Message-ID: <11190eli$9805112130@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Don Shows" Subject: New Story - Unforgettable - MF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35579bdd.0@news.vr.net> Unforgettable The club was dark as usual and if it wasn't for the dim light of the candles on the twenty- five or so tables you would be stumbling into them trying to make your way to the bathroom. Each small round table had only two chairs and each covered with a white table cloth, the laundry creases dividing it into four pie pieces. In the center of each sat one of those half globed glass candles with plastic fish net around it. The wall were black, the only visible decorations were green lighted exit signs. To one wall you could visit the full length bar, shelves of various size glasses and bottles of liquor with the little chrome pour spouts and one middle aged bartender leaning on it, waiting for a sucker whose ear he could bend behind it. The stage was very small, no curtains or footlights, only a chromed floor to ceiling pole in the center. It was not really a stage but a plywood platform painted black, the paint worn thin letting the wood grain show through and marred from too many dancers in high heeled shoes. This was "The Club", not much more than it's simple interior implied. Just "The Club." Though it isn't much the owner paid dancers nightly and tips were OK, depending on the crowd. It was never packed during the week and Fridays brought a not full but decent crowd, Saturdays were not much better. It was a start for dancers, experience towards the bigger show. A girl could polish a routine here and get used to being pawed by or learn to stone wall the drunks. The crowd was either middle aged men in crises or young soldiers from the nearby army post, nothing a girl would take home to Daddy. Not visible to the unadjusted eye in the near dark but to the rear of the stage was the door leading to the sole dressing room for the dancers. There was only one tonight and grudgingly she agreed to do three shows, nine, ten-thirty and midnight. She sat on the black leather upholstered worn out piano bench in front of the mirror cursing herself for caving in to the owners whining plea to dance three gigs. Her shapely hips in thin pink thong and black fish net stockinged legs contrasted with her bare back and the old black of the bench. She was combing her hair and admiring her recently augmented breasts when the door opened and the bartender rudely announced that she had thirty minutes till first show. "Shit man, don't you ever knock?" She blurted back, covering her breasts view in the mirror. "Sleazy old coot," she thought to herself. Once the door closed, she stood, once again admiring herself in the mirror. Her breasts were enlarged from a 34B to a 36C, she was much happier and even connived a raise to match the enlargement. She now truly curved down to a slim 28 inch waist and blossomed to a nice curvy 36 inch hips. She couldn't help but smile at herself as she slipped on her matching pink pushup, front clasp bra. She cupped the underside of each breast and gave them an extra fluff before reaching for her matching solid body suit, putting it on, carefully zipping it up the front. Flipping her long blond hair back, she was ready except for deciding on music and routine. She never decided this until the last few minutes before going on stage, her mood being the deciding factor. Tonight, although happy with her firm dancers body, follow me hips and new breasts, she was dour, not wanting to be there but needing the extra money 3 shows and tips would give her. Her goal was to graduate to the bigger, better shows in Las Vegas or Reno. She loved exotic dancing and knew she would run her own club someday. For music her hand gravitated to Nat King Cole's Unforgettable and wanted to do her slow routine. It always brought good tips because she teased longer, give more breast view and became nude sooner. She placed the tape in the cassette deck and with ten minutes before show time, lit a cigarette. Kurt leaned back in his chair, pushing himself away from the computer and stretched a long, deeply felt stretch, his arms pulling his chest and shoulders wide, the buttons of his white shirt straining. Releasing, he ran both hands through his short brown wavy hair. The ring finger on his left hand still had the imprint of the wedding band visible. The clock on his desktop showed eight forty-five in digital numbers and had been de-bugging code all day. He was ready to call it quits. Since the divorce 6 weeks ago he often worked late, turning down several offers to go out with co-workers, simply wanting time to himself. He had not yet sorted out the divorce, brought about, he believed by the sudden death of his son. Neither he or his now ex- wife could seem to get over the loss and it now cost their marriage. At 28, single again, Kurt had no idea where he was going. Work provided the only diversion from his strong emotional setbacks. He often thought that perhaps he should seek counseling or maybe go back to school and complete his MFA in poetry. He wrote less now, believing his feelings would produce nothing more than dark verse but loved poetry. His BS was in Computer Science. This proved to be the only point in his life that felt like a complete stand still. Kurt lifted his six foot frame from the chair and reached for his jacket. "Maybe I should go somewhere and unwind a little," he thought to himself. There was "The Club" down the street, he could have a drink or two and maybe spark a muse with a few nude dancers. Most of his poems were erotic metaphor which first captured the love of his wife. "Sure man, just a few drinks and like in the old days, looking at a little skin would be good for me." He checked to see that he had properly saved his code, shut down the computer and headed out the door, checking the alarm system on his way out. The Club was close and he could walk which would give him a chance to breathe some cooling, crisp autumn air, his favorite time of the year. This was the time of year they would stroll the baby in the early evening. These thoughts invaded still and he wondered again if maybe counseling was necessary. But for now diversion would help. Arriving at the plain wood door to The Club he opened it and entered, stopping for moment to let his eyes adjust to the impact of the darkness. Once sufficiently adjusted he made his was carefully, almost in a total sidestep to a vacant table near the stage and sat down. The rude flicker of the candle flame helped his eyes adjust a little better. A girl in black short shorts and white t-shirt approached placing a small napkin on the table in front of him. "Can I get you a drink?" her bored voice asked. Kurt looked up at her, past her legs to the shorts tight enough to outline her vagina, then to her braless chest before speaking to her expressionless face. "Sure, uh, I think a gin and tonic sounds good. And oh, an ashtray please." Without speaking she leaned over to an adjacent table, forward of Kurt whose eyes caught the outline of her breasts swaying freely, and retrieved a small ashtray, placing it next to the napkin. "Right back then," was her clipped reply. Kurt looked around himself, being better able to see now. There was a party of four young short haired soldiers to the right