Pixies Place Forums - The Strip Tease

I can not wait to see the look on your face. If my plan works, it
should be the surprise of your lifetime. The stage is set. You should be arriving
at the restaurant about now. The matride showing you to our table. The table
will be exquisite. Chilled champagne, candles lit, and a rose. The headwaiter
has his instructions. After you arrive, he is to wait 15 minutes and then bring
you my note. Will you follow my instructions? Will you be too uneasy to do as
I have asked? Only time will tell. I am watching the hands of the clock slowly
Tick by. In one hour, its ShowTime. My heart is pounding a mile a minute.
I see you walk through the door from my hiding spot. I know that you
must have gotten the instruction I left you. All involved know what to do. You
are lead by a ravishing red head to your table. You look bewildered. I am sure
that you are wondering why I would have brought you to such a place.
The confined tables, tawdry music, bad lighting, and the smoke is so thick you can
cut it with a knife. As you are seated the lights are turned down. The music
begins, and you know why they call this dive the Foxy Lady. The lovely red head
that seated you is now on stage. She is dancing seductive, as her body keeps
time with the music. She starts to disrobe. She is wearing a deep mauve cape
that matches exactly the fiery brilliance of her hair. As she discards her
robe her flaxen skin is enhanced by the color of the lingerie she has concealed
beneath it. Her breasts are nestled inside a lace bra and her high-legged
panties accentuate her tone legs and ass. You watch with curiosity but continue
to look around for any sign of me. I can sense your impatience. Why would
I bring you to a strip club? As Ginger finishes her act, you are nervously
Fidgeting in your seat. "Please don't leave," I think to myself. That would be
unfortunate.
I hear the announcer promoting the ensuing girl as the lights lower once
again. I am having trouble breathing as the adrenaline builds inside
me. I check myself in the mirror one last time and make my way to the front.
As the curtain parts, and the music starts I begin to relax. Still watching
you, I flounce my way out onto the stage. Feeling the song inside of me I know
the rhythm by heart. I have my eyes on you. Everyone else in the room has
become invisible. You are still glancing over your shoulder toward the door,
waiting for me.
I am feeling very erotic in my black ensemble. The jacket barely held
Together by one strained little button. The sheer white sleeveless shirt and bow
tie. My hair is strategically placed inside of my hat. Black scant shorts
journey low on my hips and my firm bronzed ass is peeking from beneath the
glossy edging. The raven leather hip boots were donned on your behalf, knowing
that they would arouse you. The simple white mask on my face has my identity
obscured. The masses are encouraging me. As I begin my prance, our eyes
meet. Stay with me baby. My right hand finds the button on my jacket. I
release it and let the lapels fall open. I gradually remove my left arm and then my
right. Turning away from the crowd I pitch the jacket to the rear of the
stage. When it is gone I am left in a sleeveless, backless pallid
halter. As I dance, my unimpeded breasts move freely under the delicate fabric. I
feel my nipples reply by swelling to their full magnitude. I know from a
preliminary survey that under these brilliant lights, you can see the outline of my
areolas through the sheerness of my shirt. As I lift my arms to remove
my bow tie, the smooth swells on the outsides of my breasts can be seen. I
remove my bow tie and fling it to you. Encouraging your focus toward me. I reach
between my legs and pull away my shorts. Underneath I am wearing white lace
panties cut high on my muscular thighs. As I swivel my hips and gyrate around,
a back glimpse shows the thin lacey g-string that lies delicately between the
cheeks of my well-defined ass. I posture myself in your full view and bend
deep at the waist my hands wrapping around my ankles as I bend my knees. I
unclasp the clasp on the back of my shirt and pull it away. Crossing my arms over
my chest to screen my raised nipples. Tantalizing you. Just a glimpse here and
there. Again I turn my back to you, looking over my shoulder at you. I let my
arms both fall now and rotate on my heels permitting you to observe my
voluptuous form. As I raise my hands to remove my hat, my mane falls down my back,
light against my smooth tan skin. I can not tell if you have figured me out
yet, but your eyes have not left me. With the crowds insistence I make my way
around to accept the offerings of many outstretched hands. You have joined them
at the stage with a bill in hand. When I get to you, I look into your eyes and
lift my guise. You smile and place your bill at my knee, letting your hand
saunter as you brush it up the inside of my thigh and into the front of my
inadequate covering. The announcer speaks again, to tell of a approaching stage
shower.
The glass cubicle has been placed mid stage behind me. He asks for a
Volunteer from the audience. The hands are waving high except yours. The
spotlight makes its way around the room and lands on you.
Planned in advance by me, of course. Will you accept the honors? I hold my breath.
One of the girls takes your hand and leads you up the stairs and across to the waiting water chamber. We
must remove your cloths so that they will not be ravaged. I unbutton your
shirt and remove it before you can change your mind.
