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.