front of the stage and four or five other older men scattered amongst the tables. The waitress reappeared with the drink and placed it on the napkin, "That'll be $4.25 then." Kurt paid with a five, telling her to keep the change. She sauntered away flaunting her tightly bound ass as she went to another table to sway her breasts. "She would fall all over the place once she takes those painted on shorts off," Kurt thought, smiling to himself as he lit a cigarette. The gin and tonic tasted strong on the first sip but calmed down on the next. She pressed the pause lever on the cassette deck then depressed the play lever. A peek into the tiny view piece in the door gave a wide angle of the audience, what there was of it anyway. "Oh well, I just hope they have those one's and five's ready to stuff in my thong when I mingle." She turned on a light switch near the stereo then slowly rotated the dimmer switch. Over the stage, from the ceiling, beams of purple light illuminated the worn plywood. She flipped another toggle switch on a machine on the floor and a misty white fog began to cover the stage floor. Next she turned off the dressing room light, released the pause button of the tape deck and waited for her cue to step out onto the stage. Kurt's attention was drawn to the stage and the too loud voice coming from overhead speakers, "And now, The Club is proud to present it's own, lovely and very exciting "Kristi". The smooth, sensual voice of Nat King Cole came on as the stage door opened. "Un.......for........ge.....ta..ble.........." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Her stockinged leg appeared from the slightly opened door, flexed at the hip with calf and foot dangling in time to the slow ruminations of the music. A little higher, one white hand was caressing the black door jam. A few whistles from the group of soldiers rang out but the few remainders of the crowd silently watched or were not captivated yet. As the song progressed Kurt leaned forward on his table as Kristi slinked around the door, hugging it close. Her body suit was high cut at the hips showing each smooth white moon. He liked how they cupped at the bottoms and the black fish nets were just high enough on the thighs that a hand would fit nicely between the bottom of her cheeks and top of the stockings. Still not showing her face she slid down the door jamb, knees going wide as she lowered herself, keeping her pelvis close to the smooth wood. When she reached the bottom of her full squat she swayed her butt side to side, slowly to the mellow tones of Cole's words, holding on to the door jamb, leaning back as far as she could. Her hair fell straight back as she dropped her head back, her pelvis seeming to grind into the jamb. The fake fog was beginning to swoon and swirl and looked like it's wispy fingers were tickling her wide spread moon and nicely accessed center between them. Kurt watched her as she teasingly swayed her hips and wondered how she so expertly exposed the inside of her butt cheeks without showing anything else. "Sweet, real sweet butt," he formed the words with his tongue silently to himself. Kristi was beginning to stand back up, still hugging the jamb, but had moved one hand to her front. It couldn't be seen from the audience but she had reached up and was unzipping her body suit as she stood. With her back still to her audience she began to remove the suit, perfectly choreographed to un.......for.......ge.........table. "This girl could definitely make a door jamb hard," Kurt thought. He wished she would turn around so he could see her face. Instead she lowered one hand to the inside of her left thigh and began to slowly bring it up the center of her crotch, her abdomen then around to her back. She paused at the bra strap, teasing her audience. Her other hand took the clasp in front and unfastened it. More whistles and cat calls rose up from the soldiers as her bra straps fell neatly from her shoulders, then with the hand holding the back strap she pulled down and her bra was dropped to the floor. With a turn of her head she exposed half of her face to the audience, then with a smile and wink, turned and waltzed over to the chrome pole. The soldier crowd yelled but she paid no attention to them. Kurt kept his eyes totally on her. He was hypnotized by her near total nudity, bathed in purple light as she waltzed across half the small stage to the pole, the fog about her feet and ankles parting and swirling, her legs and hips moving to the tempo and her breasts barely moving at all. She had total control of her body, moving only the parts she wanted to. "This girl is a stone fox," Kurt thought. She was not only a great dancer but sleek and sexy in a controlled sort of way, she paid no attention to the audience but danced for them. By the way Kurt was watching you would think she were dancing only for him. He kept straying back to her breasts, their firmness and pertness, their perfect nipples and the effect the purple light had on them. They didn't bounce as she danced but swayed, very seductively, waving to him he thought. She reached the pole and clutched it, her body against it and her hands around it high above her head, a breast on each side, her body divided in half. She wrapped one leg around the pole, the cold of it slapping the skin of her thigh. Lowering an arm she began to remove the stocking, lifting her leg higher as the stocking got lowered. Removing it from her foot she lowered the leg, seductively running her hand up the inside of her leg to her crotch hiding behind the pole. The same hand went to her mouth and peeking around the pole she placed her index finger in her mouth and drew it out slowly as Cole sang, somehow an appropriate phrase. The same scene was repeated with the opposite leg. With stockings gone, her bare legs bathed in purple were magnificent. Kurt watched Kristi's every move, taking in her legs, abdomen and breasts. Her face was mostly hidden behind her hair and the pole. Kurt watched her moves and thought this was one sexy woman, not just her dancing but she was sexy. The choreography, the music, Nat King Cole's voice and her control were only additions to her sexiness. He brought his drink to his lips and sipped, never diverting his eyes from Kristi, sexily, metaphorically fucking the pole she had wrapped herself around. The Kristi's hands came down the pole and as they reached breast level she lowered herself into another full squat with knees wide, crotch firmly planted against the pole. She began to sway her hips once again, her crotch staying glued to the pole. Bringing her upper body in tighter, her right hand reached down and unfastened something at the side of her pink thong. Keeping the hand there she rode the pole back to standing and wrapped her leg back around the pole. Swinging herself around, her back was to the audience again. She switched hands and unfastened the other side of the thong. As she began to squat once again the thong came swiftly off and was tossed aside. Kurt gasped lightly. She was teasing him, her come hither ass waving to him as she slid down the pole, completely naked. Into a full squat again Kurt could plainly see between her spread hips her nicely trimmed pussy, stage fog swirling about it. Her butt and back bathed in purple light. He felt a gradual stiffening in his crotch and sat