That time a stripper [f] fueled my [f]antasies

This story was the stuff of my fappery for a very long time. Enjoy

When I first started dating my now ex, we decided to go to a strip club, a bit of a dive bar in the town he went to school in. I’d never been to a strip club, but I always wanted to see what it was like, so I decided to dress up a bit. I was 24 at the time, I’m 5’1″ with long brown hair and brown eyes. I decided to wear my favorite tight jeans, and a red top that was strapless, so I didn’t wear a bra (back then, with B-cups, I could easily get away with it).

When we walked into the club, I was pretty nervous. The place was absolutely full but for one table, in the very middle, so I couldn’t hide in a corner. We sat down and ordered a drink to help with my nervousness. There were many beautiful women dancing but I was the only woman spectating, and I felt a bit like I was being watched.

There was one dancer who stood out for me among the rest. She was petite, like me, but with long blond hair tied back in a pony tail. She had a school girl uniform on – a white button up shirt which was cropped short and tied in the front, a short plaid skirt that was blue and black, and white knee socks with black maryjanes. I really wasn’t into her costume, but it did suit her. What caught my eye was her body. Her breasts were the most beautiful little A-cups I’d ever seen, and I wanted them in my mouth.

I’d never been with a woman (I still haven’t), but I’d always been attracted to women as well as men, and I watched her intently throughout the evening, too shy to request a dance. My ex noticed that she was the only one I was watching, and waved her over to dance for me.

For the guys, I’d noticed she would simply begin dancing; she looked at me and our eyes met, and then she leaned down over me, putting her lips next to my ear, and said, “My name is Rachel. I’m going to go freshen up for you”. She disappeared through a door next to the stage for a few moments, and when she returned to our table, she leaned down to put her lips next to my ear again, and said, “that’s better.” She smelled amazing. The sensation of her lips brushing against my ear was electrifying, and I knew she knew that. It suddenly seemed like we were alone in that place.

She stood, turned her back to me, and started moving her ass to the music while removing her school girl uniform. She started with her shirt – untying, unbuttoning, and then whipping it open to reveal those beautiful breasts again. No bra, just her. Her small pink nipples that I wanted in my mouth, her beautiful flawless skin. I wanted to feel them, and she obliged, but first she lifted the back of her skirt a little to reveal her gorgeous ass before bending over and working the skirt down and off. Then she backed toward me until her ass, now in a black thong, was grinding against my lap.

I was sure this was the epitome of a lap dance, but a few moments later, she turned and put those gorgeous breasts against my face, and that was when I lost myself completely. I have a propensity for coming in public, since I can accomplish it with my thoughts alone, and I absolutely came at that moment. She had her legs between my legs, her breasts pressed against my face, her hand on the back of my head, and she slid her nipples over my lips as she slowly eased herself down me. Her lips brushed mine, and there was a kiss, just a tiny one, before she continued down my body. When she got to my chest, and nosed my boobs, she looked up and smiled devilishly at my lack of bra before taking each one gently into her mouth through my shirt. Then she continued down to play with my clit through my jeans, by fluttering her tongue in her mouth right next to it.

I felt like she knew she had me. She seemed to linger there longer than she had when I’d watched her with others, but maybe my sense of time was affected. I came again with her mouth on my clit through my jeans before she smiled and pulled away, and when I opened my eyes and looked around, the entire club of men was watching us.

She stood and held up the $20 bill my ex had given her for the dance. She leaned down until her breast was brushing my cheek before saying, “Put it anywhere you want.” In that moment, I wanted to ask her back to our room, feeling like we’d shared a moment, but I chickened out completely and she stood up again before I could summon the courage. There really was only one place I could put the bill, which I’m sure she knew, so I slipped it into the front of her thong.

To this day, I wish I’d asked her back to our room, and if that had happened, the story would have continued. Many times my memory has become fantasy about those moments and what could have happened after. Is it just me, or does everyone feel like that after a lap dance?

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c0xjgi/that_time_a_stripper_f_fueled_my_fantasies