The Dandy

Last night was memorable. What was intended as a dinner became a drinking session and subsequently led to my my virgin visit to a stripclub.

We were the only customers in the club. So within a few minutes, strippers flocked to our table. The rules were explained to us – no kissing on the lips and no touching of the parts between the waist and the knees. After some small talks and a round of drinks to break the ice with the strippers, we were led to another area enclosed by curtains.

And there it started.

Private area, dim lights, naked girls, lap dances, boobies shaking and… a group of intoxicated friends.

I had an instant feel of what an orgy would be like. There was the aggressive guy who couldn’t get his hands off the stripper. There was the shy banker who was trying to carry a proper conversation while the stripper was gyrating against him. And there was another guy who was trying to his best to get out of room. The girls, on the other hand, were much less reserved and were starting to hug the strippers and dance with them. Everyone had their own agenda with the strippers. For me, I wanted to experience the feeling of touching a woman.

It was my first time. And I behaved like a 13-year-old teenager boy who first saw a naked girl in front of him. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I didn’t know where to look. And I didn’t know how to really enjoy her dance. I had only one thought in my mind – I don’t want to look like an amateur and had my friends laughed at me later.

So I began. I slided my hands down her back to feel the softness of her skin. Probably it’s the air-conditioning in the room. Probably it’s simply different body texture. But it felt kind of synthetic. She looked deeply into my eyes, firmly spread my legs apart and started to fondle me. She slided her hands under my shirt and bra to grab my breast and then gave me a cheeky look. I’m not sure if she felt anything because having her pair of D-cup breasts dangling in front of me, I felt flat-chested immediately. Where did my breasts go???

I didn’t have the guts to grab her breasts as I would have love to. I gave them a quick squeeze, before turning my head to laugh at my friends, or to cheer for the strippers to go 2 on 1 on each guy. She noticed I was embarrassed and told me to relax. Apparently, she wasn’t going to let me off that easy. She continued to dangle her bits in front of me and it was then when I caught sight of her cleanly shaven pussy. Ooooo… I was so tempted to touch! But I wasn’t sure if it was the silly rule of no touching between waist and knees, or if it was simply me feeling shy, I did no further actions. I simply sat there and letting her perform her dance for me.

“10 more minutes…’ A man came in to remind us. For that price we were paying, I thought the time ticked particularly fast. Damn.

We quickly exchanged strippers in order to get our money worth. Another short round of sexual teasing started. Laughters exchanged, cheers began and more drinks followed. That marked the start of a long night as we headed off to another club to dance and drink our night away.

It was a night worth remembering and I realise…

Oh man, I really want to make out with a girl!