Cheer Up, Watch This Striptease

by trybiman

Striptease to cheer up a buddy proves to be liberating.

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"Wait a minute. You do what now?"

I couldn't believe I had said it either. Fortunately, I didn't sense any judgment in Chris's outburst.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm pretty sure you heard what I said man."

"Humor me. Pretend that I didn't."

"Well, alright. The cat's out of the bag anyway I guess, but I'm only giving you the short version." I took a deep breath, hoping to calm myself a bit, before continuing.

"Sometimes when I'm chillin at home I like to mess around like I'm a stripper. I get dressed up, put on some music, pretend someone is in the empty chair, and do a striptease. Occasionally, I'll go all out with a lap dance if I feel up to it.

"You hear me that time? Because that's all you get."

"Oh, I heard you the first time." He chuckled a bit, "I just wanted to see if you'd actually say it again."

"Very funny, a-hole", but I laughed a little too.

"You go male thongs or panties? All shaved? Other clothes on top? If it's panties, do you do makeup and stuff too?"

"Holy crap man! You sure you don't have more questions?"

"Enquiring minds want to know. Let's hear it!"

"Alright, short answers...panties, smooth from the neck down, which feels great by the way, clothing depends on the day, sometimes I skip it and sometimes not, no makeup or anything like that. I'm not trying to look like a girl or anything. I just like the other stuff. It's a bit of a clumsy mess I guess, and I'm sure I'd get shit for tips."

"Aw come on, I'm sure you'd get at least twenty, thirty, maybe even fifty...pesos"

"LOL! You're probably right. I'm selling myself way too short."

That was about the end of it for that night. I had mostly forgotten about the conversation when the topic surprisingly came up again.

I had just won a big hand that brought a big pile of chips my way, cleaning out a couple of the guys in the process, Chris being one of them. He just relaxed back in his seat to watch but Ryan got up and got ready to go, along with his buddy who had been waiting for him to finish up. We were down to just two of us and it didn't take long until I was able to chip away and take the final pot.

Chris was still sitting at the table as I finished putting the last of the beer bottles in the kitchen. I could tell he was a little down after losing. "Sorry about that man. I'm sure that stung a bit. At least you didn't buy back in twice like Ryan's buddy did."

"I know. I can't believe he did that. Anyone watching would assume that he had no chance of coming out on top. At least I'm smart enough to limit my losses."

I tossed him a bottled water. "Too true. But seriously, sorry that didn't go well for you. You got so close there."

"Yea, it would've been nice to come out ahead tonight."

"We've all been there. Well, except for Ryan. He never seems to care when he loses. Don't feel too bad about it."

"I know what would help." I could almost see the lightbulb light up above his head when he came up with a 'great' idea. "I think you should do a striptease. Seeing what you called a clumsy mess would probably cheer me up."

I responded before I really had a chance to think. I was feeling bad enough for him that I think part of my brain must have gone haywire. "Fine, but no laughing out loud. That could break me."

He was perking up a little already, "Alright, you said you'd do it. No backing out now!"

I turned to head toward the bedroom to get ready. Damnit, what the hell was I thinking when I said yes.

I was halfway down the hall when he called out again, "And don't think you're going to get away with some half-ass outfit or dance!"

And with that, there went any chance of making it a quicker, less painful experience. All that remained was to figure out how I was going to dress for this show. I was standing in my room with the closet door open, trying to decide, when I finally just said to myself, "Fuck it. I'm doing this so I might as well go all in."

After making that decision I went about putting together what I was going to wear. Fortunately, I had already shaved in the morning, so I wasn't going to have to waste any time on that step. All that remained was to get dressed and get some music queued up.

I slipped on a couple layers, connected my bluetooth speaker and headed back out. I had the music going when I walked into the room where Chris was sitting in one of the kitchen chairs facing me. He had finally changed from his work clothes into a t-shirt and pair of shorts. Why he hadn't changed before the poker game was beyond me.