up, moving closer to the table. Kristi lowered her beautiful white bottom and sat on the floor. Raising one long slim leg straight up she crossed it over the pole, made a quarter turn, lowered the leg, bending at the knee and laid back. Her breasts stood above the fog looking like a mountain scene with the fog gathering around them. Kristi's hands moved up her abdomen to her breasts. She caressed them and Kurt could see her nipples hardening. He hardened right along with them. She then moved her right hand back down to her pubic mound as her hips began to gyrate in time to the music. This was getting very hot and Kurt took another long sip of his drink. Butterflies were beginning to dance about in his stomach. This girl was really turning him on with these erotic moves. She was talented, very talented. As the song was ending, Kristi came up to her feet, hand still on her crotch. Slowly she removed it, bringing it up her smooth tummy, between her breasts, then circling each stiff nipple before placing her finger in her mouth. She cocked her head shyly to her right shoulder and slowly drew the finger out between light pink sucking lips just as Nat sang the last refrain of un......for......ge......table.......youuuuuu. Whistles and applause arose from the sparse crowd, the soldiers standing and clapping, waving their dollars wildly. Kurt was sorry the dance was over. He wanted to watch her some more. Reaching to the pack, he pulled out and lit another cigarette. Producing a ten dollar bill from his wallet he laid it on the table. Kristi was busy collecting her costume pieces form the stage. She was careful not to bend over but stooped down to gather them up, whispered a sexy thank you and disappeared behind the door. The lights went down and the music changed to a more modern song. Kurt signaled the waitress for another drink. His stiffness was subsiding and he hoped he didn't have a wet spot on his khaki colored Dockers. ******************************************************************* From the stage door Kristi reappeared wearing the sexy thong and a mid-waist white t- shirt with The Club written across her braless chest. The crowd applauded their final approval. She thanked them once again, stepping from the stage and walking to visit the tables of soldiers waiting to stuff money in her elastic thong band. Kurt watched her, loving her barefoot stroll from stage to table. He longed to snuggle against her ass, having never been drawn to a butt as he was to hers. She bent over to talk with one of the soldiers and her shirt fell giving Kurt a perfect view of the undersides of her breasts. "Oh man, what a sight," her exhaled long from his mouth, blowing a thin stream of smoke. He wished she would come and sit down with him. She made her was to some other tables letting hands place money in her waist band, slapping hands that tried to do more, but always with a smile. The waitress arrived and placed the drink before Kurt only this time he wanted his change. As she turned her ass to his face and left he saw Kristi walking his way. She stopped at his table and said "I saw you watching me dance, did you like my routine?" "I loved it, you're very talented," Kurt diverted his attention from her face to her bare waist and down to her crotch. "May I sit down?" Kristi asked. "Yes, I would like that," Kurt said. He was hoping she wasn't a drink pusher. He didn't have that much money with him but not knowing what else to say asked her if she would like a drink. "No thank you, not while I'm working and I have two more shows tonight." She was no drink pusher and made sure management understood that. She considered herself a very professional exotic dancer. "What did you like best about it?" She asked. "I'm sorry, about what?" Kurt was embarrassed, his mind on her tits and absent minded to her question. "My routine silly, you were watching me so intently. I could see you from time to time just sitting here watching." "Yea, you had my attention, for sure. I guess it would be how beautifully you moved to the music and how your gestures matched the words. I've never seen anyone dance to that song." Kurt tried to sound intelligent but really wanted to complement her ass and breasts. "Thanks, that's so sweet. Most guys just tell me I have a great ass and nice tits. It's sweet to hear someone say something about my dancing." As she continued talking about the fact that she choreographed it herself and practiced for weeks before debuting it Kurt's eyes strayed from her face to her breasts and back to her face. She was stunning. She had high cheek bones covered by smooth skin, lightly accentuated makeup, a perfect mouth and pink lipstick to match her outfit and deep blue eyes that Kurt believed he could dive into and happily float. She moved her hands from her hips and crossed them under her breasts, her shirt being drawn tight. "Oh shit," Kurt thought, this was too much. "Why Nat King Cole" asked Kurt. "Because I want to be unforgettable." Kristi replied. She moved her arms out a little and the shirt slacked out. It was short and Kurt could tell the bottoms of her breasts were touching her folded arms. He could feel himself beginning to stiffen again. The butterflies were back with a vengeance. "Could I bum a smoke from you?" Kristi asked, reaching for the pack. "Be my guest," Kurt said, grabbing the lighter. He stood up, forgetting all about the tent in his pants and leaned forward to light her cigarette. "Damn," he thought, "think before you act stupid." He saw Kristi's glance fall to his well peaked pants and a smile crossed her lips. As he held the lighter up to her cigarette she reached for his hand, holding it as she drew in the first puff. "Thank you," Kristi said smiling, her white teeth gleaming in the flicker of the candle light. "I guess you really did like my show," she looked into his eyes, smiling, her eyes dancing. Kurt looked down at the tent in his pants and at the quarter sized wet spot giving away his obvious infatuation. He sat down, an embarrassed look in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. You've been so kind to me." Kristi apologizingly said. "Oh, you know guys, it's a lot harder to disguise than a girl who gets turned on." Now Kurt really felt stupid, wishing he had found other words to cover his embarrassment. "Yes, we girls don't have that problem. But, I'm even happier knowing I not only entertained you but turned you on. That's actually a very nice complement in itself." Both started laughing and felt less tense. A little light conversation about dancing and what brought Kurt there tonight settled him down. His hard-on went down and he hoped the damp spot would air dry but knew it wouldn't. "Are you staying for the second show?", she asked. Knowing it must be approaching ten o'clock he replied "No, I should be going home, I have to be to work early in the morning." "Oh, I wish you could," she replied. "I do another faster routine to an old Door's tune. Are you sure you can't?" "Yea, I'm sorry, I really wish I could." He started to push the five dollar bill from his drink change over to her but she stopped his hand saying, "No, please. Your complements have made me very happy. But I would love to see you here tomorrow night. My Friday gig is real good and I'd love to dance for you." "Ok, I'll be here," Kurt smilingly replied. "I can stay for all your shows tomorrow." "Actually, I'll only be doing one provided the other girls show up for theirs, but I promise you'll like it. I go on at ten-thirty, try to get here early so we can talk some more, Ok?" "Ok," Kurt smiled as he stood, forgetting he probably still had a wet spot. Neither looked to find out. "By the way, what's your name?" she called to him as he was almost to the exit. "Kurt. See ya Kristi." "Damn, she sat with me." Kurt thought to himself as he headed back to the office building where his car was parked. "Not only a talented dancer but smart, not to exclude a stone fucking fox, damn!