This happened 10 years ago. My stripper sidepiece was a married, blonde, petite blonde in her 30s with kids. Lets call her Rainy, not her stripper name but close. I was in my 50s, married, grown kids, a professional. We hit it off in the local nude club where she was the queen of the club. We both lived local, and took it outside the club for a wild 8 yr affair.
I texted her on a lazy spring Saturday afternoon, just to chat. She tells me she has her two kids at a bday party at a local semi-private country club. She didn’t fit in too well with the other moms there. She figured (prob correctly) that they had heard rumors that she was a dancer. The club was only 20 minutes from her house, so she had to get recognized at times. Anyway, she was bored watching the party and made her way to the bar.
Told her I’d be there in 15 at the bar. We could pretend we didn’t know each other, in case some of the other mommies (or her kids) saw us. Snuck a blazer into the car, made up an excuse, and sped off.
There she was at the bar in a breezy spring dress. Wearing a bra, and probably panties. Sexy but not inappropriate for a mom at a bday. Made my way to the barstool next to her, and we pretended that I was just some guy hitting on a pretty milf-y blonde. We flirted. She laughed, throwing her head back at times. She touched my arm, nothing to alarm anyone watching. I instinctively put my hand on her thigh and she brushed it away, maybe embarrassed, maybe acting.
She would have to get back to the party, as it would end soon. She liked daddy-dom stuff, so I told her to follow me outside so we could sit on the porch, without many people around. “Kiss me”, I demanded. Sheepishly, she complied. “Unbutton the top button”, and looking away she did as she was told. She was begging to back inside, getting nervous of the time and of being caught.
“One more thing, take off your panties and give them to me.” She was pleading with her eyes, but she would dare not displease her daddy. Looking around nervously, she pulled them down over her dress as far as she could, just clearing her ass. She looked at me with eyes wide open, showing fear and excitement. “Reach up and get them.” Of course, she did. She squirmed out of her skimpy orange lace panties, past her modest high heelsl, balled them up in her hand, and stuck them my jacket pocket. “Good girl” as I kissed the top of head, and she ran off back inside.
As I drove home, a devilish idea came to me. Instead of going home, I drove to her house. She lived at the end of a long cul-de-sac, with some woods along the main road . I pulled over by the woods, one tire in the grass. I found a nice sturdy branch and tied Rainy’s very distinctive orange panties, waving in the breeze like a little sexy emergency flag, in clear view of cars passing by.
I texted Rainy the next day, not giving her the exact location of her panties, just saying they were hanging from a shrub, in a conspicuous spot, near her house. Told her she better go find them before her husband spotted them. She was panicked. She texted me a few hours later saying she couldn’t find them, and it was getting dark. “Too bad, look harder tomorrow after you put the kids on the bus.” BTW, the bright orange panties would be in clear view of that bus too.
It took a whole let less effort to hang the panties, than it would take her to find them, bright orange or not. She begged for clues, and I relented around noon. She soon texted me a picture of the panties, relieved she found them.
What a good little slut. Always willing to play some sexy games with her daddy
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/10nry2p/my_milf_stripper_sidepiece_acts_the_little_slut