My first girlfriend strips… (ex, stripper, back room)

Lilly shut the heavy curtain in the back room of the club, having pulled me into one of the open booths. I looked at my wrist, the orange band cost me $10 to get back here. I could hear other patrons getting … well, it didn’t all sound like dances. Lilly looked up at me, even in those crazy heels I was taller, her red hair coming up to my eye level.
“You were not this tall back than”, she said, gently pushing me on to the padded bench.
Placing knees to either side of me, she took off the bra she had been wearing, leaving on a choker, gloves, a small thong and fishnet stockings. She let her body rest more on my upper thighs than my lap putting both arms around my neck, giving me a tight hug.
“Ugh, I hate to be a downer, but I don’t have much mon-“ I started to say, before being interrupted.
“No. No no no. It’s fine. No cost. Seeing you brought up some good memories. And since we kind of fell out of touch, it’s my way of seeing what’s been up with you.”

I looked, enjoying the small nearly nude woman on my lap who was eager to be there. I don’t have much experience at places like this, but always the woman was bored, or disinterested.
Outside of one kiss there really wasn’t much that went on between us. Some dances, a few dates, but I guess some firsts are memorable. Especially for her it seems. We talked, about life and what’s happened in the years after high school. She found herself enjoying the work she was in, enjoying dancing and being nude, or near to it. I explained I was in school, working on a degree I didn’t love, but was a decent job when I finished. We talked for several songs, as she began to increasingly grind more into lap until I was too distracted by my hardening cock to think of past or future, just my present.

“Oh, I feel that” she said, slowing her grinding to a steady but consistent pace right over my hard member. I stared at the breasts, perky as they shifted slightly with her movement. My mouth hung open, feeling embarrassingly close to cumming. She leaned in, mouth open and kissed me, tongue forcing itself into my mouth. Her smell overwhelmed my senses. Her hand strong on the back of my head, holding me against her. She pulled back, reaching for the little purse she brought back with us, opening it to reveal lots of singles and several condoms.
“It isn’t what it looks like, I swear. I keep them on me in case, but I rarely ever need to use them. I had another ex come up, and desperately wanted to back here, but without protection I didn’t want to risk it. In fact, you’ll be the first time I ever fucked back here”, she said. I didn’t know if that’s a lie, but it didn’t matter at that moment. I was wild with lust, reaching to my belt. Lilly slapped my hand away, “That’s for me to do, you need to relax, I want this, for both of us”. Her small hands loosened my buckle, popped my button and with a little prodding to lift my ass off the seat took off my pa Ra and underwear. She stared at my erection, taking a hand to stroke it from head to base and back.
“Oh, Lilly, wow….” I moaned, feeling hands on me for the first time in months. Her other hand joined, barely seeming to move, just squeezing lightly. I felt my pulse through my shaft, beating against her hands.

She moved to the bench next to me, kneeling with her head in my lap. I felt one hand leave my shaft as lips kissed my balls. She grabbed my hand, pushing it to her ass. Wiggling it, which I took as stroke it. She moved her mouth of me, “No, finger me”, and went back, this time her tongue on my head. As she took more of me in her mouth, I pulled the thong aside, feeling a pussy dripping in juices. My finger easily slid in, but two proved a tight fit, and I heard her grunt with discomfort. I shifted back to one, and fingered her hole at the same rhythm of her blowjob. Soon though, she grabbed a condom, opening it up and sliding it down my cock. She gave my covered member one more suck and moved, putting her back to me, and lined me up with her hole. She lowered herself on me, until I was fully in her. She laid back against me, asking me to stroke and twist her nipples while she fucked me.

I twisted a nipple, while she ground against me. Her hips moving around, not quite fucking me. We did this for a few minutes, before I felt bold. I put a hand on her neck, choking her, as I pinched a nipple hard. She reached over, putting her hand at her clit, and saying “Don’t stop, please…”. I choked her harder, squeezing as I felt her pulse. Alternating between nipple pinching and full tit grabbing. It wasn’t long, she went ridged, moaning. She pressed into me, nearly knocking me out of her. Her pussy clenched the head of my cock as I felt her orgasm. She laid there, taking a minute to breath. It was hard not to just bend her over and take her roughly. Maybe I should, but I waited instead.
“Wow….wow. That was damn…..fuck….. yeah. Sorry, give me a minute. You Sir, you are a good fuck.”
I felt proud hearing those words, as proud as I was that I somehow didn’t cum already. She sat back up, my cock now back inside her completely.
“Now, your turn baby.”

Her hands on my knees, she pushed me even deeper inside her, riding me to the beat of the song. I watch her back flex, her ass jiggle. I put my hands on her shoulders, just to feel like I had some control but she was riding me at her pace.
I felt close, after a few songs, and that blowjob. I tried to tell her, but she seemed lost, close to another peak. I figured I’d let it ride out, see if she would cum again, but she pulled off abruptly, turned around and grabbing my covered cock. She leaned in, whispering in my ear, “I think I can cum again, and I really want to, but this condom isn’t helping. Mind if I take it off?”
I nodded yes, dumbly. I shouldn’t do this, but feeling her bare pussy around my cock…. She removed it, tossing it with the wrapper in her purse, and bent over giving me a quick suck. What she couldn’t get in her mouth she drooled some spit down and stroked it. This time she faced me, knees to my sides, arms around my neck, her pussy even warmer and tighter now. She needed little time to pick up where she left off.

She was moaning, grunting, and breathing ragged. She body with a sheen of sweat, I leaned down biting a nipple, tasting her salty skin. She took a arm from around me, reaching down to her clit. “So close, bite me, please?”. I kept biting the same nipple, and sucking hard. Concentrating on her help me hold off my own impending orgasm. She came soon, slamming into my lap hard, and forcefully. Muttering “fuck” over and over. She took a moment, before standing up, her legs seem to shake a little. Without a word she feel to her knees, taking my throbbing cock in her mouth. Within a few seconds her suction and hands had me cumming, right in her mouth. She held her head still while stroking my shaft, coaxing the cum out of me. When I was done she leaned over, spiting my cum onto the floor. I remembered the strip club, and that that was probably a common occurrence here. She gave my cock and balls another round of licking, before putting me back in my underwear.

We awkwardly dressed. Me pulling pants and belt on, her back in her bra and adjusting her thong back over her pussy. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you.
“No, thank you, that was…intense”, I replied.
“Here’s my number, if you want to maybe grab some food. Maybe you won’t. I’m not a whore. I hope you know this was because I knew you. I don’t fuck everyone.”
We stood up, me still taller than her in those ridiculous heels.
“I don’t think you’re a whore, just kinky”, I replied, smiling at her. We left, and I finished a few beers, enjoying a couple of her sets. She was at her job, so I watched, slightly jealous about her working, talking to other guys, going to the back room. But not one came out with that look of having cum. Maybe she’s not a whore, maybe I will call. Either way, I enjoyed my visit.

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