Fantasy Island Birthday - Sex Stories

Fantasy Island Birthday

The following is a true story. All people involved are over 18 at the time it took place.

I have been to several "gentleman's" clubs (let's call them what they are...Titty Bars) in the area over the past few years. I knew what the dancers were "legally" able to do and the titty bars where the dancers didn't always follow the law. For example, the dancers were supposed to wear pasties or put a layer of latex over their nipples when dancing. I never saw pasties in any of the bars I went to and when I touched or licked their nipples (another legal no-no) I rarely touched latex. And the genitals had to be covered at all times and no pubic hair was allowed to be seen, which meant, with some of the g-strings that the dancers wore, there were evidently a lot of shaved pussies.

One day, on my way home, I noticed a new titty bar near the interstate less than a half mile from the house. I couldn't really react, as my wife was in the car with me, but I made a note of it. Fantasy Island II is what the sign read. I had been to the original Fantasy Island and it was one of the titty bars that had some rule breakers dancing.

A few weeks after I noticed the new Fantasy Island, it was my birthday. I got off work early as a birthday present from my boss and I decided to visit this new titty bar. It had opened at noon and I knew that if it was like most of its kind, it was probably not very busy in the middle of the afternoon of a Wednesday. As I walked in, it took me a few minutes ...

... for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. I was right and there were only a few customers sitting in the place. Three men were sitting around the main stage and a few were sitting at tables, all looking toward the stage. The dancer on stage was cute. She had shoulder length blonde hair and she had some good curves, with tits were probably a good c cup. She was down to her g-string and dancing close to the customers who were sitting next to the stage. I decided to go ahead and get a good look and sit near the stage. As I sat down, I held up a bill and she came over to me. She danced in front of me and as she squatted in front of me, she moved her g-string to the side and bared her bald pussy. She came closer so I could put the money in her g-string, not slapping my hand away when I "accidentally" ran my finger across her smooth pussy. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips and whispered, "Happy birthday."

I was confused and it must have showed on my face, so she tapped on the button that I got at work that said, "Kiss me, It's my Birthday!"

She then whispered, "How about a lap dance for your birthday," to which I just smiled and nodded. "I'll get you when I get off stage," she said as she reached down and grabbed my hardening cock through my jeans.

After her set, she came over to me and took my hand and I followed her to the area they had set apart from the main floor that was designated as the lap dance area. She took me to a chair away from the area entrance. ...