Sam and Judy lived next to us. Sam was a carpenter by trade. Over a period of several years, my wife had built up a pretty good neighborly relationship with Sam and Judy. While Sam was in his middle forties, Judy was ten years his junior. They were good neighbors. Every now and then, we’d share tools and Judy and my wife Sandy seemed to get along well, trading recipes and sharing morning cups of coffee.
Sandy and I had our ups and downs in our marriage. She was very conservative in her religious and political view points, while I was more the liberal. We had met on a blind date after the two of us had gone through horrible first marriages. The one thing we had in common was our sex life, which was great, but weaned over a period of time. We still managed to connect about once a month, but raising two kids and work really robbed us of quality time together. Neither one of us wanted to admit it, but we just didn’t really connect like we did when we first met.
I confided in Sam that I thought we might be headed to divorce court if something in our marriage didn’t change. Sam was understanding, He said that he and Judy had also been going through some rough times.
I was surprised at Sam’ revelation. Judy was quite attractive. There mere sight of her in jogging shorts and her skin-tight workout gear was enough to drive any guy crazy. For a split second, I thought about proposing a wife-swap, but quickly dismissed the idea. I knew Sam pretty good and I knew that as a deacon in his church, he would never go for it and I was also pretty sure, that Sandy would come unglued if I suggested as much to her.
Then an amazing thing happened that just blew me away. Sandy and I hadn’t connected in a couple of months and I was feeling the need to be connected. I stopped off at Cheeks, a topless club on the southside, for a beer. I wasn’t really looking to hook up with anyone, but I needed to see some boobs and clear my head.
I used to go to Cheeks when I was a single guy, but hadn’t been in the club in years. Stepping past the door girl into the dimly lit club with thumping music blaring from the speakers, my mind was flooded with memories of days gone by, of dark corners and lap dances. I had dated a few of the girls, but nothing serious ever became of the one-night stands. The sex was good, but nothing outstanding.
I took up a seat off to the side of the main stage. A skinny young dark haired almost completely naked girl was working the brass pole. A waitress stepped over to where I say and offered to get me a drink. I ordered Coke. My drinking days were long gone, and besides, if I went home smelling of beer or liquor, I knew a fight with the wife would break out.
The girl on the main stage never looked in my direction. She seemed more preoccupied with the brass pole than anything else. I looked around the club. There was one other patron sitting in a booth on the far side of the club and three dancers stationed at the bar, like crows, waiting to pounce in a moment’s notice. I figured it was just a matter of a few minutes that one or all three would make their way in my direction, looking for some accompaniment and an opportunity to make some money.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement and looked to see who was approaching. I don’t know who was more shocked, Judy or me. As soon as she recognized me, she froze in place, unsure of what to do next.
I raised my eye brows and smiled.
Judy lowered her head and looked down at the floor. After a few seconds, she looked up, no doubt to see if I was still sitting there.
She took a step in my direction. I moved the chair next to me, opening a spot for her to sit down.
“Please don’t tell Sam,” she pleaded as she took up a seat next to me.
“Don’t tell Sandy,” I replied.
“We need the extra money,” Judy began to explain.
I placed my hand on her bare knee.
“It is quite understandable,” I reassured her.
“I am so embarrassed,” Judy replied, placing her arms across her chest to hide her cleavage.
I sat back and smiled.
“What is there to be embarrassed about?” I asked. “You’ve got a great looking body and obviously, you know how to use it.”
Judy say back, her hands folded into her lap, one leg crossed over another.
“This is not something I really wanted to do,” Judy said.
“I am not judging,” I replied, taking a sip from my cola. Judy brushed back a wayward lock of her long brown hair.
“Sam would kill me,” Judy said.
“And Sandy would kill me as well,” I replied.
“So, will you tip me on the main stage?” she asked.
“Of course,” I replied.
The DJ called out Judy’s club name to let her know she was up next. I sat back, bemused and a bit excited at the prospect of seeing my neighbor half-naked.
Judy sauntered out on to the main stage, gyrating to the sound of the music. She sported a small white t-back and a bra-like top, that barely covered her luscious breasts. She grabbed the brass pole and wrapped her long legs around it. She leaned back, holding on to the pole, looking in my direction. She proffered a wink and smiled.
I stepped up to the stage as Judy made her way over to where I stood. I fished for some dollar bills in my pocket as Judy squatted down in front of me, facing me. She rested her hands on her knees, teasingly parting her knees as she moved her hips back and forth the beat of the music. She reached behind her back and unfastened her top, holding it in place with her hand over her breasts. She pulled of the top and wrapped it around my neck as I stared straight ahead at her bare breasts. She covered her breasts with her hands as she stood up and spun around. Her t-back barely covered her vagina. She glanced back over her shoulder as she bent forward, her firm ass bumping me. I rested my hands on her heels. She spun back around and squatted down in front of me, slipping a finger into her t-back. I slipped two five-dollar bills into the opening. She fell forward onto her knees, her bare breasts right in front of me at eye level. Her nipples were strong and firm.
“Stick around,” she said, “I give good lap dances.”
“I don’t want to get divorced,” I replied.
Judy rested her hand on my shoulder.
“A lap dance won’t get you divorced,” she replied, leaning forward and planting a light kiss on my check.
I wondered back to my seat, my heart pounding.