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kurt drove home, the words to Unforgettable running through his mind. He pulled into the garage of his condo and went straight to the bedroom, undressed and crawled into bed, nude, as was his usual custom. The song played over and over in his head. As it did he pictured Kristi dancing right in front of him, he being her only admiring audience. His image soon turned to her gorgeous ass and he imagined his hands cupping each firm, perfect cheek around those cute cupped bottoms. He pictured her breasts, their size was perfect, not overly large and each nipple slightly lower than center and a hair inside. He closed his eyes as his mind allowed him to press them together, nipple to nipple as he sucked on them both at once, her hands pulling his head in tight. Before long his cock was pushing hard against the sheet and weight of the blanket. The cool sheet felt good against his throbbing head as he squeezed his pelvic muscles, making it pull up. His hands reached down and he began to use both to rub himself from scrotum all the way to tip and back down. He let his head sink back farther into his pillow. His images of Kristi became more vivid and permissive as his right thumb and forefinger measured his thickness, running from base to head, his thumb lightly grazing over the now slightly lubricated head. He let out a light, low moan. Moving his left hand to his scrotum his right thumb and forefinger began to move up and down the soft, smooth outer rim of the hood in time to the rhythm of Unforgettable, images of Kristi lying on stage with her hand caressing her fluffy mound, doing to herself what he was doing. His right hand began moving all the way down to the base of his thick shaft and back up slow, just as Kristi's hand was doing to her lips. He was savoring the feeling, his left hand caressing his balls, his right hand now beginning to pump his shaft, grazing the outer ring with each upward motion. He slowed down wanting to take more time. His left hand now switched to just finger tips, lightly brushing the hair and skin of his scrotum. His right hand moved to the shaft's base as images of Kristi's free hand began to caress her breasts and he started to move his swollen head to and fro and in circles against the sheets. His fantasies of Kristi's self love made his feelings more intense as he rubbed the sheets, his cock jumping with excitement. His screen with Kristi intensified. She began to twist and pull her nipples and her finger was not buried deep into her pubic softness, wildly working on her clit. As he pelvis began to lift from the stage floor, Kurt's hand began to pump his wonderfully swollen shaft. His left hand lifted the sheet and blanket as his right hand increased it's action. Kristi was rolling her head from side to side in his mind's eye. He could hear her sweet little moans as her fire built keeping pace with his own building heat. His cock began to thicken even more, his hand brushing his sensitive head alone, thumb and forefinger ringed around it. His left hand quickly threw the covers off his torso. His image of Kristi was intense, her hips rising to meet her delicate finger tip, her lower lip quivering, her free hand teasing her nipples, she was coming and so was Kurt, his hand now well lubricated with his spurting cum, splashing his stomach and chest, greasing his cock head. His hand slowed as he began to soften. Images of Kristi faded and he carefully got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Getting a washcloth he ran warm water to soak it which made him have to pee. But before he did he carefully ran the warm washcloth over his still sensitive cock head, then cleaned up his stomach and chest. His urge to pee couldn't wait and after relieving it crawled back into bed. He fell asleep to low strains of Unforgettable. ################################################################ The next day at work it was all Kurt could do to keep from thinking about Kristi. A few times he had to make a mercy trip to the restroom to let an impending erection go away. Five o'clock came around before he knew it and Kurt, for the first time in a long time left work on time. He headed home to take a short nap and a shower before heading out to The Club. He arrived at The Club at nine forty-five, a little early, just as Kristi has asked him. He wore a gray button down shirt and this time, black pants. He found the same table was empty and sat down. The nine p.m. show had already ended and the tall brunette dancer was still making her post show table rounds collecting tips. The crowd tonight was maybe twice last nights, mostly more soldiers. "You must be Kurt," a voice behind him said. Kurt turned around and saw that it was the bartender. "Kristi said you drank gin and tonic." The bartender handed Kurt a glass. "This one is from Kristi. You must have made quite an impression on her, she never talks about customers like she talked about you. She described you to me and wanted me to be sure and make your drink as soon as you came in and also to extend her invitation to come to the dressing room as soon as you got here." "Well, this is quite a surprise. I didn't know I made that much of an impression," Kurt said. "Your all she's talked about since she got here tonight. Follow me, I'll take you to the dressing room." The bartender motioned for Kurt to follow, leading him to the dark stage and without knocking opened the door and ushered Kurt in. The bartender closed the door behind Kurt and made his way back to the bar. "Hi Kurt, I'm so glad you're here. How are you?" Kristi stood up from the couch to greet Kurt. "Hello, I'm fine. Thanks for the drink and how are you?" Kurt was smiling, happy to be alone with Kristi. In a lighted room she was even more of an eye full. Tonight she was dressed in a sky blue v neck pullover shirt, straight leg blue jeans and white tennis shoes. "Oh, now that you're here I'm very happy. I was really hoping you'd show up." Kurt was a little taken aback. Their short conversation last night was nice but she must really like me, he thought. She even knew what his drink was. "I've been looking forward to coming back and seeing you all day, in fact since I left last night. How did your last two shows go?" "All right, after the second act only the soldiers hung around. Their always good for tips but my heart wasn't in the dance. No one left to dance for." She said this last part with a wink and a gleam in her eye directed at Kurt. "You were so sweet and appreciative of my routine, tonight I only do one dance and I plan to do it all with you in mind." Wow, she really likes me, this is great, thought Kurt. "So what will you be dancing tonight?" He asked. "Never