blonde walked in, sliding the door shut. She smiled at us, an evocative look of lust as she pressed buttons on the little stereo on the wall. The music started low, she turned the dial so that it was reasonably loud. It was an experience, a very strange experience. She danced, she got way too close, she made me undo the clip to her bra, she grabbed my hands and far out... made me touch her breasts. Evan was grinning the whole time, the bastard.
Then she took my hands and made me pull down her tiny shorts, leaving her in a g-string. She sat on my lap facing me, putting my hands on her ass, smothering me with those enormous breasts. I might have been drunk, or even maybe slightly sober, I didn't really know. The world was spinning but nothing like last night.
When the woman pushed her chest onto me it was surreal. I had to grin, it was kind of a turn on. I wasn't gay, I doubted I could even be labeled as bi but those things being shoved in my face was something else.
“Kiss her.” Evan whispered.
The woman grinned at me as I stared at her. Shit. Trapped. She leaned in and took it for herself. One very open mouthed, tongue pushed in as far as she could get it kiss. Evan was woo-hooing, pretty sure I heard his phone taking a picture. I was wrong it was Seph again. My eyes squinted at her as she slid the door shut with a very smug look on her face. So that was it. One lap dance at a strip club, one kiss from a woman. The list was done, except now there was a new addition. Running away with the man beside me.
In our absence Jaxon and Seph had decided to take our party to another location, once my list had been completed. Jaxon knew the best place, a nice lounge that was dark. A good place to get down and dirty in public. Apparently that's something to be done. Sheesh.
When we returned to the table they were more than ready to leave, already getting close to being in each others pants. My sister was a walking sex pot and I'm guessing Jaxon was no better. The next stop was only a few doors down, somewhat convenient really. The place was dark, pink and purple lights were shot up at the roof, long chiffon curtains hung everywhere creating little rooms. In the rooms was a chaise lounge, a few large foot stools and a coffee table.
The waitress guided us to our little area and we ordered margaritas, several pitchers of them. My sister didn't even wait for the curtain to be drawn shut before she pushed Jaxon onto the chaise lounge. Not that it mattered really, it was so see through anyone could see in. A few minutes later our soon to be hangover arrived. Evan sat onto one of the footstools, pulling me down onto his lap. As his hands found their way to my backside he whispered in my ear that he was super happy I didn't wear jeans tonight. I could feel him underneath me, straining through his jeans. Damn. I knew where this was going to end.
Pouring the drink into two glasses, I hoped that distraction might be the key to avoiding sex in public. How wrong I was. It didn't help that I was still ready to go from the lap dance, that woman had caused a serious storm in my pants. Damn her.
At the end of the first pitcher I was drunk and the love birds in the corner were not drinking. So it was pretty much me, Evan only had two.
It was dark in the corner of the building, I must have had liquid courage and somehow I managed to find my way back onto his lap. Silly me. Just asking for trouble I am. My octopus was back, his hands were everywhere as we kissed fervently. And those magic fingers slipped into my panties and caressed me, god it felt good. I couldn't care if the whole world was watching, I wanted relief. My breathing was heavy as we kissed, breaking momentarily for me to pant, our foreheads pressed to each other, staring into each others eyes. In a deep heated kiss I opened his jeans and dragged him out, desperate to have him. I barely gave him any time to get the condom on, I didn't know what had come over me.
“God Harmony.”
Then she took my hands and made me pull down her tiny shorts, leaving her in a g-string. She sat on my lap facing me, putting my hands on her ass, smothering me with those enormous breasts. I might have been drunk, or even maybe slightly sober, I didn't really know. The world was spinning but nothing like last night.
When the woman pushed her chest onto me it was surreal. I had to grin, it was kind of a turn on. I wasn't gay, I doubted I could even be labeled as bi but those things being shoved in my face was something else.
“Kiss her.” Evan whispered.
The woman grinned at me as I stared at her. Shit. Trapped. She leaned in and took it for herself. One very open mouthed, tongue pushed in as far as she could get it kiss. Evan was woo-hooing, pretty sure I heard his phone taking a picture. I was wrong it was Seph again. My eyes squinted at her as she slid the door shut with a very smug look on her face. So that was it. One lap dance at a strip club, one kiss from a woman. The list was done, except now there was a new addition. Running away with the man beside me.
In our absence Jaxon and Seph had decided to take our party to another location, once my list had been completed. Jaxon knew the best place, a nice lounge that was dark. A good place to get down and dirty in public. Apparently that's something to be done. Sheesh.
When we returned to the table they were more than ready to leave, already getting close to being in each others pants. My sister was a walking sex pot and I'm guessing Jaxon was no better. The next stop was only a few doors down, somewhat convenient really. The place was dark, pink and purple lights were shot up at the roof, long chiffon curtains hung everywhere creating little rooms. In the rooms was a chaise lounge, a few large foot stools and a coffee table.
The waitress guided us to our little area and we ordered margaritas, several pitchers of them. My sister didn't even wait for the curtain to be drawn shut before she pushed Jaxon onto the chaise lounge. Not that it mattered really, it was so see through anyone could see in. A few minutes later our soon to be hangover arrived. Evan sat onto one of the footstools, pulling me down onto his lap. As his hands found their way to my backside he whispered in my ear that he was super happy I didn't wear jeans tonight. I could feel him underneath me, straining through his jeans. Damn. I knew where this was going to end.
Pouring the drink into two glasses, I hoped that distraction might be the key to avoiding sex in public. How wrong I was. It didn't help that I was still ready to go from the lap dance, that woman had caused a serious storm in my pants. Damn her.
At the end of the first pitcher I was drunk and the love birds in the corner were not drinking. So it was pretty much me, Evan only had two.
It was dark in the corner of the building, I must have had liquid courage and somehow I managed to find my way back onto his lap. Silly me. Just asking for trouble I am. My octopus was back, his hands were everywhere as we kissed fervently. And those magic fingers slipped into my panties and caressed me, god it felt good. I couldn't care if the whole world was watching, I wanted relief. My breathing was heavy as we kissed, breaking momentarily for me to pant, our foreheads pressed to each other, staring into each others eyes. In a deep heated kiss I opened his jeans and dragged him out, desperate to have him. I barely gave him any time to get the condom on, I didn't know what had come over me.
“God Harmony.”
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