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A couple on a vaction filled with first discover that some firsts come at last.
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At Last
by juanwildone
Well this was a first.
This had started with one of those conversations that couples
have well some couples. My wife and I were talking about first
sexual experiences. Not the typical "when did you first have sex"
type of firsts, we'd exhausted that vein long ago. This was more
along the lines of what had we done with others that we would
like to do with each other those kinds of firsts.
That one conversation had continued into discussions that finally
resulted in plans. Specifically, vacation plans to enjoy with
each another what had previously been enjoyed with only others.
So here we are in the middle of what had become a vacation filled
with firsts: our first visit to a nude beach, our first walking
around nude at a nude beach. These were all part of the plan.
What was unplanned was our first experience of seeing people
having sex in public, and our first time having sex in a public
place. An event we found incredibly arousing.
This particular first, tonight's first, was sort of a
spur-of-the-moment-we-really-were-just-walking-by-and-it's-our-fi
rst-visit-to-a-strip club first. We were barely inside when they
were announcing an amateurs' only strip contest.
I guess that made it an 'open pole night.'
I mentioned to my wife the potential for more firsts. She thought
I was just teasing; I managed to convince her otherwise. I
persuaded her that we were on vacation, nobody we knew was here
and it would definitely be a first, a first for us both, but
especially a first for her.
My wife gripped my arm. I thought for a moment that she was going
to pull me right out of there. Instead she pulled us to a table
and we sat down. Our drinks came with us and were soon replaced
by fresh ones.
The decibel level in the club increased and the contest began.
We watched as one girl after the other took her turn and her
chances on stage. Neither of us was impressed with the first
girl. She appeared to be rather drunk and seemed to think that
flashing her large naked breasts was good enough.
My wife actually liked the way the second girl danced remarking
that this one was at least aware that dance involved rhythm. I
was aware that the second girl stripped down to nothing; I didn't
tell my wife that.
The third and fourth contestants were rated by us as somewhere
between the first and second girls. I told my wife she had a
better body and better moves then any of the girls so far.
The fifth girl didn't even get down to her bra and panties before
she lost her nerve and left the stage.
That left a long pause in the program while they prepared for the
next dancer. The club girls working the tables and the bars
didn't seem to mind as they took up the slack. My fourth Scotch
had just been delivered when the music stopped. Which was kind of
a relief, as the endlessly pounding dance music had gotten more
then a little tiresome.
I looked around the room and noticed that some guys were getting
lap dances and similar stuff. I would've loved to get my 'first'
but with my wife off to the ladies room I didn't think she'd
appreciate returning to find some naked woman grinding her naked
butt into my lap.
The lights in the room dimmed suddenly and loud catcalls filled
the room as a hundred pairs of eyes re-focused on the stage
curtain. The MC thanked the crowd for their patience and then
announced the next girl my wife had yet to return and my
stomach tightened.
"Our next entry in tonight's amateur hour is a hot little
housewife looking to play while hubby's away. Let's hear it for
Sultry Sexy Sonia..."
Sultry Sexy Sonia? None of the other dancers had fancy names,
another first.
Lush strings filled the speakers. I recognized the song
immediately, At Last by Etta James. The curiosity level in the
room trebled, clearly this was something new.
A bare right leg slowly emerged through the curtains until it was
revealed right up to the hip. A bare right arm followed. They
both slowly disappeared and then a bare left leg and a bare left
arm were revealed and then removed. At the exact moment that Etta
sung the words "At last..." the curtains were thrown aside and
Sonia stepped out onto the stage. The place went wild.
Sonia was wearing an electric blue Lycra dress that looked like
she had been dipped in it. The front of the dress went from
mid-thigh all the way to her neck. The back of the dress, such as
it was, stopped just below the dimples of her lower back. The
material clung to her curves intimately. You could see every bump
and hollow of her body clearly. The knowledge that she was
wearing bra and panties underneath the dress merely enhanced the
effect. I was stunned.
Sonia moved in a way that was completely different then any of
the previous girls. They had all danced frenetically about -
seemingly all too self-conscious of the venue and the audience.
Sonia danced as if she was alone in her room and we were all
voyeurs looking in through a bedroom window. She moved...no, she
oozed around the stage.