You help me with your shoes and I gladly help you with your pants.
Standing in front of you I place my right hand at the waist of your pants.
As my left hand explores your chest, I cleverly undo the button of your trousers.
I grasp the zipper firmly and as I lower it I allow my fingers to brush against you.
I turn my eyes toward yours and smile telling you that I am aware that you are enjoying the show. I
lean in and place a warm kiss on your chest as I lower your pants to the
ground.
You are led into the shower booth and sit in the chair. As I dance
around the outside of the booth the crowd is going crazy. What every man in this
room would do to be you. I stop in front of you, my eyes watching your
smile. I place my hands high above my head on the booth. Pressing my tongue
against the cold glass I draw a line with it as the steam forms from my hot breath.
I can't wait to get inside with you. The warm water begins to flow from
The showerhead as I enter behind you. I place my hands on your shoulders
and run them down your arms. Once to your hands I lift them over your head and
secure them to the ties that are above you. I remind you, "No touching the
girls." I run my hands down your arms to your sides and to your waist. I can hear
nothing aside from our breathing and the water that is bathing us. I
can see you are as aroused by this as I am.
I move in front of you and face the crowd. Shaking my ass in your face
And lowering myself to your lap. I feel your hard cock through your boxers
Against my bare skin. I am so wet, and not just on the outside. I rock myself
Against you in time with the music. Displaying my erect nipples to the crowd of
drunks. When I feel you push against me, I stand and face you. Placing
my hands on your warm wet chest. I find your nipples and tease them with my
fingers. Running small circles around them. I know the rules, but I
must taste them. I lower to my knees and lick your nipples one at a time. I can
hear you moan softly into my hair. I lower my kisses slowly while rubbing your
thighs with my breasts. Making my way down to your waiting cock. I find the
head with my mouth and press against you, letting my hot breath come through the thin fabric of your boxers.
I look up to see your head fall back against the glass.
Your moans are growing louder. I glance around to see if anyone has a
good shot of what I am doing to you before I pull out the band of your
boxers and lick the tip of your cock. I find that you have a present waiting for me
there, a drop of sweet pre-cum to tempt my taste buds. I want to suck
you so bad. Feeling brave, I repeat my actions, only this time I take you in my
mouth. Slowly I lower myself until your cock hits the back of my throat
and then back up. In and out. I reach between your legs and find your balls
with a gentle squeeze. Your cock is pulsing against my tongue. The taste and
feel of you in my mouth has me so hot and wet for you. I lick you clean and
savor the flavor. You are pushing against me with small movements trying not to
give our secret away. Surely they would end our show if they knew the truth. I
can feel your urgency building and with one final suck I stand in front of you.
I press your knees together with my thighs as I lower myself onto your lap.
Above my head is a rope and I reached with both hands to grab it. You seize the
opportunity to take a quick taste of my breasts. I am so hot and horny;
I have to find a way to get you inside of me. As I pull the rope, a large
spray of soap is showered between us. I place my hands on your shoulders and rub
my body against yours. Our warm flesh sliding against each other. My
nipples brushing against your chest. I have to hold on to keep from sliding off
of your lap. I pull your head toward me and whisper in your ear. "How do
you like being the envy of the entire room? Knowing they are all watching us?
Look over my shoulder at all those faces. They will be talking about us into the
Next century." "Now baby, hold on tight, because I am going to fuck you good
In front of all these people." I reach between us and lower your shorts,
taking a moment to admire that gorgeous hard cock. As I stand on my tiptoes, I
moved my G-string out of the way. I am ready. I use my hand to guide your cock
to my waiting wet pussy. As you enter me, I grab your neck and lay my head
back to get the full length of you inside of me. You fill me up and I moan as
my hard clit comes in contact with your groin. I wrap my legs around you and
reach to undo your hand straps.
You place your arms around me and grab my ass to help me move on you.
We find a nice rhythm and stick with it. I feel your cock grow inside of me
and know I am about to cum all over you. You have your
face in my chest, licking the inside of my breasts. The feel of your soft tongue
and the warm water has me ready to explode. We pick up the pace and continue to
move together. My ass is sliding over your thighs from the soap as you pull
and push me away. I secure my right arm around your shoulder and pull your
head close into my chest. My left hand has found the top of my g-string and
is tugging up and down in time with our movement. As I pull up the lace
fabric rubs against my engorged clit bringing on the beginning of my orgasm.
As my walls contract around your hard shaft I feel your release inside of me.
As we cling together in our climax you fill me completely with your warm
juices. Our breathing has overtaken the small enclosure we can no longer hear the
music. I wrap my arms tightly around you and tenderly kiss your wet forehead. I
whisper into your hair "Happy Anniversary Baby, you are incredible."