This is my second series. Thank you for reading, all feedback is appreciated! This story is for a fan :*
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I spent the next few weeks thinking about Jonah’s proposal. I mean, I’m a nanny, I LOVE kids. I’m great with kids. I just never thought about whether or not I wanted my own. I’m only 23! I can’t even imagine being pregnant right now.
The thoughts consumed me but he didn’t bring up the topic of wanting to impregnate me again. We continued texting and flirting. We’d been on a few more wonderful dates and he’d finally kissed me. He was a perfect gentleman, like he’d always been. I tried telling myself to not think about it and just go on like he didn’t say anything but I could not get it out of my mind. I kind of… liked the idea.
Not just the idea of having kids, but the idea of being claimed by him and fucked with the purpose of impregnation. I’ve spent my whole adult life on birth control, being super cautious not to get knocked up. But with him it seemed just like a normal next step in life. I grew up in a small, traditional town in the south, just like him. We both had these sort of traditional ideas about families that didn’t really fit in with the west coast liberals we were surrounded by now.
I considered myself progressive, but I did secretly love the idea of just being a stay at home mom and raising his kids. After all, he was wildly successful, due to his downright drive and impressive intelligence. He’d already proven that he could hack it in a marriage. He was a gentleman and treated me well, with respect. On paper, it all made sense for me. I’ll admit, I was kind of considering it.
After a weeks of torturing myself with the thought of being impregnated by him, it was time for our fourth date. This time he was taking me to a burlesque show in the city. He knew I was bi, so we were both going to thoroughly enjoy this. I’m not just there for the babes though; I love a cute outfit and quality dancing.
He picked me up at my apartment in an Uber and we drove to the venue. He was as gentlemanly as ever, as much as I’d grown to expect from him. He was wearing a suit again, this time black with a green tie that matched his eyes. I was wearing a green mini dress that almost matched. It fit snugly around my DDs and waist and flowed out at the hips. It was cold, so I wore stockings with my black pumps and draped myself in a pea coat.
We settled into our seats at the venue, nestled in a cozy U-shaped booth at the edge of the room. We had a great view and a little bit of privacy over on the edge. He always managed to get us great seats, wherever he took me. It must have required some planning or connections on his part, which I greatly appreciated. Each of the booths was in its own little cubby space. There were full length walls between us and our neighbors and the entrance to the booth had dark velvet curtains which were tied back. The space felt very intimate. It almost felt like we had our own private show, looking out onto the other people settling into their tables and chairs in the center of the room. Across the room from us were a few more of the cozy booths with couples snuggling up, preparing for the show.
We ordered our drinks and the lights dimmed. Jaunty music played and the first act began. I was mesmerized by all the gorgeous women strutting around the stage. They had skimpy, glitzy outfits, and danced about confidently. Some of the women sang and some just danced. Some of them did little strip shows, which had me whooping and cheering and the gin and tonics flowed.
A stunning woman took the stage. She had long, curled blonde hair and a strappy black outfit. Straps crisscrossed over her midsection topped with her full breasts stuffed into a skimpy black leather bra. She had on a very short black skirt and thigh high fishnets. She had a whip in her hand. I froze.
Jonah squeezed my thigh lightly. “You okay over there?”
“Yeah…. Yeah, she’s just… I really like her outfit.” I continued staring at her as she strut on stage.
“Oh, you like her outfit huh?” He teased.
I felt my cheeks get hot. “I mean, I like all of her, definitely. But I especially love the way she looks in that outfit.”
I continued watching her as she moved through her set. The whip was the end of me. She sang and danced and at one point she tore off her mini skirt revealing her plump, round ass hanging out of a matching black leather thong. I got chills and felt my nipples get hard. I gasped and my hand instinctively went to my neck, which I began tracing my nails again ever so lightly. Then, she whipped off her bra, and flipped back around to reveal to the audience her bouncing tits covered with nothing but pasties with long tassels. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or moan.
I felt Jonah’s hand on my thigh, sliding a little bit higher. He whispered into my ear “You really like her, don’t you?”
Chills again. Just then I realized I was wet. I could feel myself getting slick and making a wet spot in my panties.
I whispered back “Yes, I’m really enjoying this. I’m glad you recommended this place.” I still hadn’t looked him in the eyes. I couldn’t take my eyes off the woman in leather.
Unfortunately, her set ended, and she strut back off the stage, her tall heels clacking behind her. How could anyone top that? I took a drink and glanced over at Jonah finally. I put my hand on his chest and we kissed. As we pulled apart, I noticed the bulge in his dress pants. I looked up at him and smirked.
“I see you’re enjoying yourself too, huh?” I asked, teasingly.
“I loved watching you watch her. I could tell you were getting turned on. I can even see your nipples through your dress now, you know.”
