[dnce] [2003-05-25] Couch Dance [MF]
Couch Dance, by Rajah Dodger <rdodger@hotmail.com>,
Copyright (c) 2003. All rights reserved, except that electronic
not-for-profit reproduction rights only are explicitly granted
with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note
must remain attached.
Word Count: 1114
Author's Note: An original and shorter version of this was
posted in the Erotic Stories and Fantasies mailing list; I no
longer have that version.
I walked into the topless bar and almost immediately turned
around and walked out. Too crowded, too noisy, too smoky... it
wasn't going to be worth it just for $10 table dances. On the way
back to my hotel a small building caught my eye with the sign
"Gentlemen's Dance Partners". I figured I could spare five
minutes to check out the place. When I went in there was a latina
hostess in an enclosed foyer and a sign -- $10 entry, $20 per
hour to the house for the ladies' time and a tip of at least that
much for the lady. The music from behind the closed door sounded
okay, so I handed her a ten and she opened the door.
Inside on one side was a pool table and some card tables,
and a bar with football on the TV. A glitter ball spun slowly
over a small parquet dance floor and several couches lined the
walls. An open doorway led into a back room. There were two
couples slow-grinding under the glitter ball, a couple of guys
with a curvy brunette playing pool, and three women on one of the
couches chatting.
I went over to the couch and my eyes lit on a redhead in a
well-filled tube top and short skirt. I introduced myself as a
first-timer there, and she agreed to help me feel like one of the
family. I held out my hand and she pulled herself up out of the
couch, tube top jiggling pleasantly, her head coming just up to
my height.
We went to the foyer window and she stamped a time card,
then took my hand and led me through the open doorway to the back
area where there were small leather couches -- almost loveseats -
- with coffee tables and a bit of dance floor near each. The
light was dimmer here, and we settled into one of the couches. We
did the usual who-are-you and what-do-you-do chatter until the
music changed to a danceable Billy Joel number.
On the dance floor she got a lot more friendly, melting into
my arms and resting her head against my shoulder. When I
casually slid my hand down her back past the waistline, she
pressed herself against me and traced circles on my lower spine
with her fingernails. By the time the music changed, my hand was
familiar with the contours of her bottom, my head was filled with
the scent of her hair and my body was buzzing with warm fuzzy
feelings.
We settled into the couch and she leaned into me, my arm
wrapping naturally around her and settling alongside what felt
like a nicely full and resilient breast. Her lips tickled the
side of my neck and one of her hands found its way along the
inside of my leg. I was enjoying the hell out of this but
wondering just how far we could go in what was basically a public
space. The way the couches were arranged, I couldn't actually
see the people in them, just the tops of their heads. Head,
singular in one case, and I wondered where that guy's dance
partner was until the head leaned back and I saw it to be a
woman's face, eyes tightly closed and mouth open in what had to
be an expression of passion fulfilled.
About that time my companion's hand made its way up to my
zipper, and I leaned back in the loveseat as she moved her palm
back and forth over my bulge. She moved her lips to my ear, and
with an agonizing slowness licked her way around it and into the
center. In a husky voice she mentioned that I seemed a little
tense, and she might be persuaded to help out with that.
"Persuaded?" My mind wasn't working terribly quickly
through the erotic feelings she was raising in me. I squeezed
her breast and let my hand make its way slowly down her side to
cup her bottom, my fingers exploring those curves just as her
fingernails outlined the swollen contours of my shaft. "Not that
kind of persuasion, sweetie," she said, "I'm a working girl,
after all." A light finally dawned in my head, but not so
urgently that I didn't take my sweet time sliding my hand over
her entire bottom on its way to my hip pocket where my wallet was
ensconced. Two minutes later, a pair of Andrew Jacksons had
changed allegiance and my hand was nicely tucked under her skirt,
discovering that she had dispensed with underwear.
She deftly unfastened my belt and slid my zipper down, then
slipped her cool fingers into my briefs. It was almost a shock
to feel the contrast between them and the heat of my cock.
Without observable effort she threaded my cock out into open air,
and wrapped her hand around it. Her thumb was rolling repeatedly
over the top, and my brain was being split into a rainbow between
that and the way my fingers felt embedded in her own moist
channel. I leaned back in the couch, rocking my head from side
to side as my lips moved soundlessly.
She produced a handkerchief from somewhere, and the next
thing I was conscious of was spurting into her cloth-covered
hand, her other hand stroking my balls as she urged me to "Be a
good boy, give it all to Mamma". I managed to hold my vocal
response down to a soft moan, and her hands moved until I had
nothing left to give.
I was impressed, to say the least. But I thought my head
would explode when the handkerchief disappeared and she ducked
her head down to my lap to give my cock a thorough tongue-
washing. The next thing I knew my pants were zipped up and my
dance partner was helping me stand up on shaky legs. We walked
back to the foyer window, and she repunched her time card. Then
she turned to me and gave me a sizzling kiss while her hand
played lightly between my legs. When the kiss ended, she smiled
at me and said "I hope you come back soon -- you're a wonderful
'dancer'!" With that she turned and sashayed toward the TV area.
The same latina was on duty when I got to the exit window,
and she checked the time and quoted me a number. I paid it, only
slightly disturbed by how much this brief afternoon dalliance had
cost me. I was remembering that other area in back, the one
where only the woman's head was visible. In my mind I was
already planning for my next visit.
*****
///// Completed 05-25-2003 by Rajah Dodger rdodger@hotmail.com