you mind for now, you'll see soon enough. Please, sit down. It's near ten and I have to start getting ready soon. But don't leave, you won't be embarrassed will you?" "No, I don't think so." Kurt was all smiles as he sat down and took a sip of his drink. The stage door opened and the other dance entered. "These fucking cheap skates. You'd think they could part with a five or ten every once in a while. Fuck it, I quit." She put her street clothes on over her costume and walked out, not even acknowledging Kristi or Kurt. "Oh well, the turn around of dancers here is pretty high as you can see." Kristi said with a shrug of her shoulders. "So, how was work today?", she asked as she removed her shirt over her head, facing Kurt as her breasts fell free. Kurt swallowed. She really was going to get ready, right here, right now. "Uh, it went fine, a little slow waiting to get off though." Oh shit, bad choice of words he thought. Kristi unbuttoned her pants before she sat down on the piano bench to take off her shoes. When she did her breasts dangled beautifully and tantalizingly for Kurt. She stood back up and without a second thought whisked her pants down and off. She stood before him in only a pair of white lace panties that shows a very lovely dark patch of pussy hair. She went to a backpack while holding casual conversation, she doing most of the talking. Kurt mostly felt like holding himself. Kristi was showing no mercy and to Kurt this was a show in itself. From the backpack she retrieved a black costume consisting of a bra, panties and a short top cover, like a cape or something all with string fringe and lace. She laid them on the table. Turning around she hooked her thumbs into her panties and removed them, bending over completely as she unhooked them from each foot. Kurt had trouble keeping up with the conversation. Her gorgeous ass was practically in his face with a spectacular rear view of her pussy. He could almost reach out and touch it, and wanted to. Straightening up and turning around she said "Well?" She had asked him a question but he wasn't listening. Her bent over ass and pussy so close he could almost smell her has so distracted Kurt that he was paying no attention to the conversation. Now standing in front of him nude and beautiful his eyes were staring straight at her pussy. "I'm sorry Kristi, I'm just so taken in with your beauty that I simply wasn't listening." "I guess I am embarrassing you." "No, your not, just distracting me is all. Please, what did you ask me?" "I'd asked how long you'd been divorced. I see the fading band on your ring finger and was just curious." "About six weeks, but separated almost four months. Does it bother you?" "No, not at all, I just wanted to get to know you. And by the way, thank you for saying I'm beautiful. How long has it been since you've been this close to a naked woman?" "Too long Kristi, way to long." Kristi lingered before him for a few extra moments, knowing he was soaking her in. She felt beautiful standing before him, really liked him and little did he know, planned to fuck him silly tonight. She took a few steps toward him and held her hands out to him. He took them as he stood up. Looking down at him she could plainly see that he had a hard-on that made him look like Omar the Tent Maker. "Well at least you wore the right color pants tonight," she said while looking deeply into his eyes. She pulled him close and placed his hands directly on her ass then wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down and placed her lips on his. She moved her pelvis directly onto his hard-on and began to move her hips gently from side to side. His hands pulled her in tighter and the kiss became passionate tongue tasting. His hands caressed her cheeks as she ground into his cock more forcefully, then she broke the kiss saying "Now you get back to your table and let me finish dressing. I'll see you in about 5 minutes." "Ok," he responded. "I can't wait." His hands gently released her ass and glided around the sides of her hips as she stepped away from him. "You'll see all of this and more in just a few minutes." Kurt left the dressing room into the near darkness once again. He was sure no one could see he had a hard-on, it was too dark in the club. Making his way to the same table he saw that it had a reserved card in the middle. "Boy, guess I rate good," he thought to himself as he sat down with his still full drink. He leaned back and lit a cigarette waiting for the show to begin. ******************************************************************** At exactly ten-thirty the state lights went up, this time they were a nice light blue. The still too loud voice announced Kristi in the same fashion and a familiar Jimi Hendrix tune "Foxy Lady" blared out. The stage door opened and Kristi stepped onto the stage into the blue, gyrating and dancing, her whole body moving in time to the music, less choreographed than last night. She moved downstage from the chrome pole, not intending to use it. For the first several seconds of the song she danced about on stage then stepped down and began to make her way around to several tables, provocatively shaking her breasts or ass for the occupants. The music had obviously been re-mixed for this routine because it had already lasted too long for it to be the original released mix. She danced her way to Kurt's table by way of the stage. As she passed by the state she turned to the crowd and removed the outer piece of her costume revealing a very skimpy bra and panties with the string fringe flapping about. She tossed the piece onto the stage, stepped up and danced there awhile. Stepping down she make her way to Kurt's table. Dancing her way to him she danced right in front of it. Pulling out the chair she stood on it simply moving her hips and arms. Using one hand she reached behind and unfastened her bra, removed it slowly and tossed it to Kurt. He caught and folded it neatly, placing it on the table. Yes, she was dancing for him. She swung her arms causing her tits to bounce and sway then with her hands she lifted them up and pushed them together and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. The crowd was cheering her on, "Go, go, go," they shouted. Kurt was smiling, almost laughing. "This is great," he mouthed to her, knowing she wouldn't be able to hear him. For her next planned maneuver to tease Kurt further, she turned around. She began to move that very gorgeous ass that he held only minutes before in circles like a gyroscope. Then by total surprise, she hooked her thumbs into the side straps, bent fully over from the waist and whisked them down. Once again he had a view of her pussy so close he could touch it. She stepped out of them one foot at a time then peeking through her slightly separated thighs tossed them back to Kurt who again caught them. He added them to the neatly folded bra. Some in the now almost rowdy crowd were yelling "Smell ‘em man, go ahead," and "touch it, come on, she's begging for you to stick a finger in it." Kurt ignored their yelling and continued to watch his private show. Kristi was still bent at the waist moving her ass and swaying her tits for Kurt. She reached back with a hand and placing two fingers on her pussy opened it, giving Kurt a full view of her pink interior. Next she took her index finger and ran it up