Magic Wanda - Sex Stories

Magic Wanda

... embarrassed. “Well, do you like girls with big breasts, nice eyes, tight little bums, long legs, older ladies? We’ve got a nice variety in here.” “We like all of the above!” said Dave grinning. Ringo wasn’t really listening, his eyes had wandered from the waitress to the girls who’d just come on to the stage. “Listen love,” continued Dave. “Why don’t you give us an hour and come back. If we’ve seen someone we like, we’ll let you know then.” “Sure thing honey,” she said before turning and wiggling off back towards the bar. “You gonna go for it?” I asked Dave. “I reckon so,” he replied smiling. “Sounds like too good an opportunity to miss. What about you Ringo?” There was a pause as we waited for him to reply. He obviously hadn’t heard. He was transfixed by the tall redhead who had just slipped out of her long shimmering dress and was now half way up the pole just in front of us. “Hey, deaf boy!” shouted Dave. “You still with us? Forgot about your stomach at last?” “Er, yeah man. Only thing I’m hungry for right now, is that foxy chick in front of us. Now shut-up yabbing for a minute and enjoy the show.” We laughed at him and did as requested. The redhead proceeded to skilfully slide down the pole, spinning round, using just her legs to grip it. Her long shapely legs spread apart as she reached the stage again and did the splits. She soon sprang back up and began shaking her head and swishing her long hair from side to side in time with the music. We were mesmerised. She looked ...

... directly at us as she parted from the pole with a twirl and seductively swaggered over to the edge of the stage in front of us. She leaned forward with her hands covering her breasts and then as her body was at a right angle to her legs, her face just above us, she released her hands and jiggled her upper torso. Her firm perky breasts seemed to defy gravity as they jutted out, shaking for us, her nipples hard and erect. “Fuckin’ hell,” whispered Dave under his breath. I just nodded, not daring to take my eyes off her. Ringo stood and reached into his pocket, his eyes now holding the gaze of the performing redhead. He pulled out a five pound note and the redhead smiled at him. She rubbed her breasts and then traced her hands down over her belly and slowly slipped her fingers down into her bright red thong. She slid her fingers back out and elegantly lowered herself down into a squatting position, so that her legs were spread and she was sat with her backside resting on her heels. She pulled the top of her thong away from her stomach, indicating to Ringo to insert the five pound note. Grinning, he leaned forward and taking as much time as he could, slipped the note down the front of her thong. “What’s your name?” he asked excitedly. “Angel,” she breathed out in a husky voice. She winked at Ringo and turned back towards the pole. “Fuckin’ hell,” repeated Dave. We watched the rest of Angel’s performance in silence and got to our feet to clap, whistle and cheer as she walked off ...