A Christmas story from my long time affair with a stripper, stage name Sunny. She was in her 30’s then, nearing the expiration date on her stripping career. She had graduated from college, but never worked except as a stripper. Blond, 5’1″. Enchanting pale blue eyes. Submissive. Tight body . Shaved, sweet pussy. A very sexy, energetic performance every time she was on stage. She was married but bored. Had a few kids. Thinking back, I think she was on the hunt for her next husband, but that thought never crossed my mind back then. I just was in it for the thrills. I was then in my 50’s, grey hair professional. Married, grown kids. Also bored. I’ll admit it—an average cock.
We hit it off in a strip club in the Northeast, nude on stage and private lap dances with bottoms on. While the lap dances were fun, we both needed more. It eventually moved OTC to motels, my house, her house, our cars, my office, parking lots, anywhere we could slip away. She was the most sexually adventurous woman I had ever met. We had a 7 yr affair, now over as she got divorced, and got remarried.