She preened as if before a mirror, grabbing the hem of her dress
and alternately holding one side down while lifting the opposite
side up as high as the material would permit. The guys near the
edge of the stage were craning their heads trying to look up her
dress. Up and down the dress went until the stage side crowd
seemed to be frothing at the mouth.
Unfortunately, at least as far as I was concerned, "At Last" is a
fairly short song and as it ended, so did Sultry Sexy Sonia's
dance. With the final note still hanging in the room she was
standing straight legged and bent over at her waist sticking her
butt out towards the crowd. She looked over her shoulder and
winked.
She hadn't removed a stitch of clothing and yet the state of
arousal in the room was palpable. I figured she was done as she
stood facing the crowd and bowed deeply.
Then the music started again, only it wasn't lush strings this
time. A heart stopping bass line caused the noise level in the
room to ratchet upwards.
I think Sultry Sexy Sonia thought she was done too, because she
looked confused for just a moment. She seemed to be thinking
about what she should do next. Whether it was the music, the
cheers (I had yelled, 'Take it off!' as loudly as anyone else),
the alcohol or who knows what Sultry Sexy Sonia began to respond.
Her eyes brightened, her hips began to sway.
Whoa - Sultry Sexy Sonia had decided to strip.
She strutted to the edge of the stage and squatted down with her
back to most of the audience. She looked over her shoulder and
lifted her hair off her neck revealing where the straps were tied
together. Willing hands reached up to untie the bow. As the man
behind her was untying the bow she slowly spread her knees apart
and a small group of men at the far end of the stage cheered
loudly as they obviously got a clear look up her dress. With the
top released she stood and began to peel the material down her
body.
It was clear from the moment she began to strip that she was as
aroused as the crowd. Her nipples looked like they were trying to
escape from their confinement. She peeled her dress down to her
nipples - then she paused and seemed to tug harder and harder.
Sonia was wearing a strapless bra that was nearly transparent.
Her areolas were clearly visible and yet her dress was apparently
caught on her erect nipples. She kept tugging on the dress and
then seemed to give up. She walked to two guys and knelt before
them; whispering into their ears. They nodded vigorously with
each one taking hold of a strap of her dress. Sonia placed a hand
on each of their shoulders and counted off
"one...two...three...pull!" The front of the dress was peeled
down to her hips. She moved her hands to the back of their heads
and pulled their faces into her breasts. Her eyes flew open in
amazement and her head bobbled back and forth.
Sonia rapidly stood and stepped back. Her bra was wet with saliva
and her nipples looked even bigger. There was a brilliant blush
across her chest.
There was a loud clamor from a part of the stage that she hadn't
spent much time with. She walked right to the edge of the stage
and planted her feet with her hands on her hips. A blind man
could have read her lips, "Well?"
A hand reached out and took hold of the hanging material of her
dress and began to pull downward. It unpeeled with an
excruciating slowness. A cheer rang out when the top of her thong
appeared. Howls erupted as the crack of her ass came into view.
The dress cleared the width of her hips and moved more quickly
down until it pooled at her feet. The group in front of her went
berserk; she smiled and nodded her head at them. She stepped out
of the dress and kicked it off the stage.
Sonia turned and walked slowly along the edge of the stage from
one side to the other. The rest of the room went berserk as they
soon saw what the first group had seen. The front of her thong
was as transparent as her bra (visualize something similar to
Saran Wrap).
She might not yet be naked but she was already bare. Not only
could you see the cleft of her swollen cunt lips and a very
prominent clitoral hood; you could see her glistening inner
thighs too. Sultry Sexy Sonia was very very aroused.
Sonia reached her arms overhead and did an exaggerated stretch as
she arched her chest forward. The effect was instantaneous as the
bra rode up with her and the bottom half of her breasts slipped
out almost. Those damn nipples of hers!
When she completed her stretch she looked down and readjusted her
bra into place, only she pulled it down a little too far and her
breasts slipped out of the top almost. Those damn nipples
again!