the middle of her open pussy lips. She didn't appear to be all that wet but she was wet enough to get her finger well dampened. Getting down from the chair she moved over to Kurt and placed her damp finger on his smiling lips and then into his accepting mouth. "God, she tasted sweet," he thought as she drew her finger out from his sucking lips and tasting tongue. That was the finale' that drove the crowd totally wild. Many were hollering for her to come to their tables as they wanted a taste also, but her routine was winding down. Her dancing made it's way back to the stage where she finished her routine and as Foxy Lady began to fade in the overhead speakers she faded behind the stage door. Kurt leaned back in his chair as the applause from the crowd continued. Running his hands through his hair he thought to himself "That was one hell of a show, she danced for me but had the crowd practically on their feet with their tongues on the floor." He could still taste her sweet pussy on his tongue and lips. Kristi reappeared on stage with a pair of tight shorts and t-shirt. The crowd was hollering for more but she waved a kiss, stepped down and began to make her rounds to the tables. She was collecting plenty of tips from that routine and spent a little extra time at each table in appreciation of their applause. Kurt watched her work the tables patiently waiting for her return to his. Taking a long drink of his gin and tonic he was sorry to have washed her flavor from his tongue. Just as he was lighting a cigarette Kristi breezed by him and said "Be right back, don't go away." @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Several minutes later Kristi reappeared from behind the bar. Kurt missed her exit from the stage door probably because of the several visitors to his table asking questions about Kristi. "Lets get out of here. I'm really hungry," Kristi said as she took his hand. Kurt stood and the headed to the exit and out to Kurt's car. Kurt was playing the gentleman and opened doors for her, even carried her backpack. Once to the care he unlocked and opened the passenger door. Before sitting down he caught her hand and looking deeply into her eyes thanked her, both for the dressing room invitation and the very erotic dance routine. She said "Your welcome," as she leaned in and began to kiss him full and deep, her tongue reaching out to his and lingering. Her hand fell to his ass and pulled him close. After several minutes broke the kiss and said "Let's go, shall we." Kurt pulled onto the street, instinctively in the direction of his condo. "So, where would you like to eat Kristi?", he asked, turning to look at her. "Your place if you like," she responded, almost shyly as her hand passed over the seats and polished wood of the BMW's interior. Kristi had never ridden in one and was quite impressed with it's appointments. "Actually when I said I was hungry I was not really talking about food," she said, not looking up at Kurt. He was beginning to see a side of Kristi he did not anticipate. She did after all seem to have some modesty, or she knew when to play down her openness. It didn't matter, Kurt wasn't hungry for food either. He up-shifted to fifth gear and looked over at Kristi saying "I know what you mean, my appetite is ravenous right now." She smiled and placed her hand on his resting on the gear shift knob. "So, I gotta ask Kurt, what'd this puppy cost anyway?" "Plenty Hon, it would scare you to know." They both laughed but Kurt was not referring to dollars so much as he was to the elements of the divorce wars and property distribution. He got the car, she got the house. The conversation was mostly about the care as they drove to Kurt"s condo in a new money neighborhood Kristi has not been to before. She asked all sorts of questions about it color (is the something wrong officer red) and the great leather seats and dash which Kurt corrected her as they were cordoba skin and those cute little buttons and pleats were called tuck and rolled upholstery. The wood was hand rubbed Black Forest Walnut with teak inlays for the electric window and door lock buttons. This was the coolest care she had ever been in. They arrived at the condo and as Kurt pulled into the large bricked driveway pushed a button on his steering wheel and the garage door opened. After the car was in the garage the door closed by itself. "Welcome Kristi, though I must warn you, this place has never seen the likes of any woman much less a woman like yourself. It was decorated by two gay guys and that's about as close as a woman's touch as it has seen." Kurt exited the care and walked around to get Kristi's door but she was half way out when he arrived. "Oh, sorry," she said, "I'm not used to being treated like a lady I guess." "I'll never treat you any other way," Kurt was surprised to hear himself say. He walked her to a door which entered the interior and ushered her in. It was sort of a foyer off the kitchen with closets for coats and such. He placed her backpack in one of the closets and they walked into the kitchen area that Kristi believed was as big as her whole apartment. "This is no condo," she said wide eyed, "it's a dream come true." "Come on, let me show you the rest. This complex was built about a year ago. Must of the units have been sold already." "Damn," Kristi thought, "and I didn't bring my checkbook." He took her on a whirlwind tour of the spacious and luxurious condo. Kristi had not seen so much dark wood and Berber-Saxony carpet at one time in one place. She had no idea that Kurt owned a very successful rival software company. He was a very hands on president and CEO, still in love with computer languages. As for his money, he believed in spending what he worked hard for. The next stop on the tour was the master bedroom where Kurt offered her a drink. "Shit, a bar in the bedroom, kiss my ass," Kristi said. "I'd love to, Kurt replied, but first, a drink." "Cool, gin and tonic," Kristi replied laughing. Kurt fixed them both a perfect gin and tonic with a slice of lime and a drop of dry vermouth, Kurt's personal touch. He motioned for her to have a seat on a couch facing the bar and joined her. She slid over closer to him, took his drink from his hand and put them on a nearby table, carefully on pre-placed coasters. Taking his head in her hands she began to kiss his face, making her way to his lips where she lingered, moving hers slightly. Kurt moved his hands to her waist, feeling her smooth skin under the t-shirt. He began to pull the t-shirt out of her shorts, up just high enough that he could get his hands onto the skin of her sides and back. She was warm and smooth and she began to quietly moan with is light pressured fingers up and down her back. Kristi backed away from their hot kissing and reached down and pulled off her t-shirt. "There, that's better," she said, resuming their kiss. Kurt's hands went back to her warm skin and wasted no time in finding her tits. He lightly caressed the sides and undersides of them and using his palms, let her hard nipples lightly trace circles in his hands. "Yes, that's much better," he mumbled under their now wet, deep kiss. Kristi smiled under the pressure of his lips. Her hands moved to his shirt where she began to unbutton the top button, working her way down. She pulled it out of his fairly loose trousers and