He had to have been curious how I was going to look while he was out there waiting, and he seemed to be anxious to see how things were going to go. I couldn't tell if he was just waiting for the chance to laugh or if he was really interested in the upcoming show.

Regardless, I decided that the best way to get this over with was to get started. I started with some casual dancing as I tried to get my head wrapped around what I was doing. Usually, I was a little worked up when I started dancing and I was definitely not used to having an audience. I did my best to block that fact out and just went for it, slowly getting a little more suggestive as the seconds went by.

It wasn't too long until I had all but forgotten that it was Chris sitting just a few feet away. I had successfully let myself get taken up and was really immersing myself in the moment. I turned my back to the chair and bent forward to grab my ankles, legs straight and feet shoulder width apart. The tiny, pleated skirt that was barely covering the top half of my ass combined with the new stilettos to make my ass pop.

Chris was getting more of an eye full than I ever imagined I would share with anyone, let alone with one of my best friends. The thoughts in the back of my mind were all over the place. I just pushed the negative ones to the side and let the wild ones run free. Sure, maybe this was crazy, but I wasn't even close to being done yet. I stood back up and turned back to face the chair once again, then danced my way closer until my feet came to a stop between his.

Once there I continued to twist and turn, to gyrate, and soak up the attention. Worries that Chris was only planning to laugh had long passed. He was now just sitting with complete focus on the show. I turned to the side and then reached behind to unzip the back of the skirt, loosening it enough so I could let it fall past my round cheeks.

When it fell, the view from the side must have been a confusing one. To one side there was a smooth bubbly ass sticking out for him to see, while on the other there was a bulge protruding, barely contained, and not very well obstructed by the mesh and lace of the sexy thong. Chris didn't seem to be bothered by the juxtaposition. He was enthralled by the seeming opposing views in front of him.

I didn't linger long in that position though. Once again, I turned away, this time to bend down to remove the skirt the rest of the way. I took turns lifting each foot from within the circle of fabric, all the while giving Chris an unobstructed view of my naked ass, split by the thin fabric, my smooth legs that were hugged in matching thigh highs, and if you looked further, you could see the bulge still protruding underneath.

I remained bent over, ass pushed back and up, and went back to swaying and gyrating, now confident that I was putting on much better than just a mess of a show. Chris hadn't really moved or said anything to confirm, but I honestly felt like I was putting on a show that was easily worth what the regular price of admission would be.

Fully into the mood, I started to pump up and down, my smooth bubble butt gyrating up and down between Chris' legs, slipping closer to where he sat until I was hovering inches from his lap.

After a while I was getting a little antsy staying in the same place, so I stepped forward before turning back around, all the while still swaying and thrusting my hips. Once I was fully facing him again, I reached out and pushed his legs together, then inched forward until I was straddling his legs. I put my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up while I resumed the show. I was hovering dangerously close to his crotch as I worked my hips, coming oh so close to grinding on his lap.

From what I could see, it looked like Chris's former gloom was a distant memory. I wasn't done with my part yet though. I had finally gotten comfortable, and I had another position or two that I had seen but had yet to try out.

I worked my way back from his lap so I could dance freely again. Arms above my head I swirled and gyrated my hips provocatively and eventually turned until I was facing away from him. I continued there for a short while, alternating between arching back and bending forward, pushing my ass back toward him, then turned to dance up to his left side.

I slowly lifted my right foot and turned to place it on his thigh, giving him a good side view. I didn't waste time in that position. Almost immediately I started to turn, resting my hands on both of his knees as I lifted my foot high and stretched it further across him. I gave him a clear view of the cleft between my cheeks as I simultaneously spread my leg wide in front of him and pushed back.

With the extra height from the heels, my cheeks, split wide before him, were just inches above his chest and on extremely up-close display. I kept that position, gyrating in front of him, but I couldn't hold it for long before I had to lower down until I was once again straddling his lap, this time facing away.

