Close Encounter in a Striptease Bar.

Sexy striptease and a hot hand job in the striptease bar.

When I moved to the big city for work in my early twenties I soon found the city’s “red light” district and the striptease bars where you could sink your pint while watching pretty girls strip, dance naked showing you erotic nude poses you could hardly believe, and more.

Let me describe some memorable moments at one striptease bar.

It’s dimly lit and crowded with men. All their eyes are on the stage. You can sense their lust and anticipation mount as you wait for the act to begin.

The music starts, the spotlights come on and she steps confidently onto the stage. She’s a pretty brunette with her dark hair loose down to her shoulders. She looks about twenty, she’s probably a student earning extra cash. She’s in a “sexy schoolgirl” outfit – a well-filled white blouse with school necktie, a tiny grey pleated miniskirt high up her bare thighs, black nylons and black high heels. Even clothed you can see she’s got the penis-straining young body every schoolboy pictures in his masturbation dreams.

Swinging her hips she struts round the stage. Her skirt is so short that as she twirls it flies up to show stocking tops, bare thigh above and white cotton schoolgirl panties. She squats with her knees together, smiling as she teases her hungry audience. Every eye is locked on her legs and you can all but feel men’s willpower trying to force them apart.

She slowly spreads her legs wide. Your penis tightens when you see her white panties full frontal with the dark shadow of her cunt bush showing through. Her hand darts quickly between her spread legs and for an instant she pulls her panties aside. You catch a glimpse of pink vagina lips peeping through dark pubic hair.

She dances, swaying her exciting young body to the beat of the music. Her skirt falls first. She twirls to show you her panties. At the back, deep between her naked gleaming smooth bum cheeks there’s just a thin white gusset strip. She throws her necktie and blouse off. She’s not wearing a bra. Big young breasts as delicious as the porn girl’s you masturbate over bounce and swing as just in panties, black stockings and heels she dances for you.

Then the moment comes that you, and every man in her lustful audience have craved. She turns her back to her audience. She bends and wiggles her bottom at you. Smoothly but tantalisingly slowly she slips her panties down. They fall, she kicks them aside, her legs spread wide. All eyes lock onto her dark cunt fur peeping just below her bum cheeks. She turns and stands, legs wide thrusting her hips and swaying sensuously on her heels displaying to all the neat strip of neat dark cunt hair between her boys’ dream legs.

Now just in sheer black stockings and high heels she dances. She sensuously arches her lithe young body into leg-spreading, breast-swinging, bottom-wiggling poses every bit as penis-stretching erotic as any you’ve seen in porn. Now she shows you the sex positions men want to have her young body in.

She’s on her back, legs spread and folded up so her knees are near her shoulders. Her hips thrust and her breasts bob as if you were on top of her fucking her hard. Now she’s on all fours, legs wide, breasts swinging ready for you to have her from behind. Next she’s squatting, bobbing rhythmically up and down like she’s astride you as you lie on your back riding your straining hard cock shaft. Now she’s on her back again with her legs as wide as she can get. Her hand’s between her spread legs stroking her pussy, showing men how their schoolgirl daughters masturbate.

Finally her act’s over, she picks up her clothes and with your eyes on her swinging bottom she strides off the stage.

My cock’s always straining hard after a routine like that. Often I go straight to the dingy toilet while the memory of her naked body is fresh in my mind and in my penis. The thoughtful proprietor knows why men go there. On the upper half of the stall wall, above waist height behind clear plastic are pictures cut from hard core adult magazines of women, nude and in sexy underwear, all in erotic poses.

I stand there with my trousers down and my iron hard erection in my hand. As my lustful eyes enjoy pretty girls’ naked tits, cunts, legs and bottoms I methodically pump my cock shaft. In my mind and with my iron-hard erection in my hand I’m fucking the girl I’ve just watched strip. She’s under me, her naked body’s against mine, her arms and legs are wrapped over me, her pubic hair’s entwined with mine as I thrust deep into her and my hand round my shaft is her tight vagina. With a grunt of orgasm satisfaction I jerk my load and add a fresh semen stain to the many splashed over the wall by countless men before me.

Sometimes the pervert’s there, the guy in his fifties in his shabby coat. He watches the girls but watches the young men too. He follows me to the toilet. Before I enter a stall to masturbate he unzips his trousers. Before he exposes his penis to me, as big erect and hairy as mine, I see he’s wearing women’s panties.

“Do you want one?” he asks, forming his finger and thumb into a ring and bobbing his hand the exact angle and length of a boy’s erect penis in a gesture every boy knows and thrusting his own erection at me. I ignore him as always. But perhaps one day.

There are other pleasures on offer too.

Let me tell you about another time. I’m watching a girl strip on stage. A girl snuggles next to me. She’s perhaps late twenties, pretty with curly blonde hair. She’s one of the strippers too. She’s in the black, figure-clinging, thin shoulder strapped dress, slit high up her bare thigh and low cut in a deep V between her big breasts that I’d earlier watched her strip from. I know that underneath there’s a tiny deep red lace-edged thong, a bra barely big enough to sling her breasts, and an exquisite naked body. She brushes her breasts against my arm.