slipped it off of his shoulders which she could feel were large, rock hard muscles shoulders, covered by smooth warm skin. Her hands moved over his collar bones and down his sternum then with a softness he hadn't felt in months she moved them over his nipples and began to do the same thing to him that he was doing to hers. Now it was Kurt who broke then kiss, his lips moving down to her neck where he nibbled and kissed up and down from her ear lobe to her shoulder, at times his tongue lightly stroking her skin. Her perfume as light and delicate and be breathed deeply of it as his hands began to caress her tits with more pressure. He soon began to pull and tease her hard, thickened nipples with his thumbs and forefingers. She deeply moaned her approval as she moved her hands all over his broad chest and around to his back. Kurt was hot, rock hard and hot, but determined to pace his foreplay by enjoying her skin, her touch and her tits. He put his hands gently on her shoulders and motioned her to lie back. She let his strength lower her as his kisses mapped her collar bones. His hands traced her ribs like a roller coasters and made their way down to the sides of her hips before coming back up in the same fashion to the sides of her tits as his kisses descended her sternum. His cheeks brushed against her nipples as he pressed her tits against them. Turning his head to his left, his lips found an eager, stiffened nipple. He kissed all around it then used his tongue to carefully experience her taunt, wrinkled aureole. She encouraged him by placing a hand on his head, pulling him a little deeper into her soft tit. His tongue then went for the nipple. He circled and flicked it, at times just using the tip to press on it, like pushing a button, waiting for a surprise. He continued, turning his head from nipple to nipple, giving each equal time. Kristi's head rested comfortably on the couch cushion. Her fingers stroked Kurt's back and shoulders and played with his hair and ears. She loved what he was doing to her new tits, he being the first since her enlargement. He was sensitive and sucked her nipples with care, not rough or impatiently. Kurt lingered on her nipples a few more moments longer then moved down her abdomen, kissing and letting his warm breath bathe her skin. His hands tracked the undersides of her arms and sides of her tits as his mouth kept searching for her belly button. When he found it he used his tongue to run warm circles around it then darted in and out of it. She expected him to continue downward but he surprised her by coming back up to her tits. He had them pushed together again, her nipples touching each other and he took both into his patient mouth and sucked and tongued them at the same time. Kristi has one foot resting on the carpet. She moved it back up to the couch and between Kurt's thighs. She could feel his cock on her thigh and he felt long and very hard. She said nothing, only pressed her thigh into his crotch, acknowledging his still unseen cock. Kurt's foreplay progressed by his moving steadily back down Kristi's torso, past her belly button onto the fly and snap of her mound beneath them as he blew hot breath along her waist band. She lifted her crotch, placing pressure on his chin. Although Kurt was hot, rock hard and could almost taste her pussy, he reminded himself to take his time. Inch by inch his mouth moved closer to the pussy hiding beneath the crotch of her shorts but when nearly there he diverted to the side where his hot breath penetrated her shorts to the crevice between her thigh and pussy. His hands moved from her tits down to her abdomen as his mouth continued it's descent, down the inside of her left thigh where he encountered bare skin once again. His right hand came down over her left hip and continued down to her knee where he stroked the underside of it, as kisses traveled down the inside of her thigh. When his kisses reached the inside of her knee his left hand found the snap of her shorts. Kisses landed softly on her knee, then down her calf as the snap to her shorts popped quietly. He ran his hand back up the thigh as the zipper came slowly down, each tooth of the zipper distinctly clicking until the slide reached bottom. As Kurt's mouth reached her ankle his hands were running under the band of the shorts around to the sides. He began to tug and she lifted her hips from the couch to help. As the shorts lowered he discovered a pussy without panties and gorgeous ass. He lifted his head and pulled her shorts down and over her feet leaving Kristi completely and beautifully naked. That magnificent wet, partly shaved pussy was right ahead of him, ripe and ready for his taking, but he switched to the other ankle. His left hand held it steady while he kissed and tasted her skin making his ascension of her calve as his other hand traveled up her left thigh to the edge of her pussy. She twitched her pelvis slightly and let out a soft cry as his fingers traced the near to pussy lips crease, up to the top and over, down the other side then lightly across her pussy lips where his fingertips lingered only a second before going back the other direction. His kissing lips had made it to her knee where his tongue traveled the inside before he continued up the thigh. Kristi was in agony. No one had ever taken the time to explore her this carefully, this completely. Her pussy was getting soaked from her juices and had an ache from within the pit of her stomach. Her nipples were stiff and tingly as his hand traced and teased the triangle of her pussy. "Oh God, Kurt, please, eat me now, I wanna cum so bad, please eat me." Kurt kept inching up her thigh and as he got closer to her wanting pussy her took her right leg and positioned it over the back of the couch. Her left foot instinctively went to the carpet. Her pussy was spread before him in all it's swimming wet glory. His face was only a few inches from it. Moving his hand to it he tickled the outside edges as he gently blew his warm breath onto it. Then using his finger tips he delicately opened her lips and blew a directed stream of breath into it. His fingers then released. He took a deep breath of her aroma, umm, so sweet, he thought. He moved his mouth closer and his lips on her pussy lips and began to kiss them as is he were kissing her mouth. His tongue began to french her pussy, driving delicately between her lips, opening them, drinking her juices, darting playfully about before making it's way up. He discovered her coveted entrance and stopped to play awhile longer. Her hands at this excruciating point reached down and took his head, pulling his up higher and in closer. She wanted his mouth and tongue on her clit, no more fucking around. He sensed her frustration and went to work on the swollen clit pressed against his lips. He circled it and flicked with increased speed. Her hands pulled him tight against her pussy forcing him to take her clit into his mouth and suck at it as he tongued it. His hands went back to her tits where he took her nipples, squeezing and pulling them. She was becoming very vocal and her hips began to lift and twitch. Kurt opened his eyes to look at her face but found her head to be rolling from side to side as she uttered oh's and ah's and oh God's, edging closer to an orgasm. Her stomach muscles were beginning to spasm like waves on