This tug of war went back and forth until the room was worked up
into a near frenzy. Walking to the edge again she sat down. Sonia
beckoned a man from the tables behind the front row and motioned
for him to properly adjust her bra for her. He reached into the
top of the bra and was clearly in contact with her nipples. She
looked at him with an expression of exasperation. He tugged at
the bra and managed to pull it up and over her nipples. His
hands were slapped away.
Sonia crawled on her hands and knees to a different part of the
stage with her breasts hanging free. She swung her legs into a
seated position and beckoned another man forward. Motioning in a
number of different ways that she wanted him to get her breasts
back into her bra where they belong. He must have pushed and
tucked and tried for a good minute with no apparent success. Her
expression went from hopeful to frustration to downright
suspicious. Sonia sent him back to his seat and moved to another
part of the stage.
Three more men valiantly attempted and yet failed miserably in
getting her breasts back in her bra. Sonia moved and beckoned
again only this time two women stepped up to her. She pointed
out the locations of all the men and shook her head dismissively.
Sonia bent forward and the women immediately began to kiss and
suck her breasts and nipples until her eyes went wide in shock
then rolling upwards in delight.
Sonia's mouth opened wide and her brow wrinkled. The guys near
her started screaming as they looked down past her breasts and
past the two women suckling her. Her face was a mask of pleasured
intensity damn, the women had to be feeling her up. She started
gasping for breath and then she cried out above the tumult. The
place exploded in noise.
Sonia inched back from the edge of the stage. Her bra was now
gone (when had that happened?) and her nipples stuck out like two
red thumbs, her breasts were swollen and mottled with coloration.
She was scuttling backwards on her hands and feet as she edged
away from the crowd at the stage. It was clear just exactly what
had happened. Her thong was pulled to one side and her exposed
cunt was wet and open.
Sitting in the middle of the stage Sonia put her hand on her head
as if in utter disbelief as to what had just happened. Her eyes
were glazed and unfocused. She struggled to her feet while
neglecting to re-position her thong (much to the delight of all
in attendance). She stood wavering on her feet as if not knowing
what to do next.
I watched in utter fascination as her face reflected the inner
conflict she was so obviously experiencing. You could see clearly
how she paused on a thought as she considered it. Then she seemed
to be thinking about something else.
I recalled earlier in the evening when I'd seen the waitresses
giving guys lap dances at their tables. This seemed to be an
ideal opportunity. I gather my courage and shouted out above the
din, "How about a Lap Dance Sonia? You'd be our first!"
Sonia looked in my direction as the crowd took up the chant, "Lap
Dance! Lap Dance!"
When she reached her decision it was first revealed in her eyes,
then her face and finally expressed through her body. She talked
to someone back stage and walked back to the front of the stage.
"First time it is. I need a virgin. Is there a virgin in the
house?"
A cheer went up fron a corner of the room and a surge toward the
stage moved forward from there. A group of servicemen came to the
front, and young man was body surfed up and onto the stage.
He looked pretty drunk.
He looked pretty young.
He was clearly very embarrassed.
Sonia turned him around and moved behind him. She pressed her
breasts into his back as she reached around to unbutton his
shirt. She peeled it slowly off of him revealing a pretty good
physique. She rubbed the front of his trousers outlining the very
erect cock within. The crowd and his buddies went crazy.
A high back chair had been placed in front of the curtain and
Sonia moved the boy to it. She placed his feet in front on the
legs and bent over to tie his ankles to the chair. The resulting
cheer reminded her that she had NOT repositioned her thong. A
collective groan went up as her hand appeared between her legs
and pulled it into place.
Once the boy was secure she quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled
his pants down to his ankles. His tented white boxers raised a
howl of approval. She pushed him back into the chair then climbed
onto him rubbing her breasts into his face. His hands were on the
arms on the chair until she placed one on her ass and moved the
other one between them. She spread her legs apart. Was he
fingering her?
Her back arched and she rubbed her body against his. She slid
back and stood slowly. She turned around and pressed her butt
onto his lap rubbing across his tented skivvies. She paused,
looked over her shoulder and said something to him.
Evidently the back of her thong had a snap, which he released so
that the front of the thong was hanging down like a loincloth.
She walked around behind him and tied his arms to the chair back.
