How Did I Know? - Sex Stories

How Did I Know?

“How did you get into this [lifestyle]?” I think this is one of the most frequently asked questions we get. For us, it was me who got the ball rolling. I mean my boyfriend did plant the seed, so to speak. But, none of what I am about to tell you would have happened if I hadn’t initiated some of it. This wouldn’t come as much a surprise for those who really know me. I’m the outgoing one of our relationship with a teasing wit often immersed in sexuality. Okay, yes, I’m a flirt! In my early teens, I had an enjoyable experience with another girl, kissing and touching, which had left an indelible mark on me for the rest of my life. It left me with a hidden curiosity that I could never get my arms around. Thoughts of lesbianism, bi-sexuality, and promiscuity were, of course, very taboo in my rural conservative community. I knew I liked men and the pleasure I got from my boyfriend, at the time. I was not confused, but was curious ever since my encounter with the girl. As an outgoing, extremely sensual girl I had wondered if I was ever going to pursue this curiosity. *** Fast forward 7 years. My boyfriend and I were in Las Vegas in early 2014 for a quick weekend getaway. It was just the two of us and we were exciting to be getting away and seeing the Vegas strip. With all of the constant walking and the various shows, I’m not really sure if it felt like a vacation, but we were still enjoying ourselves. As we were walking back to our hotel one night, I remembered that there was a ...

... gentleman’s club just up the road. My boyfriend, Mike, had been teasing me for weeks that he was going to buy me a lap dance while we were in Vegas… hmm? So, we went. We had only been to one other strip club together before this one, and it was kind of a dive on the island about 2 years prior. I had bought Mike a lap dance there, which ended up with the two of them in a semi-private area alone. Honestly, I didn’t really care for that too much afterwards, but it was my idea. Anyway, I don’t recall the name of the place in Vegas, but it was pretty nice I guess. It was certainly not overly fancy, but cozy just the same. Mike and I sat down and just talked and gawked for a while until he suggested a lap dance for me. I said, “Sure, why not?” I think he was a little stunned that I had agreed so quickly. A cute little dancer walked by, and I asked if she would sit with us. She was a petite thing with long length blonde hair, beautiful tanned skin, and was wearing a light vanilla perfume. Plus she had all the emblematic dancer enhancements, large breasts, pierced navel and nipples. We chatted for a bit before I suggested a dance. Mike gave her a $50 bill and she began to dance on my lap. What began as the simple, stereotypical lap dance transformed into an escalating, sexually charged encounter with each passing $50 bill. Before I knew it, my breasts were exposed and I was caressing her flawless tits and her beautiful little ass. I loved her touch and scent. As a final act of a 30 ...