Calling it a dance seemed a bit of a stretch at this point, but I continued. My weight was resting on my hands on his knees. That position gave me more freedom to work my hips in whatever direction they took me. Chris could still easily follow the narrow fabric of the thong down between my legs just to where it started to strain to contain the contents in front, but it no longer disappeared between my cheeks. I was too far spread for there to be any secrets back there anymore.

I pumped and swayed, the insides of my thighs repeatedly rubbing against the outside of his, but I managed to keep from dipping too low in the middle. I was barely able to see between my legs to see just how close I was to making contact without going to low. At times I would thrust up and down, approaching his crotch before once again pumping my ass back up toward his watching his gaze. Other times I would use my grip just above his knees to pull myself forward and then push myself back, giving him a view of his own crotch appearing before disappearing between my legs, just barely underneath me.

While looking down it finally clicked that my view was being partially obstructed by the front of the short tank hanging down slightly. Apart from that, it was also the final piece of the outer layer. The final matching piece to the thigh highs and thong was underneath as well, the lacy bralette that I was wearing for the first time. After coming this far I wasn't about to go without showing off my first ever bra. The tank definitely had to go.

I raised back up as best as I could, given where my feet were positioned, and crossed my arms to pull the tank up and over my head. It was an awkward position, to say the least, so I came to a quick decision. I wasn't going to be able to balance while I finished removing the last of my outer layer.

Resigned to my fate I broke the silence for the first time since the show had begun, "Sorry, this is a little awkward."

"Not at all."

And, with that, I leaned partially back forward and lowered until I was straddled across the uppermost part of Chris's thighs. I was fortunate enough to have landed where I was high enough to not be in contact with the skin below the hem of his shorts, yet barely low enough to avoid contact with his groin. That is, until I had to sit back and arch to get the tank over my head.

As my weight shifted and my hips rotated back, suddenly I realized I wasn't so lucky after-all. I had just delayed the inevitable. Fortunately, the top hid the sound as I gasped when felt his bulge pressing against me from behind, the topmost part of it pressing deep between my cheeks. I was frozen in place with my arms still above my head. I couldn't put my hands back where they were to take my weight, and I still had to finish with the top that was still enveloping my face and head.

Resigned to my fate, I just sat back while I finished that phase of disrobing. I was intent on not letting that not so little surprise interrupt the show, so I resolved to carry on. In the interest of both changing things up, and getting up off Chris's lap, I pushed up just enough to break the contact and then leaned my upper back against his chest. That way I could move freely again in the air above his waist.

With my mind once again free to wander I came to a realization, and I decided to try something, something that had been done to me during a lap dance as well. I slid down enough so that I came back into contact with the mound below me, but not enough to where I was stuck in place.

Once there, I resumed my gyrating, but at that point I was lightly grinding right on Chris's lap. I was able to confirm my suspicion. He was not fully soft beneath me anymore. Something had stirred at some point since the striptease ended and the lap dance really began.

After teasing like that for a little while longer I extracted myself from his lap and then turned back to him.

I pushed his legs apart a bit so I could slide over one of them. I was swirling my hips and thrusting up and down his leg. This was another part of the lap dances that I had in the past. I always loved feeling the girls dragging up and down my leg, so I thought I'd mimic the action.

While pumping and dancing I looked at him, "You know, it would probably be less awkward for me if I weren't the only one here in just my underwear. Just a thought."

"Well, I suppose I could ditch the shirt and shorts if you think it would help. I'd feel a little more comfortable if you turned around while I lose the layers. After-all, I'm not the stripper tonight."

"Alright. That's fair. I guess it's the least I could do."

I turned around and casually moved, sometimes my whole body and other times just the hips. I could hear him moving behind me, but I resisted the urge to look to see what he was doing.

Finally, the rustling stopped, "Okay, carry on." Short and to the point as usual.

That was the queue that I was waiting for. I didn't turn to face him though. I decided to keep the mystery, so I just started to inch my way backward without a glance back, unaware even of how he was sitting. It became clear as I got closer. I paused momentarily when felt the inside of his thighs against the outside of mine, figuring out how best to proceed.