I gasped and slapped him playfully on the chest. “You rascal! I’m just enjoying the show.”
“So am I” he said as he looked down at my breasts briefly and back into my eyes. I felt his hand move up between my legs, so close to my clit. I gasped delicately and frantically looked around the room to see if anybody had noticed us getting especially close.
To my relief, I noticed many other couples with similar body language. In the booths, anyways. On the other side of the room I could see the couples in their dimly lit cubbies talking closely, kissing, hands draped across each other, whispering to each other. One couple had even undone the ties on their curtains, which cascaded down and nearly closed entirely. I could only see a glimpse of them through the crack in the curtain. They were kissing deeply, hands rubbing all over. I smirked and looked back at him. I guess this was just the right kind of atmosphere for us. Nothing we were doing seemed to be out of character or inappropriate. I was incredibly relieved at took this as a sign.
I moved my hand from his thigh to his bulge and rubbed it gently. We locked eyes and he slid his hand further up my dress, making contact with my slit. I moaned softly.
“Wow, you’re definitely enjoying yourself” he said as he rubbed the wet spot on my stockings.
“They’re very good dancers!” I said shyly.
“Sure they are” he replied, knowing exactly what I meant.
I continued rubbing the bulge in his pants which got even harder. I had no idea what his dick looked like. Always the gentleman, he hadn’t sent me any unsolicited dick pics yet. Sometimes the lady, I hadn’t asked. I was curious what it looked like and how big it was. It felt big… it felt thick. We kissed deeply as the next set played. I was thankful that the little table in our booth had a long tablecloth so nobody could see what we were up to.
We had our backs against the wall, looking out at the room, and I propped my leg up on the edge of the booth just a bit. My black stocking and pumps blended in to the booth well. I think we were being pretty sneaky. Besides, it was dim and everybody in the room had been drinking for hours. I draped my purse over my lap just in case the waitress came back to ask about more drinks. He had his suit jacket on his lap as well.
He whispered into my ear “Your panties and tights are all wet. You should take them off.”
“What?” I said, surprised by his boldness. A little hand action under the table is one thing but I’m not about to start getting undressed.
“Go into the bathroom and take off your tights and your panties. Put them in your purse and walk back out here.” He said calmly as he looked out into the crowd, like he’d made this simple request a hundred times before.
“I… Won’t somebody notice I’ve lost part of my outfit? You haven’t seen them yet, but my legs are… pale. I practically glow in the dark.” I tried to talk him out of it. He continued rubbing my clit thoroughly.
“Nobody is going to notice. Look at these people. Nobody cares about us; they’re all just enjoying themselves. I want you to enjoy yourself too.” He said, encouraging me. He began to kiss my neck and I moaned quietly.
“You are so bad. I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this.” I said.
“I’m not asking.” He said firmly as he looked into my eyes. I felt like a deer in headlights. “I’ll order us another round of drinks so our waitress doesn’t come back for a while. When then set is over I want you to take your purse to the bathroom and come back with a bare pussy. Understood?” he looked at me expectantly.
I was frozen; my mouth must have been hanging open in shock. Had he just given me an *order*? I suppose it was pretty consistent with the rest of his behavior… he always knew exactly what he wanted and he always made it happen. I had just never experienced it like this before. Plus, that focused drive of his did turn me on.
“Understood” I said, eyebrows raised a mile high, as if to state my resistance. We removed our hands from each other’s laps and each finished our drinks so the waitress would come back. The set ended. I looked at him, as if asking “are you sure about this?”
Without saying a word, he handed me my purse and smiled smugly. His eyes gestured towards the bathroom. I rolled my eyes. Fine. This was happening. I crawled out of the booth and made my way to the bathroom, trying to make sure nobody noticed my covered legs as I made my way through the room.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this” I thought to myself as I sat on the toilet, removing my stockings and panties and stuffing them into my purse. It was then that I noticed just how wet I was. That leather girl really did a number on me. I hoped she would have another set later that night.
I wiped up the residual cum between my thighs and washed my hands. I looked over myself in the floor length mirror. *Ghostly*. Somebody is going to notice, surely. I shook my head in defeat, took a deep breath, and head back out to the booth.
To my surprise, nobody seemed to notice. Nobody shouted from afar “What happened to her stockings?!” He was right. Everybody was focused on their own dates, minding their own business. I relaxed a bit. I looked over and noticed him watching me from afar as I made my way through the room, approaching him. He smiled proudly. Smug asshole.
I noticed the fresh drinks on our tables and carefully climbed in, hoping not to expose my bare pussy as I bent over in my mini dress. I scooched in close to him.
“You were right, your legs are glow in the dark, everybody was looking at them.” He said teasing me.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny! I hope you’re happy.”
