Strip Bar Handy

When I was 19 or 20, I overheard some guys I knew talking about a girl we’d gone to high school with who was now working as a stripper at an old, dumpy bar on the outskirts of downtown Vancouver. This piqued my interest as the woman (Frances) had taken my virginity at a memorable New Year’s Eve party a couple of years earlier and she’d had a very nice body back then - really big boobs and ass and a thick bush. I’d lost touch with her and decided I should renew acquaintances.

Not long after, I dropped by the bar one early afternoon on a day off work (for the life of me I can’t remember the name of the place, but it was a true dump kind of on the outskirts of downtown Vancouver near where the crime-infested Downtown East Side began). I lucked out in that Frances had a shift so my trip had not been in vain. The place was very dark inside except for the stage where the strippers and DJ worked and at that time of day, there weren’t a lot of horndogs in attendance. I started out nursing a beer off to one end of the stage watching a very slim young woman who had a really athletic body. She was actually a very good dancer and her rock-hard nipples and somewhat trimmed pubic hair were turning me on. My cock hardened and I started to squeeze it and my balls through my jeans.

The next woman in the rotation took the stage after a break and put on an uninspired show. She was older (God, she must have been pushing her late 20s!), but even then I had a bit of a thing for older, thicker women and my horniness grew. Towards the end of her routine, I saw Frances stick her head out from the dressing room area and she saw me and waved. She came over to my table, asked how things were going with me, and told me that she was off after her next show and that she’d sit with me after she was finished.

After she returned to the dressing rooms and the between-set break was over, Frances mounted the stage and did her thing, kind of spending an inordinate amount of time near my table. She danced the first song clothed, and removed her top through the beginnings of the second one. Her big tits shimmied as she moved and were a little saggier than when we’d had that extended fuck session a few years ago. I was working my cock and balls quite feverishly through my jeans and Frances knew it. As she took off her panties and bared her dense, dark bush to the viewers in the third song, she made a subtle jerk off motion to me. I fished out my throbbing cock and discreetly and slowly stroked myself as I stared at her meaty body and bush. For some reason it excited me that I was almost certainly the only man in the house who’d ever laid cock in Frances. I was edging throughout her final dance, saving my cum for I knew not what.

After Frances left the stage, I stopped jacking but left my almost painfully erect, precum-dripping cock out. Frances came out after a bit, and after stopping to talk to the bartender and bouncer, came over to my table with a couple of drinks. She was wearing a slightly see-through long robe and gave me what would have looked like an innocent kiss while managing to push the tip of her tongue between my lips. She reached down below the table and gave my cock a little squeeze as she asked if I’d liked her show.

The slim woman who I’d first seen got up on the stage and started dancing. I resumed my slow jackoff as she revealed her sweet little titties. Frances asked me if I preferred the dancer’s small breasts or her own much larger ones. I told her I liked hers better and that was apparently the right answer. Frances pushed my hand away from my meat and took it in her fist and worked it over good with a slow, easy stroke. I was in heaven, my gaze alternating between the dancer’s now-bared pussy and Frances’ superb tits, tantalizingly in view through her robe. I took as much as I could and whisper-moaned to Frances that I was going to cum.

In the semi-darkness, she jacked me more quickly, my cock slick with precum, and directed my pulsating cumshot over her thigh and onto the robe covering her belly. I shot a multi-rope load to be proud of and it took Frances a fair bit of time to wipe it up and clean my cock with the hem of her robe. As I came down, she went back to the dressing room and came out a few minutes later in her regular clothes. We drank a bit more before I stumbled out into the late-afternoon light and went home for an extended jackoff session that lasted well into the night. 

Frances soon got fired from that particular bar -  fraternizing with the customers like that was totally illegal and somewhat frowned upon - but she soon got another gig. We had a mutually convenient, casual on-and-off relationship over the next several years before I left Vancouver and she got married to some not-so-picky guy.