With my legs parted slightly for balance I continued backward, the pressure pushing his legs further apart as I went, finally stopping when I was nestled in high up between his upper thighs. I settled in and started really dancing again, intent on making this the best lapdance that he had experienced. I wasn't the best dancer in the world, but I think I can really get my point across in the right situations, and this was one of those situations.

I was really working, pumping my hips and thrusting my ass up and down just in front of his lap. Up until now, Chris had been mostly subdued but that finally changed, "There you go."

I took the encouragement and continued with enthusiasm. I was really focused on putting on a good show. I continued to move my hips with the music, pumping, swirling, gyrating. All the while, I could feel the inside of his thighs rubbing against the outside of mine.

Without really thinking about it I decided to return to the position I was in on his lap a little bit before the short break. I pushed my hips back a little further and started to lower back down to continue the literal lap part of the lap dance. I was surprised when I made first contact. It was a little sooner than I had expected to feel anything.

I paused in place, a little shocked when, after a brief moment, I figured out why. I realized that it was the tip of his semi-hard rod touching the middle of my cheeks, rather than a bulge contained in the boxer briefs that I had always seen him wearing in the locker room.

I could hear the note of concern in his voice, "Oh, sorry about that man. Totally forgot I had gone commando today."

Hearing his words unfroze me. I realized that I wasn't really bothered so I continued what I was doing. "No worries, I still have a layer."

I think we both knew that was a pretty weak justification. What I had on was maybe half a layer at best, if you were being overly generous. Neither of us was going to voice that though. That settled, I carried on with the dance.

I continued my descent. As I lowered to where I had been gyrating before I felt the fleshy tip first push between my exposed cheeks and then slide up my crack until my cheeks touched down against his balls. Again, a shock went through my head, but it didn't prevent me from carrying on, lifting back up, and sliding back down.

Chris seemed to be more than okay with the newest twist as I could tell that his cock was no longer just half awake. His flesh had thickened, and it felt fully hard as I slid up and down with it in my crack and squeezed it between my cheeks. I continued to pump up and down and even clenched my cheeks tightly on him, thrilled at the reaction that my motions were getting. I didn't want things to get stale though. A good performer never sticks to the same thing for too long.

I wasn't ready to totally change positions yet, but a little adjustment was needed. I lifted off his lap then l quickly shifted both of our legs around until I was straddling him again. I pumped up and down in front of him, but I didn't make contact in the same way as before. Instead, I lifted as high as I could and then slipped back until my smooth, round ass came to rest against him, barely above the now moist tip of his manhood.

I slid down, careful to keep his protrusion in front of me as I went. With it pointing forward just enough, my descent succeeded in pushing it down underneath me, until it poked out in front of my still contained, but straining bulge. The dance had us both on the edge, but I was nowhere near stopping.

In case I needed further confirmation that he was okay with where things had gone, I felt his hands softly come to rest on my hips shortly after this new phase started. He kept them there while I worked it on his lap, not doing anything with them, but also not taking them away. That was all the encouragement that I needed to keep things going.

I kept my eyes directed down between my legs, watching as the tip of his swollen cock disappeared underneath before poking out again, my panty-covered balls dragging back and forth across its length. There were conflicting thoughts constantly going through my head, "What the fuck am I doing right now?" followed by "I suppose I really don't care, and it definitely seems like Chris doesn't either."

The only question was where to take things next, and further back in my mind, how far to take things. After gyrating on him in sitting reverse cowgirl style for a while I decided another change in positions was in order. I stood and quickly turned, returning to the same place but face to face with Chris instead.

His swollen member was standing tall so when I first assumed my position on his lap again it was trapped between us. I let it be for the time being, choosing to dry hump him from underneath, completely unaware that the music had stopped at some point.