I watched as Judy continued to dance and work the pole and then, just as fast as her set started, it ended. My waitress refilled my Coke. I waited anxiously for her to rejoin me.
Judy slipped into the chair next to where I sat. She was still topless, which kind of surprised me.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, crossing her legs and resting her clasped hands on her bare leg.
“Very nice,” I replied. “Very sexy.”
“Would you like a lap dance?” Judy asked.
I was hesitant.
“Come on,” Judy pleaded. “I promise you that you’ll enjoy it.”
“I don’t need the frustration,” I replied. “I better pass.”
Judy was not going to take “no” for answer.
“I can promise you,” she said, “You won’t leave frustrated.”
I told her I didn’t know if her offer was a good thing.
“Look,” she replied, “I know what I am doing.”
“That’s what I am afraid of,” I replied.
Judy bit down on her lip.
‘Come on and be a good sport,” Judy insisted, uncrossing her legs and pressing in closer.
“Just for the fun of it,” she pressed.
“OK,” I replied. “Just for the fun of it.”
Judy grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my seat.
“Come on,” she said, “Follow me.”
Judy lead me to a booth that sat on wall, away from the main stage. It was a bit darker of an area than the rest of the club.
“Sit down and get comfortable,” Judy instructed. As soon as I was seated, Judy launched herself on to my lap, planting her butt right into my crotch. She wiggled her butt back and forth, playful like.
“oh wow,” she exclaimed, “Now I know why Sandy loves you.”
“Behave,” I politely scolded.
“I’ll try,’ she replied, “but it’s going to be hard.”
The DJ called out a dancer’s name and Judy took that as a cue to get ready. She stood up and faced me. As the music started, she turned and faced away from me. She was silhouetted against the stage lights. She had a sex appeal that couldn’t be denied. She looked back at me and then slowly peeled out of her t-back, stepping out of it and bringing it up to her hand with her foot. She placed the t-back on a nearby table and then settled back on to my lap. I could feel the warmth of her nakedness pressing against my manhood as she worked her hips back and forth in my lap, her hands on her knees.
She took my hands and placed them on her uncovered breasts.
“How do they feel?” she asked.
“Good,” Breathlessly replied. She covered my hands with her and forced a massage.
“Judy,” I whispered.
“Hugh up,” she interrupted. “Just enjoy it.”
“You’re going to make me cum,” I replied.
“I hope so,” she replied. “That’s the intent.”
“I am going to make a mess,” I answered.
“Go for it,” Judy replied.
“This isn’t right,” I countered.
“Just have fun,” she answered, lifting up from my lap and feeling for my manhood through the fabric of my trousers. She squeezed my manhood in her hand.
“Oh wow,” she exclaimed, feeling my manhood, “you’re well built.”
She lifted off my lap and bent forward in front of me. A roving blue light highlighted her ass and shaved pussy for a second. She slipped a lone finger into her pussy, as she spread the outer bands with her thumb and another finger.
“What do you think?” she asked, looking back at me.
“Very nice,” I replied. “Very nice.”
She pressed her naked body back on to mine, leaning back against me, pinning me to the back of my seat. She whispered into my ear,
“If you want it, undo your pants.”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“Undo your belt and I’ll help you,” Judy replied. She raised her buttocks up and I unfastened my belt. She reached behind her and unfastened the top snap to my trousers and lowered my zipper. I lifted my butt off the chair and pulled down on my trousers and underwear.
Judy settled back on to my lap, my fully erect cock pressing against her bare buttocks. Judy reached between her legs and repositioned my manhood for entry into her warm and wet honey pot. She lifted and slipped me into her vagina, then slowly settled back down on to my lap, my cock filling her pussy. I could feel the walls of her vagina clamping down on my tool. She slowly gyrated her hips back and forth, leaning back against me, pulling my hands on to her bare breasts, forcing me to squeeze them.
She let out a sign and opened her mouth to breath hot and heavy on my neck.
“I’m going to make a mess,” I declared.
“Go for it,” Judy replied. “I can handle it.”
My legs quivered. My balls ached. Judy slipped a finger down to her pussy and pressed against my tool. I shot my load straight into her. She tightened up and shook.
“Oh yeah,” she declared. “I can feel you cuming.”
She dug her manicured finger nails in to my neck, pulling me into a deeply passionate kiss, practically swallowing me whole.
“Oh my God!” I declared.
Judy lie still as my cock throbbed and twitched. She slipped from my lap and grabbed a napkin from the table to wipe her womanhood. She held the small napkin in place, while closing her eyes and standing in front of me.
“That was awesome,” she declared, grabbing her t-back and taking up a seat beside us. I quickly repositioned my manhood back into place and refastened my trousers.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I said.
“I told you that you wouldn’t’t leave here frustrated,” Judy exhorted.
I fished out my billfold, but Judy stopped me.
“No,” she said, “I’ve fantasized about something like this and I can’t take your money,”
“But you earned it,” I countered.
“Let’s just call it even,” Judy replied. She flipped her long brown hair back over her soft shoulders and smiled. She settled her palms on to my knees and leaned in towards where I sat. “I hope you enjoyed the dance.”
I said that I did. Judy sauntered off and I quickly exited the club. I sat in my car in the parking lot, trying to gather my thoughts. I had to pinch myself to insure this want a dream.
Driving up in the drive way, I saw Sam pulling into his. I waved and he waved back. Poor guy, he didn’t have a clue.
