1. Strip Me


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Naughty_Accountant, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    For my first time at a strip club I’d say it went pretty well… At first I was nervous. My newly serious boyfriend surrounded by great bodies. I mean, I haven’t even spent that much time with his friends and here we all are with these naked women dancing around us. Do I want to show that I’m having a good time or will that make me the slutty girlfriend? What if they tell their girlfriends? At first I was so worked up over what and who that I couldn’t relax and have fun. But a few beers later, a few jokes and laughs with them, and I was feeling much more receptive. So it was fun. I wasn’t sure what it’d be like. Naked women, dancing and showing off for men, for money. Is it wrong? Dirty? No, it can be just good fun. The girls seem nice and fun, some might be enjoying themselves. And I’m enjoying myself also. I order another, sit back, admire the girls around me and have a nice time with my boyfriend and his friends. Of course there’s a lap dance. I don’t mind it at all when he buys me one. I smile, play along and have a good time with it. Honestly, it gets me curious, excited a bit and I try to visualize myself with this particular girl. I’m suddenly much more into the whole strip club vibe. There’s these really beautiful women around me, they’re moving their bodies and smiling and they look like they’re having such a good time. I can’t really help but start thinking how I would feel if I were them. Would I have such a good time? More drinks, more talking and laughing, more ...
    skin and dancing…everyone’s feeling more of everything and having a great time. When they announce that there’s an amateur night there’s a lot of laughs and of course he’s encouraging. But no way, I could never. I mean, I’m having fun, I’m feeling good and very light and sexy from all of the flirtatious conversation but I couldn’t do that. That’d be crazy. We all laugh, we all continue to have our own fun. It’s exciting just to think about it. Then a man comes over. He buys me... alone... a drink. He wants to talk with me. I’m not quite that comfortable in this strip club so I have him talk with me in front of my friends and it comes about that he has a proposition. Money. He’ll pay a bit of money, a good enough bit of money, to see me give my amateur strip tease. Hmmm. The money’s good enough that I think about it. My boyfriend doesn’t need to think about it at all….yes! His friends say the same. The open and enthusiastic admission that they want to see me naked swells my ego. And I hate to be a girl who let’s an opportunity slide… So I do it. I go back and I talk with a few of the strippers and we pick our music and look over each others outfits…costumes? Some have done this before, they’re prepared, some are like me, we laugh and we’re excited and totally scared and we offer what little tips we can imagine to each other, and then we go on. I picked a song, it’s sexy but it’s fun and... I go out onto the stage. At first I'm just shy, wandering. Nearing panic, I realize I hear ...
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