Things had gone well beyond a dance and had proceeded fully into teasing territory. I was blatantly grinding my panty-clad cock and balls up and down

his hard cock and neither of us were showing any signs of discomfort with the situation. I knew where I wanted to get positioned next, but I wasn't entirely sure how to smoothly get there, but I had to try.

I put my hands on both of his shoulders for balance and a little leverage, then dragged my way up his rod, standing as tall as I could until I there was air between the base of my balls and his tip. I pressed my hips against his body and slowly started to lower, hoping that I could get between his steely rod and his stomach, then push him underneath me and between my legs without having to position him with my hand.

Even with how far things had gone, I was still convinced that intentionally making contact with his bare penis with my hand was going too far. I don't know who I was kidding but that was where my mind was in the moment. As I slid back down, his turgid rod slid not only between my legs, but also between my cheeks.

Back on his lap, I was able to relax into a more comfortable position, but I kept my hands on his shoulders, eventually sliding them together behind his neck. Settled in, I started to grind on him again, riding him in a normal sitting cowgirl position. As I gyrated, his cock would appear beneath me before driving back to slide between my cheeks again.

I could tell he was enjoying himself by the look on his face. He was alternating between having his mouth open and his eyes closed to looking back at me with a look of pleasure mixed with a little shock. What was missing was any hint of embarrassment or shame, so I continued to hump.

While he sat with his head tilted back and his eyes closed, I shifted slightly forward to rest my forearms on his shoulders with my hands loose behind his head, bringing our bodies, and faces even closer together. I wasn't totally sure, but it looked like a small smile attempted to break through when he opened his eyes to find me so close.

I hadn't ever thought about what I was considering doing next, but I knew in that moment what I wanted to do. I just had to be sure it would be okay first. I kept my eyes on his, then tilted my head a little to the left and leaned ever so slightly forward, hoping that I would get a sign one way or another. It turned out to be the one that I was hoping for. Chris's head slowly tilted the opposite way.

That was all the encouragement that I needed. My hips ceased their thrusting, and I let my weight come down on Chris's lap, his penis underneath me with much of the shaft nestled between my cheeks. Once settled, I leaned the rest of the way forward, closing my eyes just as my lips met with his.

It was an odd feeling at first. Not bad, just different. His lips were soft but all around them was rougher than I was used to, for lack of a better word. The feel of his tongue when it entered my mouth was also different. It was larger, more commanding, but still supple. I explored a little to experience all the differences, but I didn't get too hung up on things.

After a few seconds of testing the water, I turned my focus back to what I was doing. With renewed enthusiasm I moved past the slow, soft exploration and let the urgency that was boiling up in me start to come through. It wasn't long before we had progressed to a full on makeout session. The kisses were hungrier, Chris's hands were all over my back and ass and I started grinding on his cock again.

I didn't lift up, so his cock was rubbing hard against me. I could feel the excitement radiating from him. It was clear from his kisses, his hands on me, and his hard cock grinding underneath me.

I was completely lost in the moment, but in the back of my mind there were still questions. Briefly flitting across was the standard, "how the hell did we get here?" but I didn't even bother to let that one take hold. At that moment, I really didn't care.

The more burning question was, "where do things go from here?" I wasn't sure what I wanted next, nor what I wanted at all for that matter. What I did know was that I was loving how far we had come already, and I didn't want to stop any time soon. Based on his movements and his hungry kisses, I was certain that Chris felt the same way.

I had two questions cross my mind. One completely unimportant in the moment, was, "was this a first for him as well?" It wasn't like he started the whole thing, but he definitely didn't take any convincing to participate at any of the steps along the way.

The second question, which I think would really determine where things went next, was whether he was only into this because my parts were 'hidden' in girlie underwear. I thought I had a good idea of how to figure it out.

I got off his lap and turned around. Doing my best to stay in character, I moved my ass around in front of him as I seductively slipped my thumbs into the sides of the waistband of my thong. I continued to sway and gyrate then started to push down, the thong slowly peeling from between my cheeks as I bent forward and pushed it to the floor.

