Odd Nights Out

It’s funny how things work sometimes.  Two weeks ago I published Maybe honesty isn’t the best policy, griping about my difficulties finding a playmate here in San Antonio.  Around 9pm that night, I logged into AFF to find a message from a woman that I had already exchanged a few messages with, this time she gave me her number.  We spent some time on the phone and decided that we wanted to meet.  Due to some personal circumstances, she invited me to come over to her home, that night.  Sure, why not!

In retrospect, there are several reasons why I shouldn’t have.

I’m not terribly picky about body types, I’ve enjoyed a number of lovers with a variety of shapes and sizes.  But I don’t appreciate when people use older, very flattering pictures that aren’t representative of how they presently look.  I knew that she wasn’t petite by any means, but she was pretty and looked good, at least in pictures.  In person? Not so much, easily 40+ lbs overweight, which isn’t a deal-breaker by itself, it was more her overall appearance, she just didn’t look like she took good care of herself.

Okay, maybe I can deal with that.  But then I look around the house.  Frankly, the place is a dump.  Crap is piled up everywhere, almost like it’s out of an episode of hoarders.  And it’s dirty- old food on a plate, numerous soda cans laying around, you get the idea.  Frankly, I’d be mortified 1) if my home ever looked that bad and 2) if someone else saw it in that condition.

As if that wasn’t enough, not only is she a smoker (which she didn’t mention on her AFF profile), but there’s an ashtray practically overflowing with ashes and cigarette butts on an end-table.  Gross.  She shows me around the place, including the bedroom, which is no better.

I stayed around for a bit and made small talk with her.  After a little while she said “so, would you like to go to the bedroom?”  I politely declined, blaming it on the late hour, and got the hell out of there.

This night completely dampened my enthusiasm for finding a playmate here, I’ve stopped contacting anyone on AFF.  I should just delete that account, it’s been nothing but a waste of time and money….

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A week of so ago, I went to my favorite local strip club for a drink or two and to appreciate some of the lovely ladies.  A woman sat down with me and we struck up a conversation.  I got a couple of lap dances from her and there was a LOT of contact between us, even more than what this place typically allows.  We return to my table and she makes passing mention to finding some fun for after work and I ask about what she means.  Her reply implies that she’s open to meeting someone outside the club.

Is anyone surprised that this catches my interest?

But what turns me off to the idea is when she says something along the lines of “$400 for 2 hrs, all inclusive”

I’ve got nothing against prostitution, those who pay for sex or those who offer their bodies in exchange for money.  But I prefer that a woman fucks me because she wants to, not because of what I have in my wallet for her.  I don’t decline, but I do tell her that I have to get up really early the next day and perhaps some other time (this is the night before I flew to NY to surprise the family for DB’s birthday party).  We exchange phone numbers and I leave the club a short while later.

Fast forward to this past Saturday night.  I finished that damn paper that was consuming so much of my time last week and decided to relax and enjoy myself, so I returned to the strip club.  My dancer friend was working and came over to join me when she noticed I was there.  I have to give her some credit, she probably meets a lot of people, but she immediately remembered to ask about my trip to NY, was my family surprised, did my son have a good birthday, etc.

Since she was so much fun the last time she danced for me, it should be no surprise that I got a few more dances from her.

And then something that never happened to me before happened.  Keep in mind that this is a topless club, no bare pussies here, and the dance area, while off to the side, isn’t exactly what you would call private.

She straddles the chair, her knees are the arms of the chair and she puts her pussy pretty much right in my face.  She pulls her thong aside and shows me her pussy!

“Well, do something, lick it, would you?”

She wants me to eat her pussy right there!  Now I’m an adventurous guy and I enjoy eating pussy as much as anyone, but this setting is a bit much for me so I decline, but that doesn’t stop me from moving a hand between her legs and sliding a finger between her generous labia and into her pussy.  She moves down off the chair and I keep finger-fucking her, adding a second finger to her now very wet pussy.  The song ends and she says “keep going, I’m not charging you now, I need you to keep doing that until I come!”

To top it off, once I made her come, she got on her knees in front of me and reached for my zipper.  By now another dancer was nearby dancing for someone and while I liked the idea of a blowjob in the back of the club, I just couldn’t do it, so I told her no.

We spent 5 songs in the lap dance area, normally it’s $20 a song.  I paid for 2 songs, finger fucked her to orgasm, and declined giving and receiving oral sex from a hot stripper.

Wow.

Afterward she went to the dressing room and I returned to my table.  After a little while I decided it was time to go, but I hadn’t seen her again to say goodnight (I am polite, you know!).  I got outside and sent her a text “Thx XXXXX that was fun. I had to go. Until next time…. *Hubman*“  I got a reply about an hour later “You’re welcome” and another one much later during the night “:-)”

I wonder if I could fuck her without paying for it?

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