Sonia shifted the chair around so that the back faced the room.
Grabbing the top of the chair back she pulled the chair down to
the floor. The kid was in a seated position on his back like some
kind of misplaced astronaut.
She stood over him so that he was looking right up at her cunt.
Squatting down onto his face the material of her thong obstructed
the view of what was going on. The expression on her face was
unmistakable; though I'd never seen it before. He was eating her
out.
She was the most desirable woman I've ever seen. Even though my
own arousal was tinted with jealousy I was enthralled by the
performance before me.
Sonia cried out again as her whole body trembled and shook. She
slumped forward and crawled off of his face. Responding to her
request a stagehand came out and lifted the chair upright.
Between her crawling forward and the chair being lifted the kid
looked up into space, his face was wet with her orgasm.
She moved in front of him and cleaned his face. She kissed his
cheek softly and whispered in his ear he nodded. She looked at
him closely and asked him again, the word "virgin" was plain
enough to see. Again he nodded.
She looked in my direction. I knew that she couldn't possibly see
me through the stage lights; yet she was looking right at me. We
had talked about this, we had joked about this, I had teased her
repeatedly about this; about never having been a guy's first
experience of sex. She was going to do it. It was speak now or
forever accept what was about to happen.
My own voice caught in my throat. That wasn't the case with the
rest of the room.
She climbed onto his lap straddling his legs. She reached between
their bodies. She faced him eye to eye and lowered her hips down.
Heads were craning and moving throughout the room to try and see
just exactly was happening. Her face reflected her experience.
His groan expressed his.
The room became strangely quiet. In the silence, faintly at first
then growing louder.
Slurp.
Slurp.
Slurp.
She was fucking him son of a bitch she was actually fucking
the kid! She had to be, you couldn't fake that! Could you?
The sounds grew louder and closer together. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
Her higher pitched whine "huh...huh...huh", was soon joined
with his lower pitch grunt.
In a room filled with people it was absolutely quiet save for the
"slurp", "huh" and "ungh" of their fucking.
His grunts grew louder and closer together and then he came
with a roar, there wasn't any doubt.
For a moment for a very brief moment it was completely and
utterly quiet.
And then it was total pandemonium yells, screams, whistles,
clapping it was off the scale.
My eyes were riveted on the stage.
I saw Sonia lift her hips from his and then she melted down
between his legs her head was in his lap was she cleaning him?
She untied his bonds and knelt at his feet, her head resting on
his knees.
The kid no the man, freshly made, stood up and pulled Sultry
Sexy Sonia to her feet. He touched her face with a shy gentleness
and he kissed her on each cheek.
When he turned the grin plastered across his face said it all; a
tremendous cheer rang out. He shuffled to the edge of the stage
and jumped off into the waiting throng. A number of girls joined
his group and it seemed very likely that his night was just
beginning.
I turned back to the stage and she was gone Sultry Sexy Sonia
was nowhere to be seen. My heart was pounding in curiosity,
arousal and disbelief.
I felt two hands pull me towards the door; my wife was ready to
go. For that matter so was I.
During the infinitely long time it took to walk back to our hotel
we were silent at first. It wasn't until we turned the corner
that I was able to speak; although I didn't say much.
"You are one amazing woman." I paused. "I mean that I really
do."
I could tell that wasn't what she wanted to hear but I didn't
know if I could say what she needed to hear - what she needed me
to say. So I kissed her. I stopped her, turned her to me and I
kissed her. And I realized that she had never kissed the kid on
the lips! I don't know if I was fooling myself or what, but that
made all the difference in the world.
"I love you Sonia. I love you with all my heart. You were so
brave up there, weren't you afraid?"
"I was so scared. I couldn't seem to stop. I was listening for
you to tell me to, I really was. You have to believe me. I
never..."
"I didn't want you to stop. I'm glad you didn't stop. I..."
My beautiful sexy sultry wife silenced me with a kiss. We walked
in that silence back to our hotel.
Safely in our room my wife pleaded exhaustion; I agreed with her
that we'd had a very full day. She had every right to be
exhausted. I was still very aroused.
Arousal triumphed over exhaustion that night three times it
triumphed.
Another first.
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