At that time, everything that would not usually be found in a lacy thong was out of sight. His legs were still together so I made my way to his lap again, straddling his legs as I went. First, I scooted low so his member would get pushed up behind me, finding its way back between my cheeks. I gyrated in short strokes to drive it up and down a few times before lifting clear of the tip again.

Once clear I inched back further until my bare ass was against hist smooth stomach. When I looked down, I could see him poking out from under my balls, just as I had hoped. Satisfied with our respective positions, I leaned back and slid down along his stomach, which pushed his rod out from under me.

I didn't pause for long before putting the next part of my plan into action. Placing my hands on his thighs to hold my weight, I leaned forward and pushed my hips back into him. The movement served two purposes. First, it pushed my ass up toward his hungry ass and second, it positioned us, so our cocks were pressed together, the top of his sliding up along the bottom of mine us I moved into position.

I tested the waters by teasing him with thrusts across his manhood a few times. He didn't flinch, at least not in a bad way, so I moved on to the next phase. I moved off his lap just long enough to turn around and resume straddling him. I came to rest on his thighs, close to his knees before slowly working my way toward him.

My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest when our cocks again barely came into contact as they slipped past each other to the side.

Chris was still frozen in place, so I couldn't quite tell what he was thinking. Nervously, I reached between us and, while adjusting my position, pressed our shafts together so they were together from base to tip. He took a deep breath in and held it as I slowly slid my hand up and down two times.

I looked at him, a questioning look on my face, only inches from him, as I tried to see what he was thinking in the moment. He broke from his trance enough to lean forward and press his lips against mine again. I was relieved that I hadn't misjudged the situation.

I let go of our rods and locked both of my hands behind his neck as I leaned into the kiss. With my hand out of the way and the passion rising between us I went back to thrusting against him, our naked cocks wrestling between us and starting to leak.

We continued to kiss and grind, our excitement obvious as our shiny, pre-cum coated tips pressed against each other. I couldn't believe where the night had gone. What the heck was happening?

I still couldn't believe that I even told him about what I do in my alone time sometimes, let alone that I showed him! And that had set things up to lead to me, mostly naked, sitting on his lap with our extremely hard cocks pressed together and our tongues probing each other's mouths. As if that weren't all crazy enough for one night, I was yearning for more, and I was seriously considering doing more.

Who am I kidding? I wasn't considering anything. I was fully planning my next move. The only thing stopping me was how much I was enjoying my current situation. The novelty of that position soon faded somewhat, but the lust did not. That's when I broke the kiss and slid off his lap.

I could see the disappointment on his face as i pulled away, so I tried to put him at ease. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

Once I was fully off Chris's lap and past his knees, I put my hands on his legs and, with little effort, spread them apart. I lowered down to my knees and pushed my way between his legs. It didn't take much until I was close enough for the next first that I was about to experience, somewhat of a first for him as well.

I grasped his hard-on in my hand and looked at it closely for the first time. I had obviously seen my own solid cock and held it in my hands many times, but the angle I was looking at his and the feel of another man's cock in my hand had me salivating unexpectedly. I knew when I started this part that I was up for a new experience, but it surprised me how much I was lusting for it, aching for his beautiful cock. Yes, I used the words cock and beautiful in the same sentence, and I've used them together many times since.

I softly slid my hand up and down his shaft, intentionally staying away from the shining head as I explored his length and used my other hand to caress his balls. I didn't have a plan before I slipped between his legs, but one had begun to form in my mind all on its own. That plan involved me holding off from wiping away any of the clear glaze that coated his swollen, cut mushroom head.

Chris hadn't touched my fleshy rod, other than when we grinded against each other, but I was as hard as I had ever been, nonetheless. I stroked his shaft and gently kneaded his balls for a short time before I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't resist the urge for more.

