I was surprised to hear the bouncer’s booming voice, “You’ve been warned once already. You can’t touch April’s ****! That’s it, “ as he grabbed the guy by the arm and removed him from the club. I didn’t have a lot of gentlemen’s club experience prior to that night. I looked at my friend and giggled. She shrugged and made a face as it to convey her surprise, too. I think we both thought a stripbar would be a no-holds-barred kind of atmosphere. But this guy was getting tossed out for just touching the one ******** on her ***. A *** she was shoving in his face I might add! Sharon and I were sitting close together, my hand was in between her crossed thighs, hers was across my lap pulling me into her closer.
April saw us giggling and leaned over the table. She grinned at us. “Odd, isn’t it. The rules.” We nodded, and I could feel her eyes running over both of us, looking at our hands and our smiles. She nodded. back. “We don’t get a lot of lady customers in this place.”
Sharon was a little embarrassed, but I wasn’t. “You’ve gotten us pretty turned on,” I smiled. “All of you, beautiful women dancing and stripping. But I was hoping to see more of a show if you know what I mean.” I could feel Sharon’s face as she settled her head down on my shoulder, nuzzling into me.
April looked like she’d been there and back. She gestured toward the clock. “We’re closed in a couple of minutes. That’s when the fun really begins.”
“Do you want to stay?” Sharon whispered in my ear.
“I want to get my fingers into your hot little *****. I don’t know if I can wait.” I kissed her on the cheek, pushing both hands down between her legs.
Sharon turned her head to see the door was being locked, and that the one bartender was sitting down as if it were time for him to enjoy himself. “Let’s stay a little while and see what happens.”
April extended her hands towards us from the front of the stage. “Come up here, girls. Come on.”
Eagerly we took April’s hands and got up onto the stage. We stood facing each other, looking around and giggling. April was standing behind me, I could feel her warm hands on the small of my back.
“Ah, it’s the two that can’t keep their paws off each other.” This one very pretty ******** with long straight black hair and a black leather bikini and black high heeled boots walked up behind Sharon.
April answered her, “Yes, Tara, now let’s see if we can get them to show us what they were hoping to see.” She nudged me forward into Sharon.
I could feel their eyes on me, and I could see Sharon licking her lips. I didn’t have to hear that twice. I planted both my hands firmly on her big beautiful **** and said, “The guy that got tossed for trying to touch your boob. I wanted to see some of that. And maybe something like this.”
I pulled Sharon’s shirt up. She let it fly off over her head and pulled at her bra until it popped off too. As I put my face in between those fabulous ****, she put her hands on the outside of them and pushed them in. My mouth and nose were just filled with her pressing cleavage, I turned my face downward to further take them in to all my senses.
“Yeah, I want to see some of that too,” Tara said, “What else?”
Sometimes Sharon’s breast meat is just so hypnotizing and delicious that I forget anything else is going on around us. I could have my face in those **** for hours.
Sharon’s hands were busily pulling at my jeans until she got them undone and pushed down over my hips. I took myself out of her bulbous **** and finished pushing my clothes down to the floor. We finished pulling clothing off. Sharon stepped out of her jeans staring into my eyes. I knew what she was thinking before she said anything.
“Well there’s this thing we do.” She kissed me before I had a chance to say anything, As she withdrew her lips from mine she pushed her finger into my mouth. I don’t really know what I was thinking! I was just so worked up and into the moment, I stopped worrying, and I dug my heels in. I put my finger forward, over her lips and into her mouth.
“Wow.” The bartender who’d been watching, sitting beside the other two strippers in front of the bar, said, “That’s really sexy.”
Sharon and I stood close to each other, our bare boobs brushing against each other, my pointer finger in her mouth, and hers in mine. We sucked and sucked, staring into each other, slobbering, wetting out fingers for each other.
And then Sharon nodded, as if to say out fingers were wet enough. Quickly we pulled our fingers from each other’s mouths, separated our legs a little, and moved our hands simultaneously into each others crotches. We each inserted the wet finger fast. Hard. The whole move takes less than 3 seconds from mouth to cunthole. And it’s the quickness, and the fast finger intrusion that makes both of us “pop” and moan out loud.
We’ve been doing this little move together for a long time, but we’d never done it in front of anyone before. To hear April, Tara, and the 3 others at the bar all squeal and clap. It made an already hot and intense feeling all the more ramped up. It wasn’t long before we were well into the next part of our little signature move.
We each began to hump.
Standing, legs only slightly spread, breasts touching, and each of us with our right hand in the other’s crotch, with one wetted finger stuck up inside of each other’s *****, we began to pump, We each bang inward at the same time, in rhythm. with each forward thrust, our pelvic bone hits the other’s hand, knocking each other’s finger deeper in.
Our forward pelvic bump knocks our **** a bit too. As they crashed together they rippled upward, bouncing and smashing into each other. As cool as it looks, it feels even better. We continued our forward hump into each other, ******* each other, ******* ourselves, with our fingers, and forcing the palms of our hands flat against each other’s clits.
I could feel April pressing up against my backside, and I could see Tara doing the same behind Sharon after kicking her leather bikini bottoms off. It looked like they were stretching their arms out towards each other, a finger into each other’s mouths and then withdrawing.
I shuddered at the same time Sharon did. Quickly I realized April’s wet finger was inserted into my *** and she was humping behind me, banging her finger into my *** with her pelvic thrusts, over and over, in the same rhythm as Sharon and I. Sharon’s eyes rolled back and closed, and I knew Tara’s finger must have felt as good as Sharon’s breaking through that puckered *** and then banging her ***.
The four of us were moaning in unison, “Uhh, Ahhhh. UHHH….” ******* forward, bumping our own fingers and hands into the woman in front of us. Sharon’s knees buckled. She was the first to ***. The pressure in my *** was oddly erotic, and I followed Sharon’s lead within seconds. I could see Tara helping to hold Sharon upright, and I could feel April behind me doing the same. The four of us carefully dropped to the floor sighing and smiling.
“THAT was better than ANY show I’ve ever done!” April rubbed her hand up and down my back. The bartender and the other two strippers quickly agreed. Sharon sat back in between Tara’s bare legs. And I exhaled knowing I’d be talking about this experience for a long, long time.