scores. In billboards gone, the words “live nude girls” and “xxx” and “adult theatre” in pulsing neon tubes would flash back and forth, with a the shape of a tantalizing woman, who would kick her legs up and bring them down again.
As I scoured the internet to find if such places still existed, to my surprise there were a few that were still thriving. As I looked at questionable websites of places surrounding the greater L.A. area, I was struck by one spot in particular. It was in a pseudo red-light district of sorts. There was a strip club a door away, and an erotic store connected to the peepshow itself. There was a picture of the door, and it was like starting into the past. “Live Nude Girls Upstairs!” and “XXX” in bright bold red lettering. My curiosity got the better of me, and I decided I had to check this out!
When I arrived, the place was painted black on the outside. All the neon signs filled me with thoughts of days gone by. They were real, and right in front me. Posters of girls in seductive poses and the words adult arcade inside let me know I was in the right place. As I entered this place, for the first time in my life, encountered dildos, vibrators, lubes, S&M gear and pocket pussys everywhere. There was the lingering scent of rubber and cheap perfume that permeated throughout the store. I walked around a bit to get a good read on what was there and how human sexuality was as natural as anything else, despite our perceptions of it being taboo. There were was only one woman in the lobby area; and what seemed like multitudes of gay men, just buying their goods casually. “Where were the live nude girls?” I thought to myself, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Like the time I wanted to see what condoms were like, and told the old lady at the counter, it was or a school project on movie special effects. In retrospect–she knew…
The clerk noticed me somewhat confused and nonchalantly asked if there was anything in particular that I was looking for. I asked about the “live performance” and was told take a right and it was right up the stairs. The now clear path was hidden in plain view. It was black stairs, with black painted walls, and a black celling, all masking it cleverly. I made my way up, full of anxiety and nervousness as to see if my sexual fantasy would be real. I saw about 6 booths, 3 lined on the left of me, and 3 lined on the right with closed doors. In the middle were two attractive women sitting on lawn style chairs; a curvy and slightly overweight Latina and a blonde Russian beauty with the most clearest blue eyes that resembled Maria Sharapova, who could have easily made money as high earning model. She was in a modest dress, barely outlining her small cup size, but I didn’t care she was perfect! The Latina girl told me what to expect, that when I enter I would have to slip 10 dollars in a small slot, and a curtain would open where I could see the performer in all her glory. It would last 5 minutes and the curtain would close, unless I feed more money through that slot.
I then had a choice of which girl I would be able to see fully undress. I had never seen a pussy clear and up-close before, and this anticipation for what was to come, made it very hard for me to walk in pants that were a bit too tight after some titillation. I naturally picked the blonde Russian girl, as she was that fantasy I always wanted to be a part of. I expected to watch her behind the plexiglass for maybe 5 or 10 mins and be on my way, and suffer blue balls on the way out. She had a sexy accent, which sounded almost smoky but seductive and clear. Her hair was a very pale blonde, and her eyes were a crystal blue; a clearness I have rarely seen before. The inside of the booth had a bench, with black floors I dared not inspect further. There was a plexiglass window separating myself from her, and an old, nasty looking red telephone to the right, above the slot for the money.
I figured this would just be a visual interaction, and at no time did I anticipate anything further. She then knocks on the door from outside, I open it, and she hands me a few sheets of paper towel and calmly says, “for when you cum”, in that seductive Russian accent. I never expected that she would be looking at my cock and myself masturbating in front of her. At that point, no women, save for old medical personnel, had ever seen me naked or in a state of any undress. I was turned on though I had never been before. This angelic looking girl, the kind you dream about, was about to watch me masturbate to her, as I would gaze upon her body.
She exits the room, tells me to get comfortable, and put the money in the slot when ready. I hear her shuffling to the area behind the plexiglass. I tried to sneak a peek through the curtains, but it was a wasted effort, as they went down far, and blocked all light. I slipped the 10 dollars through the slot, and I suddenly hear the curtains move up via some automatic mechanism, and her spot behind the plexiglass lights up. I still had my pants on, and she tells me, “I want to see your cock”. This moment was happening; this really was happening!
Those words stirred something primal in me. She comes closer to the glass to look; I pull off my pants halfway down, and fumble with the zipper due to the anxiety of it all! “Pull your cock out” she says again. I manage to finally get my underwear down, my cock in full view as she’s up close examining it behind the glass. “That is a beautiful cock, I want it inside my pussy”, she says to me, as she slips her dress off from her shoulders, showing those small perky boobs and very clear skin. The dress goes all the way down, and she was never wearing any underwear. She has a beautiful toned ass, that is not big, but not flat either, small and round but firm, just perfect. There, I see a pussy for the first time, in clear lighting, from a beautiful girl staring at my exposed cock. “Play with me” she says, as she sits on a bench behind the glass, spread eagle, her feet touching the plexiglass, middle of her pussy in full view. It looked better in real life than in porn or those old Playboys. It was shockingly pink, never expected it to be so bright. It was inviting, tempting, and bewitching all at once. She starts using her fingers to rub her clit, inviting me to mirror the same movements, as my left hand glances my bare cock matching her pace and rhythm. She pulls out a very thin blue dildo with an oval shaped head and teases her hole, slowly penetrating a few centimeters in, but not more. She does this with one hand, all the while rubbing her clit with the other.
Just in the heat of the moment, the curtain begins to raise, the 5 mins is up. I search my wallet, gather another 10 bucks, and slip it though with my clean hand. The curtain goes away once more, and she says “get closer baby, I need you to cum for me here”. She motions to the glass separating us. I would have used the paper towels for that, but this was even more exciting, dirty, and seedy than I thought possible. My cock at this point is throbbing, I could cum at any time, she picks up on that. “I wish to suck your cock. Cum for me baby!”. I start to stroke more vigorously as the tension builds further and further, as she rubs harder and harder. She puts her face right up to the glass with those luscious red lips of hers, and says “Cum for me baby, yes!! Now! Cum for me!” She tries to lick my cock against the glass as her tongue moves seductively around, and I can’t take it anymore. “Yes!, let me see your cum, yes baby, lovely cum, keep cumming!”. I shoot a huge load as she is saying all of this, right on to the plexiglass window where her face is. The cum starts to drip down from it, and she pretends to lap it up as I clean my cock with the paper towels she provided, and I cleaned the plexiglass too; gotta have some decency. I tell her my goodbyes as I exit, and even get a hug from her.
I ended up buying a small bottle of lube, and a pocket pussy of some porn star named Jesse Capelli. That served me well, thinking about this mutual masturbation with that beautiful Russian girl. Still though, something felt unfinished in my exploration of sexuality, the lack of touch.
That was my tale of the first time I saw a pussy up-close, however, another time would come, where things were a bit more hands on, when I would visit a massage parlor and learn a new world that was out there. And the time when I finally would lose my virginity.
If you would like to see what led to this, check out what happened to me months before this incident, a year ago I posted [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zd55d/mfstripclubvirgin_an_ode_to_the_first_lapdance/)
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