“Hey Sarah!” he shouted from across the room. After he’d shouted, his friends turned to him as though he’d completely lost the plot. “It’s alright,” he said, “I know her, she’s an old college friend.”
He was about to stand up and go over to her as she looked his way, trying to distinguish where the voice had come from, then he realised that the stiffy in his trousers was going to prevent him from doing pretty much anything that involved standing up. So he resorted to the only thing available to him, he started to wave his hands in the air and continue calling her name. If she didn’t recognise him he was going to look like a compelte fool in front of all his friends here.
For a moment she looked at him with a mixture of confusion and pity. Then suddenly something came across her face like a light had shone. She recognised him! Bernie couldn’t believe his luck; he hadn’t expected she would. Now he had to try and explain why he couldn’t be bothered to get his lazy ass off his chair to walk over to her and decided it was acceptable to yell her from across the room, wave his hands madly and expect her to come running!
The hard-on in his trousers just twitched even more at the thought of being introduced to this gorgeous babe with the big hooters…
The siren that entered was one of exquisite beauty. Bernie had never seen a girl quite like this before, and all he could think about was her boobs. These boobs were even better than the bar maid who had served him only a moment before and whom his friends were still having a good old laugh about. She didn’t look like a bar maid, she looked like one of the dancers. However, she didn’t look much like she was going to go on stage, in fact she didn’t even look like she was dressed for anything associated with a lap dancing joint.
This babe was wearing a simple pair of those skinny jeans and a very loose fitting top; not loose enough to disguise her huge boobs however. He managed to take his eyes from her boobs for long enough to look at her face briefly. He wasn’t disappointed. This girl looked like a girl he’d seen once in college; she had massive hooters too and Bernie thought about them for a few seconds and got an instant hard on. Hang on a moment, he thought to himself, it was her! The girl he was looking at was Sarah Jameson from college, and she didn’t look much different.
When they arrived at the club Bernie was his usual excited self, ready to burst into his shorts, and sure enough his friends mocked him. When they entered he looked around the dimly lit bar area and checked out all the topless waitresses serving drinks to the surrounding tables. He checked which area the girl with the biggest boobs was covering and went to find a table for all the guys. The others hadn’t really paid that much attention to what was going on and where they should sit; all they really wanted was a drink. Once he’d found a table Bernie called them over and they all sat to enjoy the scenery.
The waitress with the big boobs arrived at their table and stood very close to Bernie. At the height he was when seated he could just about lick her nipples if he flicked out his tongue; better not though, he thought quickly, she doesn’t get paid for that.
“Hell, haven’t you seen boobs like this before man!” Exclaimed the waitress as she looked down and saw Bernie gawking at her tits. He looked up and then around briefly and discovered all his friends watching him too. Exactly how long he’d been watching them move he had no idea, but it must have been a length of time that was concerned abnormal by his friends standards; particularly as she only came to get the drink order.
“Are you gonna order then or what Bernie?” Shouted one of his pals, although which one he didn’t know.
“Erm…yeah, sorry I was miles away. I’ll have a beer please,” he said, finally looking into the waitresses eyes for a change.
Tonight was certainly going to be a good one, he could feel it in his shoes! All his pals were having a good old laugh at his expense when suddenly in walked an absolute siren of a woman.
The lap dancing club was always a welcome change from the mundane lifestyle Bernie had with his job, the house, the kids and everything else that went with normality. What he really wanted was adventure, but he knew it was best served in very small doses because it was highly addictive. He couldn’t get the type of adventure he craved from the erotic stories he read in the dirty books at work anymore, he needed to make them come to life.
He’d been a fan of erotic fiction from an early age. He was one of those boys who grew up in the country and was forever finding carelessly discarded porno magazines at the side of the road or down a dirt track by a secluded field; even back then when he was very young he knew instinctively why they were there. He began to make gather a collection of them, together with a friend of his that lived down the same road. They built a den and hid all their dirty books in a huge damp chest they’d found down an abandoned railway track nearby. He would often spend afternoons at the weekend reading through the carefully described sex stories, enjoying every last sentence of them; back then when he was a child he read the same erotic stories so often that he could still remember the way they went now.
This craving for adventure and the realisation of sexual fantasies he read in magazines had never really left him, and although he was perfectly happy with Karen, Bernie masturbated all the time over internet porn and free sex stories online. He’d never been unfaithful to her with another woman, but sometimes he felt a little guilty because of the amount of time he spent jerking off in front of his computer.
Now he has a group of friends who had managed to legitimise his sexual adventures and make them very real indeed. He didn’t let on to his friends just how much he loved going to the lap dancing club and how it was a major form of sexual release for him, but he guessed that a few of them new by the way he used to jog on the spot when they were queuing to get in. He always did this and no matter how hard he tried not to it was almost as compulsion; like a warm up.
“Christ almighty Bernie,” his friend Harry would shout, “you’ll cum in your shorts if you don’t calm down a little!”
All his friends would laugh raucously at this; little did they know that they were very nearly correct.
So Bernie was the first to get out his cigarettes and join his friends in a smoke on the way to their first port of call, a lap dancing club in the city. He only ever smoked when he was in the city, he never wanted Karen to find out but he suspected she knew anyway; and more than likely disapproved. When it came to the lap dancing club…well that wasn’t his idea, but he wasn’t complaining. This is another place he only frequented when in the city; it appeared to him as he smoked his way down the street that the city was his friend and also his very dangerous enemy.
To be Continued
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What a Picture.
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The Best Man
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Wash and Blow Job.
Tim needed a haircut. Tim needed a lot of things, but at the moment his wife had decided that he needed a haircut. His wife decided lots of things. His wife had decided that Tim should have a vasectomy, just as easily as she had decided that he would not go out on his mate’s stag night this evening, and that he is going to grout the bathroom when his hair had been cut; in a salon of her choosing, that she had booked on his behalf. His wife stopped him going to the smoky old barber shop in town because the men talked about women all the time and what they would do with them given the chance. Not only that, there were pornographic magazines in the barber shop. Of course, by pornography she meant those national papers that printed pictures of naked women. Basically, anything that could potentially give Tim a hard on was banned. What her problem was with Tim getting a stiffy was unknown. Maybe she was put on earth to torture him. But whatever the case, she certainly didn’t oblige him herself… Continue reading