Best damn lap dance I [M] ever had from a very friendly stripper [F]. [tease only, no sex] | 2016

I enjoy strip clubs as much as the next guy, but I never saw it as a replacement for female relationships or anything. They're just fun places to watch a hockey game and ogle reasonably hot chicks in skimpy clothes, or no clothes at all. The one club I went to more than once was cool because it was cheaper than most, but not trashy or sketchy. Plus the girls were just a lot friendlier. It felt like there were fewer expectations on me or judgement for not coming in wearing a suit and looking like I was rich. I always felt like I got the same treatment as the business men who came in tossing twenties instead of singles.

Anyway, it was fall, and probably my sixth or seventh time at this club, but it was the first time I was ever there in the afternoon instead of the evening. It was one of those rare 1 PM hockey games on a Saturday, but instead of the usual hanging out at my buddies place, my friend had insisted on going to the strip club. I had a few extra bucks that week so I happily agreed.

We get there and sit down at a high-top table and get into the game, checking out the girls on stage during breaks in the action. A couple girls came up to us a few times, but they could tell we were only really interested in the game. Usually the evening crew knows that I'm not interested in a private dance until after the game and all I'll want to talk about is the game while it's on, but this day crew didn't know me as well.

One dancer that day did catch my eye though, despite my usual focus. I actually found myself watching her dance instead of the game, and pretty quickly she noticed I couldn't take my eyes off her and she came over to chat. I was ignoring the game altogether now. She said her name was Heather, which wasn't the same as what the DJ had announced her as, but that's a pretty classic stripper tactic. I didn't assume that Heather was actually her real name, but regardless, I'd rather be talking to a "Heather" than to a "Diamond" or "Destiny". Heather was about 5'7", a dark dirty blonde, and had a body that was just incredible. She looked like she was probably in her mid to late 30's, but had the body of a 20 year old. Everything was firm and toned, except her butt which had just the right amount of jiggle to it as she strutted across the stage in her thong. Her voice was just a little bit raspy and her smile was intoxicating. In fact that's the thing that caught my eye first. Those brilliant white teeth flashing at me between lips invitingly curled up at the corners.

She knew her shit about hockey and also was into chatting about movies and pop culture. We chatted for awhile, not realizing where the time was going. Next thing we knew she was getting called up to the stage again. She promised she'd be right back. Needless to say, we were hitting it off.

After dancing to whatever the newest Lady Gaga hit was at the time, Heather returned. She told me about how she had gotten a talking to from one of the owners about spending too much time with just one patron, and he had told her that if she wanted to keep ignoring the other customers she'd have to get me to buy a private dance. I replied that I was just about to ask her for one anyway.

So we go back to the area for "couch dances" which was a dimly lit room lined with wide cushioned seats with modest dividers between each of them. A small island of seats sat in the middle of the room, all conveniently positioned so as to not give up too much privacy. The last thing you want is some creeper watching you get a lapdance instead of watching the girl gyrating in his own lap.

Heather sat me down and laid a small silk scarf over my lap. What proceeded was one of the greatest lapdances I had ever received. She peeled off her loose-fitting top and revealed her perfect brown quarter sized nipples. I had seen them before of course, but now they were inches from my face. I tried to keep my composure but couldn't help instinctively licking my lips. She saw that and smirked. She knew she had me, turning around, bending at the hips and hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her thong. She looked back at me and winked. I took that as a suggestion to help her out, so I slid the thong the rest of the way over her supple ass and down to her knees.

I was left staring at the vertical slit of her pussy, glistening slightly in the low light. She reached between her legs and dragged two fingers along its crease, slipping one fingertip just slightly inside. She dropped her ass into my lap and started grinding into me, which was more than enough to initiate the rush of blood to my cock.

I knew the rules. Some gentle above-the-waist touching was fine but breasts were obviously off limits. Anything between the hips and mid-thigh was strictly prohibited too of course. So I rested my hands on either side of her waist, right at belly button level, and let her continue to gyrate on the tent I was pitching. Unexpectedly, Heather placed her hands over mine, pinning them firmly against her flesh. She started to stand up, still holding my hands against her as they slid down to her hips, and then to her ass. I was ecstatic. I had been practically drooling over this ass all night and now it was, against the odds and the rules, in my hands.

Heather turned to face me and climbed back into my lap, straddling me. My hands were free again to explore, so I took them back to her waist, playing it safe. She bit her lip and grinded some more into the scarf over my crotch. The force of it was almost painful. She grabbed my hands again and brought them together at her stomach, then slid them up the middle of her chest, then out and over the top of her breasts. This was unprecedented. I began to wonder if I had accidentally handed the attendant a hundred dollar bill or something but then I realized the biggest bills I had were twenties that day. My mind stopped wandering suddenly as my hands were now being pulled around the sides of the dancer's perky c-cups and downward. Then under and upward. She released my hands in a position supporting her tits and then leaned back as far as she could, arching her back and extending her head back until it was upside down staring at the chair across from us. My hands naturally returned to her waist as if she might need me to hold her steady.

I expected her to come back up into the straddle, but as she did, she told me to put my hands in the air. I did as instructed and she quickly pivoted on her pelvis (in my lap), raised her legs up, and pinned my wrists to the back of the chair with her 5 inch heels. She rested her hands on my knees and grinded against my fully hard cock, through a few layers off cloth, to the point that I nearly came. I was helpless as I felt my precum soaking my boxer briefs.

Then the little orange-red light on the side of the chair blinked off. Time was up. My heart sank. Heather released my arms, did a split in my lap to give me one more view of that gleaming slit, and acrobatically dismounted. I exhaled loudly and realized I had a bead of sweat dripping down my temple. Heather had a look of pride in her face. It was well deserved. I didn't usually get that worked up for a stripper.

She started to walk away and I reminded her to take her scarf. She looked back and with a smile told me I could keep it. I picked it up to find it was soaked with her wetness. Exiting the private dance room, I was still stunned by the dance I had just received. Getting back to my friend, he could tell my world had just been rocked. He was ready to go, so we gathered our jackets and headed towards the door. As we left out area and neared to bouncer at the door, Heather intercepted me and handed me a folded piece of paper. She explained loudly enough for the doorman to hear that she saw me drop it and it looked important. I smiled and thanked her and said goodbye. I got into the car with my buddy and took off, pussy-soaked scarf in my pocket.

After dropping him off I finally unfolded the paper to see what it was. Scribbled in what looked like purple sharpie was the message:

"Come back tomorrow. Wear shorts. -H"

I rushed home, beat my dick like it owed me money, and came buckets into the scarf I was given.

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