That time a stripper[F] bought [M]e a lapdance

I haven’t had time to write and looking at the results from last time people want to hear about my Asian milf story, but that’s a long story and I have a bit of time today for something short.

I’ve only been to a strip club a few times in my life. Mostly for dates and even once for a first date but that’s a story for another day.

Anyway I went to the club in this state its topless but serves alcohol, but bottoms have to stay on. I started to drink and tip as the girls came around. I’m gonna be real the women here were not the greatest, so when finally an attractive woman came out I probably eye fucked the shit out of her. So she came to sit and have a beer with me, this is the standard for how this club works they make friends with you and are of intermediate pressure not overly pressuring for a dance or vip. She was blond 5’1″ish b cup ish and my favorite body type so she was thin but not so much working out that I grab her waist and her abs feel like a rock.

I like to think that I am fairly easy to talk about. I have two modes, one where I am relaxed and easy to open up deeply or larger than life guy who naturally talks like he’s constantly on meth or something. Though as I’ve aged I’m less thr second than the first. But anyway I was in the first mood and we began to talk about each other. I’d just broken up with my ex and I was perusing a doctorate in biochemical engineering, I come to find out that she too is in field. She is in the middle of her masters and she talks to me about her research. I can say without a doubt if she was lying to me then she knew way more about chemistry than any lay person I’ve ever met.

Durring this we talk and my hands go on her legs and I do one dance I tell her it’s all I could really afford now. We go back to sitting down and talk and flirt drinking for a few hours. In the middle of this I tell her I need to go I’m out of money and the girls come around for their tips and I don’t want to be that guy. So she buys me a drink and says don’t worry about it and slips me her stack of one’s from her tips for the girls. After that she says fuck it and says let’s get a dance. I say that I don’t have the money and she says I know just don’t say anything. We walk up to the cashier and she gives them money as though I’d handed it to her and they give her back her portion.

She brings us to the back corner where it’s probably known you can do things and she starts and says to me “baby I’m so horny right now” and moves my hands under her underwear and kisses me. For the next three songs we make out as I leave my two fingers in her and rub my thumb on her clit as she humps my hand until she comes.

She gives me her real phone number and name and we text a few days. 2 weeks later from one comment she remembered my birthday and left me a voice mail hoping I have a nice night and we can hang out for real. I never call her and text her again because I don’t want to date a stripper, as with many decisions in my life, I don’t know if it was right but it’s what I did.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aus198/that_time_a_stripperf_bought_me_a_lapdance