“Do you want a private dance?” she smiles at me. “I’ll let you touch my pussy.”

I know what a “private dance” is. Just me and a stripper in a little booth just big enough for the two of us so she can get really close, like really close. I know the girls look out for men they fancy. There are big notices that read “strictly no touching of the girls” and threatening what will happen if you do. But everyone knows that only applies to girls who don’t want to be touched.

I say yes. I’ve got the money in my pocket just in case. As we head down the corridor together my hand’s already fondling her bottom through her thin dress. In the booth there’s a little mushroom-like stool for me to sit on, and full length mirrors round the walls. I sit and spread my legs. The music starts and her dance begins.

She sways sensuously to the throbbing beat, swinging close to me to invite my exploring hand. I start on her knee then my hand slides slowly up her long smooth thigh. In a single movement she flicks the shoulder straps off, slips her dress down and lets it drop. Just in that tiny bra and panties she brushes her body against me. She lets me take off her bra, then she swings and bounces her breasts for me and lets me enjoy them with my exploring hands and lips.

As she dances her fingers explore me. I’m in thin trousers with no underwear beneath. My adventurous hands enjoy her breasts, thighs, bum cheeks and the cameltoe outline of her love slit through the tiny front triangle of satin of her thong. With a smile on her face her fingertips explore the bulging ridge of my straining penis as if feeling me for size, stiffness and readiness.

She turns he back to me, bends, and sways her bottom at me, inviting me to pull down her thong. I caress her smooth soft thighs and bum cheeks and run my fingertips slowly down the thin thong gusset. She spreads her legs for my exploring fingers to stroke her sex bulge through the thin smooth satin. I feel her tremble with sexual pleasure. I pull her thong down, she lets it drop and kicks it aside. My hand is instantly between her spread legs from behind.

Nude but for high heels she offers me her naked body to enjoy. She swings her breasts against my face for my hands to caress and to kiss and lick her nipples. My hands explore her legs and her soft round bum cheeks and reach right under her. My fingers run through her cunt bush of soft brown juice-moistened pubic hair and find her vagina lips. She nudges her pussy against my hand and my fingers show her I know how a woman likes to be touched. She stands wide-legged in front of me and thrusts her hips toward me for my lips and tongue to ruffle her bush and to taste her juice.

The music stops, her dance is over. But my lust is blazing and there’s only one thing I want and only one thing I can do. I unzip and undo my trousers and with no underwear to constrain it my hungry penis springs out. Seven inches of hard hungry muscle stand up vertical from my thick bush of coarse dark pubes to its big round purple-grey erection-swollen head.

“Wank me!” I grunt, thrusting my hips toward. My upstanding penis swings stiffly.

“No ... don’t be silly!” she gasps, looking shocked.

“Go on!” I plead, thrusting my hips toward her. “Jerk my cock off!”

I see her smile. Shock has turned to excitement and lust. My touch has got her hot and wild. Her hand goes down to my thigh. She caresses my so sensitive groins. Her fingers ruffle my cock fur then so lightly stroke my balls, then slide right under me, cross my taint and find my anus. Her fingers tell me she’s done this lots of times before, and that she too certainly knows how a boy likes to be touched.

She snuggles against me and squeezes her soft breasts against my face. Her thumb and forefinger close round my cock shaft just below my penis head. Her petite hand can only just close round my girth. I kiss her breasts and my hand reaches down between her legs to play with her cunt and to enjoy her smooth bottom and thighs.

She begins the smooth, methodical rhythmic stroking, full length from my pubes brushing her hand to her thumb and forefinger almost sliding off my cock head. Her hand catches that so sensitive spot where my cock shaft meets its head just the way I like. In the mirror I see her bottom quivering with the motion of her pumping hand.

My orgasm pleasure starts to rise. I spread my legs and thrust my hips. Her stroking eases to prolong my pleasure as she feels my cock harden in my hand. I quickly pull up my shirt out of the way. I cum! As my body judders in its orgasm pleasure I grip her bum cheeks to pull her against me. My semen spurts and fountains over my naked chest and belly. After its last spurt my penis flops still half erect. Her gentle hand caresses my balls.

I sit there panting with my warm freshly wanked semen trickling down my front to catch in my pubic hair. She playfully dips her fingertip in it.

“Was that nice?” she asks.

I don’t reply but my panting gives her all the answer she wants. I watch her dress. Fully dressed again we leave the booth and stroll toward the main bar. As we pass other booths I hear the beat of music. Other men are enjoying other girls.

In the corridor she leans toward me, her lips close to my ear so no-one else will hear the secret she shares.

“If you want more ...” she says softly and with a mischievous smile. “There’s a room upstairs.”

I know what she means. I smile back. Perhaps another time.