“Very” he said as he looked down at my bare legs. His hand gently brushed the hair from my neck and draped it behind me. He returned the hand to my inner thigh and kissed my exposed neck. I was frantically looking around the room, surveying to see if anybody had their eyes on us. Nope, nothing. Everybody was watching as the next woman appeared on stage, piano playing loudly in the background.
Wait, was that? It was her again. Leather girl. I gasped excitedly and told Jonah she was back. He chucked, clearly satisfied with his timing. She had on a new outfit this time. She was wearing a frilly white and light blue lace corset that really showed off her curves. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt with a deep slit in it and she had a white feather boa wrapped around her. I couldn’t wait to see what she was going to do next.
She strut and twirled across the stage, my eyes locked on her like last time. I was so excited to see her sing and dance again. Finally, the strip came, and she slowly slipped off her skirt, wiggling her way out of it with her ass facing the audience. This time she had on a frilly white thong. She looked so feminine. She wiggled her ass back and forth, cheeks bouncing for the audience. I spread my legs wider and moved Jonah’s hand to my pussy. He eagerly complied and started rubbing my bare clit. I sunk into the booth a bit and continued enjoying the show.
She was wearing crisp white thigh high stockings this time, with a bow at the top. I loved the way the top of her breasts jiggled in her corset as she moved. I continued staring as I felt Jonah’s finger glide into my pussy. I moaned, looking over at him quickly. He nodded gently, and I returned my gaze to the gorgeous woman on stage. With every bounce and swing and jiggle I came closer to orgasm. I wasn’t sure I wanted to cum here in a room full of people but it was happening. Jonah must have sensed this because he picked up the pace, entering a second finger and gliding it in and out as his palm rubbed against my clit.
I had one hand on my thigh, gently pulling down the hem of my dress and covering my lap with my purse. The other hand firmly gripped his bulge as massaged in through his pants. I could feel it twitch every once in a while. It was throbbing. He was hard as rock. He kissed my neck and fucked me with his fingers while I watched this delightful woman tease us on stage. She blew a kiss to the audience, slapped her ass, and walked off stage. The crowd erupted in applause and cheers and I shuddered with pleasure.
Just then, I felt his hand slide out from between my legs and he wiped his hand off on the table cloth. The dimmed lights brightened just a bit and people laughed and cheered. Panicked, I sat up quickly, pulling my legs closed and holding my purse tightly over my lap. Ugh, I was so close to cumming. Did he know that was the last set? Did he have me get halfway undressed just for one set? What an epic tease.
He finished off his drink and acted like nothing had happened. He ordered us a ride on his phone and asked if I was ready to go. Still stunned, I stuttered “Yeah, I’m ready” and began sliding out of the booth. I could feel my bare pussy leaving a trail of cum behind me. I subtly wiped it up with the edge of my dress and I slid to the edge. I stood up, pulled my dress down, and put on my coat. I wondered if I should put my stockings back on but they were probably still very wet. I hoped there wasn’t any wind tonight.
We walked outside and I felt a freezing gust along my wet pussy. It gave my whole body chills and I shuddered. He smirked and held me close around the waist while we waited for the car. I looked at him and whispered, annoyed, “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?”
He laughed and nodded. “I just wanted you to enjoy yourself. I hope you had a nice time tonight?”
I sighed loudly and admit “Yes, I did. I had a REALLY nice time tonight. It was a great show.”
He looked at me proudly “Yes, yes it was.”
Our car pulled up and we climbed in. Luckily my coat was long enough that I didn’t have my bare pussy on this stranger’s car seat. I was going to demand that he pay for my dry cleaning, though.
I snuggled up with him in the back seat and watched out the windows as we head towards my apartment. Maybe I’d invite him in and he could finish me off. After all, it had been four dates, so I was a little surprised we hadn’t fucked yet. I found myself wondering again about the size of his cock. After massaging that bulge tonight, I could tell it was something impressive. My mind wandered and I started to fantasize about him fucking me up against the wall in my apartment as soon as we got inside. I was wet and without panties, after all. I was ready to go.
The car stopped. To my surprise, we were already at my place. He got out, came around, and opened the door for me. He walked me in and we stopped outside my door.
“Thanks for tonight; I had a lot of fun. It’s barely midnight… Do you want to come inside for a drink?” I asked, hoping he’d agree.
“Not tonight” he said “but I had an amazing time with you. Maybe next time” he smiled.
“This fucking tease” I thought to myself.
“Aww, really?” I said, making sure he wouldn’t change his mind.
He chuckled. “Yes, I’ve already ordered another car to take me home. It’s almost here.” He said, looking at his phone.
“That’s too bad.” I said, disappointed. “Maybe next time?”
“Definitely” he assured me, and kissed me deeply, pulling me close.
We said our goodbyes and I closed the door behind me. I sighed, deeply frustrated. What a fucking tease.
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