I was overcome with lust so I couldn't hold off any longer. Not that I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself from tipping my head down and leaning to take his thick cockhead into my mouth. I didn't go further than where I could close my lips below his glans, the thickest part filling my mouth and the contours of the underside pressing onto my tongue.

I sucked hard on that fleshy treat, loving my first taste of precum, loving how full my mouth was, spurred on by the thought that I had brought him to that swollen state. I'm sure I will always enjoy parting the folds of a woman with my tongue, but it didn't take me any time at all to realize that a cock was on a whole new level.

It didn't really take hold in my mind at the time that Chris's cock was tensing up in my mouth, or that he was moaning with pleasure. The only thought in my mind was how much I loved everything about where I was at that moment. I was overwhelmed by it all, the feeling of the base of his shaft in my hand and the head in my mouth, the taste of his skin and the pre-cum bathing my tongue, the naughtiness.

I liked and sucked all around the helmet, exploring every little bit. Finally, I took it from my mouth so I could take in the site. The head still glistened, but the shine from his pre-cum had been replaced with the shine from my saliva. It made me smirk when the thought that I had claimed that prize crossed my mind.

That wasn't all I was there for though. I still had more to do, more to feel, and I had decided that there was definitely going to be more to taste. I looked up at him again. His eyes were open and there was a look on his face that revealed the shock that he was experiencing mixed with the pleasure that he was feeling. I made brief eye contact with him as I took him back into my mouth, only looking away when I went past the tip, beyond where I had stopped before.

Chris moaned and flexed as I sucked him deeper into my mouth, his pleasure even more evident as he thrusted involuntarily in time with my movements. I was surprised when I felt him stretching my mouth even more than before. I didn't need experience to know that he was already close, the teasing had primed him, then the licking and sucking quickly sent him teetering over the edge.

From what I have heard, most are afraid of or turned off by what was surely coming next, but feeling Chris's impending orgasm coming had me hotter than ever. I couldn't wait to feel him first pulse, then explode. I couldn't wait to feel his cum on my tongue and filling my mouth before coating my stomach. I couldn't wait to taste his creamy load, and to compare it to the thinner, clear treat from before.

Much to my delight, reality exceeded my expectations. My own cock swelled and strained to grow beyond its limits, the excitement flowing through me as I felt his hands on my head as he throbbed and filled my mouth with his seed.

He spoke for the first time since before I had pulled down my thong to test what he was actually horny for, if there were limits to what he would accept. He didn't have much to say, but the message was clear, "Wow! Just, wow!"

I was rock solid and still kneeling between his legs when I responded. "Yea, I think that about sums it up." I couldn't agree more.

His hands slid from my head to the sides of my neck, stopping when they sides rested against my shoulders.

"That was the best lap dance I've ever had. Okay, that was the only lap dance I've ever head, but I'm pretty sure it would have been the best."

Since he had climaxed, the first worries finally entered my head. "Man, that's not going to make things weird, is it? I really got going. Did I take things too far?"

"Don't worry. I couldn't imagine a better end to that dance."

I smiled with relief and then started to get back to my feet. I needed a different position.

As I got back to my feet, I looked over my shoulder to look for the best place to sit and Chris glanced down. "Dude, that must be uncomfortable."

I laughed as I stood just between his knees, still looking around. "It's not so bad. The carpet is pretty new."

He gripped my achingly hard cock. "That's not what I was talking about. You're hard as a rock!"

"I was wondering about that. And you're not wrong."

He still held my penis gently in his hand, and didn't seem to be making any move to let go.

He stroked up and down a couple times. "I've only ever handled my own, but I could probably help with that."

"Don't feel like you have to. I'll be okay."

"Have to? I've wanted to since you first bent down, and I could see what was up that skimpy skirt." He smiled and pointed to the floor where he had dropped his clothes. "In case you don't believe me." I could clearly see his boxer briefs partially tucked into his shorts.

I smiled back at him, not at all upset by the admission. "You sneaky bastard."

"So," he looked at me and ran his thumb around the head of my cock, "about that offer."

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