Surprised at the Nudie Bar - Sex Stories

Surprised at the Nudie Bar

... at practically everything she could show me. Then the t-back came off. I am not sure it was by accident or on purpose, but I was now staring at a perfectly bald pussy, totally uncovered. My dancer didn’t miss a beat and kept right on with the exotic show, like nothing had happened. I was so obsessed with the show, that I totally missed the fellow who sat down next to me and the show he was getting from another dancer. Then suddenly, I hear a familiar voice. It was Madison, the cute, angelic niece of my wife's best friend. “Oh my gawd, Steve!” I looked over and up and it was Madison. She was standing totally naked and astraddle the fellow next to me. Madison didn’t break stride. She was mid-show and my buddy was almost as nose deep into her privates as I was with my dancer. I had always admired Madison. I found her strikingly beautiful and very sexy. Seeing her totally naked only heightened my desires. As the music changed, so did the rotation of dancers. Madison took a position directly in front of me, straddling me like the previous dancer had done. She squatted down so we were eye level. “If you don’t tell, I won’t tell,” Madison remarked. “This is a bit awkward but I have to admit, I always thought you were a tad bit sexy.” Madison put her arms around my neck. I was hard as a rock. Madison stepped off the bench, and positioned herself between by spread legs and backed her butt up to my lap. She pushed against my hard on and then reached behind her to feel it. “Looks like ...

... you’re ready to have a party in your pants,” Madison whispered, leaning back against me. I locked my hands on to her flat abdomen, as she pressed against me. “If you keep doing what you’re doing that party will be one hell of a mess,” I responded. Madison spun around and put her hands on the wall behind me, her perky breasts only inches away from my face. She looked at me and then bit down on her lower lip. “I don’t want to get busted in here, so message me and we can talk outside the club," Madison remarked. I took out a twenty dollar bill and slipped it into her hand. I took my seat back at the table with my buddies. I didn’t dare say a word. Back at work, I text messaged Madison and provided her my phone number. About an hour later, she messaged back and said she would call about five pm. I eagerly awaited her call. The conversation was short. Madison asked me to pick her up at the club at six. I pulled up in the parking lot at just a few minutes before six. I text messaged Madison that I was waiting, but she didn’t respond. I waited until fifteen after six. I sent a second message and when she didn’t respond after about a minute, I decided to leave. Just as I was driving off, I caught a glimpse of Madison coming out the club’s wooden front doors. I stopped and opened the passenger side door to my SUV. Madison climbed in and tossed her small backpack into the back seat. We stopped at the beer store and picked up a twelve pack. Madison loved beer and Red Bulls. We grabbed a ...