The Scent of a Dancer - Sex Stories

The Scent of a Dancer

The Scent of an Exotic Dancer

It was the closest encounter sexually that I had had with a woman thus far. I had told my best friend about my BI-sexual revelation only a month before. He decided it was time for me to step up to the plate. I don't think he really believed me and was looking to see how far I would go before I choked. He planned the whole evening. First a jaunt over to Hooters for dinner, then off to the strip clubs. My only hesitation was wandering what to do if I ran into someone from work. I would clearly not be able to argue my reason for being there while a woman was giving me a lap dance.

As we walked in, the submissive side of me took over. I followed my friend in and let him do the talking. We sat mid ways from the stage. He handed me some money and said, "Now when you see something you like step up to the stage, she'll give you a show then prompt you for the money. Then when you see something you really like we'll see if she will do a private dance for you." My heart was racing with excitement.

I watch different girls take the stage all wearing a variety of outfits: schoolgirl uniforms, playboy bunnies, dominatrix, etc. Then I saw her. White see through evening dress, platinum blonde, dark tan, and tall legs. I stepped up to the stage. She stared into my eyes never loosing contact while she moved her body slowly into many erotic positions. The music was a very fast and heavy beat, but she kept in sync with the music in a way only a dancer would ...

... know how. This has always been an intriguing feat to me. Their bodies move as though the music is a slow blues tune, while its quite on the opposite spectrum. As she exited the stage after her set, she walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek, then did something to my ear that sent me over the edge. It was a purr that rolled off her tongue and vibrated the inside of my ear. I turned to my friend and said, "Her, she is the one." He went to her and made the arrangements. Very politely she came, took my hand, and escorted me to a small open cubicle. What I experienced next was something of what I think was pure intense amazement. To see it done is nothing in comparison. She took her topless body and contorted it within millimeters of my body. She slid herself along the contours of my body. Making contact with it in strategic places in order to titillate me. Grazing her breasts across my cheeks, I smelled this wonderful scent. It was a powdery, candy, perfume scent. It was one I had never smelled before. I could not get enough. Between the smell and her brushing her body against mine, I began to quiver like never before. She let out a little giggle, smiled, and whispered in my ear, "I know the feeling well, I love to have this done to me too." That's when she began touching me. I felt her head slide between my legs, her nose brushing on my clit. Sliding upwards, she looks at my chest and says, "I like your breasts." I knew that she had to be playing me, but I didn't care so long ...