Well, I had to have a go!
Not even a proper costume….just a bikini, and some urging on from my club manager. Let me tell you, these girls who ‘do pole’ are seriously strong.
So…basic move No. 1: “Grip the pole above your head. When you’re ready, pull yourself up and try and get one leg each side of the pole with straight legs and toes pointed.”
And, much to my surprise, up I went…..and the moment I felt that hard pole between my legs Miss Brain woke up and joined the party. “Imagine how many girls’ vulvas have pressed against where yours is right now!”
Now, my lovelies, something you need to know about me. When I get horny, I don’t get wet gradually. It’s hard to describe but imagine this. Suppose you had a mouthful of water and you stood over a sink and simply opened your mouth. Well, it’s not quite as bad as that…but it isn’t far off! I get ‘splat’ type wetness….and I was wearing a blue bikini….a shade of blue, in fact, that turns dark when it gets wet.
The manager instructed me to pull harder with my arms which made my crotch ride up the pole. By now ,Miss Brain was wondering if the pole had been properly cleaned after the last girl? Was I, in fact, holding on to a thin veneer of girl cum? Both my manager and I know that it’s not unusual for girls to orgasm during pole routines….we’ve both seen it happen. And there was I, making an already slippery pole more slippery, and Miss Brain, happy as anything, playing mind games with me.
We tried a few more moves before my arms gave out entirely. One little aside though, it made a decision for me. I am buying gym equipment to strengthen arm and leg muscles. And it will be available at no extra cost.
And then, my fingers lost traction altogether and I slid down the pole, landing unceremoniously on the crash mat in a flurry of arms and legs. That is, arms and spread legs. Amy looked immediately concerned and asked if I was ok. (Putting your boss in hospital isn’t high on her priority list).
And then Miss Brain pointed out that she wasn’t holding eye contact with me. I followed her gaze down, down, down between my spread legs to the large dark patch between them.
Girls are strange creatures. We check one another out, and even sworn enemies will look out for one another. For example, two girls who loathe one another. One girl might have an unexpected period start and make a mark on her skirt or pants. Even her sworn enemy will point it out to her. The Sisterhood in action.
So, there I sat, ragingly horny, wet, and needing a cum. There Amy stood, a quirky wry smile on her lips because she knew that there I sat, ragingly horny and needing a cum. We both knew exactly what I’d be doing in the locker room.
Amy extended a hand to help me up, but by now, I was already smelling my own arousal. Miss Brain was dancing around painting me pictures of girl cum leaking through costumes….and some of the costumes the girls wear here barely cover their bits! I’ve seen an escaped labia more than once.
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I said nothing other than pointing to the locker room and managing a “Er..I’ll just…”
It’s a strange feeling. Masturbating to orgasm while you know without any doubt that the only other person in the building knows you’re masturbating to orgasm. Miss Brain wondered if Amy had her hand in her shorts right now too? And that tipped me over. Especially when I realised that the moment I got near her when I emerged, I’d know. My super-sharp nose would be able to detect whether she had girl cum around her too.
We sat next to one another sketching out where the strengthening equipment would go, and what we might need. And I could smell it on her. Fresh girl cum. I knew it wasn’t me because I’d showered after my orgasm.
Way to go Amy!
See? Like I said. Sex breeds sex!
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