When did I wander into a strip club?

First, I have to thank Maz for his post that made me recall this event.

	My wife and I have a few things in common, to go along with the
many things we don't, but this is AFTSD.  As long time ass-cers know,
one of our favourite things to do as a family is go to strip clubs.
Another is to get lap dances, more specifically, for *her* to get lap
dances. However, we also do other fun things together, and one that we
love the most is enjoying Renaissance Festivals.

	It was the Summer of 1994 and we went to the Faire just outside
of Tampa.  It was a beautiful day, and it was filled with delicious
women. I even broke down at one point and actually bought a sno-cone
(a.k.a. a water ice).  Not that I felt the urge to spend $2.00 for badly
flavoured cold water, but it was the boobies that made me do it.  As
Maria stood there beside me with her elegant chest propped up in a fine
white lace corset, the predecessor to the WonderBra ®, the two lovely
lasses with the sno-cones made her C cups dwindle my comparison, but,
even more importantly, they were out there.  REALLY out there!  Propped
up and cut so low that you could see nearly half of their nipples, these
two fine ladies, one a blue eyed blonde and he other a light skinned
black girl, were kind enough to bend over and make my sno-cone together,
'accidentally' bumping into each other's unavoidable parts, and giggling
as they did so.  I should've tipped the sno-cone ladies.  I wish the
thought occurred to me.

	We were walking along, sharing the sno-cone, my lovely wife's
breasts jiggling in the warm sunlight, when we came across a wench who
was being punished by order of the king.  She was writhing on the
ground, parched and desperate.  As I went to step around the wench, she
grabbed me, causing my hand to squeeze.  Hard.  Luckily, I wasn't
adjusting my balls at the time.  However, I *was* holding the sno-cone.
The icy goo lunged out the top and, well straight down hers.  BAMM! Out
came the titties. Without a moment's hesitation, she whipped those
puppies out to get the problem off her chest.  She then scooped up the
remains of my sno-cone and ate_it/mashed_it_all_over_her_face.  Blue and
red liquid dripping down to her boobies an dripping off of her nipples
like the sweat built up during really good sex.  I offered to lick off
the excess.  She chose instead to use my bare leg to dry her face and
chest.  She had to have noticed how much I was enjoying the moment, as
my wife happened to catch her looking up my lap shorts (one can never be
too prepared).  I should've tipped the adorable wench.  I wish the
thought occurred to me.

	After another hour or two, we caught the gypsy show, right after
the mud wrestling :).  During the gypsy show, my wife noticed me staring
at the older of the three dancers.  She was probably in her mid
thirties, but she had a body that put the two scrawny girls to shame.
BIG boobies (the order of the day, of course).  Maria signaled her over
and I had a very long, impromptu "dollar dance".  I particularly enjoyed
this part because, as I was getting ground by the delectable honey who
was so kind as to pull her skirt up for better contact, I could feel
that everyone was staring at us.  I couldn't see this, because her
breasts were undulating in my face the entire time.  Being in my
element, I knew to tip, this time.  I handed Maria over a dozen dollars.
They all ended up in the gypsy's cleavage.  One at a time.  Ahh, some
mammaries never fade.  I'm glad I tipped the gypsy girl.  I'm glad the
thought occurred to me.

	Well, after all that, I needed to smoke, a need I no longer
feel, but at the time, I really, really, needed a smoke.  As soon as we
entered the faire through the drawbridge, I'd realised that I'd left my
smokes in the car.  The car that was over a ½ mile away.  I chose to
take my chances.  I got lucky (no, NOT during the lap dance, you silly
pervs). Turns out there was a cigar girl hawking her wares.  A very cute
brunette, I might add.  Well, I have always hated cigars, but the lovely
lass also had cloves.  They were a dollar each, but I didn't care.  I
whipped out my George W. and she not only put the clove in my mouth, but
was sweet enough to light it for me (which was good because my lighter
was, well, you know).  I figured this kind gesture deserved a tip.  I
whipped out another greenback.  She said thanks, but did not hold out
her hand.  She chose instead to lean forward.  I knew the maneuver.

	Being a good ass-cer, I didn't stop merely at the cleavage.  I
followed the gurules® and took whatever she gave me.  I particularly
enjoyed feeling her nipple get hard!  It was after several seconds of
groping that I realised we were (precisely) in the middle of a wide
open, sunlit area and there were children and old women around.  It was
several seconds more before I released my grasp, not caring who was
watching. I'm glad I tipped the cigar girl.  I'm glad the thought
occurred to me.

	I found my cigar girl again later on, and bought two more
cloves.  One for me and one for the wife (so what if she doesn't smoke,
I just wanted to see her tip her).  Since we were not in an open area
this time, I took my time and enjoyed tipping her.  I wasn't the only
one ;).

	When we went to the 'real' strip club later on, my sexy wife
drew all the attention (remember what I sad she was wearing?).  I
especially loved the time the dancer pulled her corset down and sucked
on her nipples.  The same dancer disappeared under her dress for almost
an entire song as the wifey moaned, arched, felt herself out, and sucked
her own nipples, but that's another story!



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