an ocean and Kurt knew she was close. He kept his pace knowing rhythm was most important at this point. She let go of his head and dropped her now clinched fists at her sides. Her hips lifted nearly off the couch as she cried out "Yes!" and burst forth in waves of orgasm with hips tense and quivering and pussy tightening like a vice beneath his chin. Kurt wasn't letting go of her clit until he was sure he had brought out all that this orgasm had to offer. Her pussy juices were dripping from her and her hip thrusting had coated his chin with thick pussy juice making it harder for him to stay in position. He orgasm slowed and subsided but to his surprise she made no signs or motions for him to stop, so he continued tonguing and sucking her clit. Her soft cries of yes and oh continued for a few more moments when the tensing began again in a second building orgasm, then "Yes!, God damn it, Yes!", she exploded again in an equally forcefully orgasm, grabbing at the couch cushions and cuming all over Kurt's face. This continued for a third orgasm before she finally pulled her clit away from his mouth. Her juices were thick on her pussy and inner thighs, he figured they would be on his mouth and chin as well. He got up and walked behind the bar to get a towel and wiped his face. "Could I use that when you're done?," she asked, not turning her head. "Of course, I'll get you a clean one," he replied. Kurt walked back to the couch and handed Kristi the clean bar towel. Lifting his drink he sipped, being polite as she took the time to clean herself up then dabbing the couch cushion. "Don't worry, it's Scotch guarded," Kurt told her. Kristi turned around and took her drink also. "Wow, you have technique," she said, "most guys think they do but your sure of yourself." She took another sip of her drink and placed it back on the table. "Let's see if I can return the favor," she said as she moved over on the couch to where Kurt was standing. She reached up and pulled down his zipper, reaching into his pants she ran her hand up and down his thickened cock then pulled down the waist band of his underwear and pulled it out. The cock head was damp from pre-cum. As she ran her fingernails along his shaft and over the head he began to grow and stiffen more until she had it hard and very thick. She admired the veins running along the sides and traced them, then ran her fingertips delicately around the circumference of the outermost thickness of his cock head. He wasn't overly long, maybe six inches but boy was he thick, she thought, and his cock head was larger than the thickness of his shaft. She believed his cock looked a lot like the many fake dicks she had seen in sex toy catalogs, it was perfect. Kurt has his eyes closed as she admired his cock with her eyes and fingers. His drink glass was tipped, about to spill over. He caught the mishap before it happened when she spoke, bringing him back to awareness. "We need to do something about these pants." Kurt placed his drink on the table after and quick drink and began to unbuckle his belt. "No baby, let me," she interrupted his hand with her own. Unbuckling his belt, his cock stood firm within inches of her. Another drop of pre-cum oozed from it's delicate tip and she took an index finger and spread it around his cock head making his entire cock jump and twitch with pleasure. She then unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his legs. Kurt stepped out of them and his slip on loafers. Next she slid her fingers around the sides of his underwear and slid them down and off. Not giving him a chance to sit down, her hand went right to the shaft of his cock. She spent no more time playing or admiring and went right to work with her tongue, cleaning the pre-cum from his cock head. Kurt closed his eyes as his knees weakened and his cock jumped under the tender softness of her tongue. She cleaned his cock head for what seemed like an eternity then used her tongue to circle the thick blue hued ring of it's circumference. Her hand on his shaft remained motionless, only to move his cock around in circles so her tongue could get all of him. His salty taste felt good on her tongue and like Kurt before her, she wanted not only his but her pleasure to last a long time. With the hand on his pulsing shaft she stood his cock up straight and began to run the tip of her tongue along the crevice of the underside of his head. This brought the first audible moan from Kurt. Hearing his approval, she continued this a bit longer before resuming the circling with her tongue only now she started at the outer thick ring and made her slow circular way to the tip. To her delight another gleam of pre-cum was waiting for her. Her tongue circles went up and down like a slow motion inverted vortex only on the cock head. Her freehand reached up and cupped his balls, his hair tickling her palm. Then she backed away "Mind if I just look some more?;" she asked. Kurt offered no reply, just standing there with his eyes closed. Kristi's eyes followed his cock from the underside at the root of this thickly swollen center vessel, it's engorgement of blood coloring it an almost light red with blue wispy highlights and a blue, pulsing vein near the surface, just beneath the delicate layer of opaque skin. At the top it ended where the pale circumcision scar began, then a tiny edge of skin leading to where the super delicate cock head came together. His cock head was a blueish purple. She admired it's largeness like a scoop of ice cream sitting atop a section of sugar cane. The opening in the blunt tip had a tiny blue vein just at the depression. The sides of his shaft were steel hard with a bumpiness like an irregular ladder that swept around and met in the center of the front of the shaft. All of this covered by the layer of opaque skin that easily moved up and down but not too far in either direction. It never failed to amaze Kristi how all this erotic hard, stiff manhood could feel so soft and delicate in her hand and taste so warm on her tongue. Kristi took Kurt's hands and pulled him around to sit down. She slid off the couch and crouched before him, his beautiful cock twitching in rhythm to his pulse. Grasping his hips she pulled him a little more towards the edge of the cushion. Using her palms she ran her hands up and down both sides of his cock from the thumb side at it's base to the tip on her pinky side. Kurt moaned and let his eyes close once again, dropping his head to the back of the couch. He wasn't thinking, only feeling. Kristi lowered her head and placed a firm but gentle kiss on the opening of his cock head. She let her tongue drop slightly and toyed with the opening. The kiss lingered and Kurt was well into a new sort of heaven. She retracted her tongue and at the same time sucked his cock head completely into her mouth. They both felt the warmth of each other which caused a shudder in each of them like a light clap of unexpected thunder would make one tense up. Lightly sucking his cock head she let her tongue run up and down the cleft then flicked it back and forth. She liked playing these lingering games with his cock, she was having fun with it while at the same time savoring its blends of tastes and reactions in her mouth. She was also loving Kurt's moans and twitching brought about by her playfulness. Feeling ready to move forward, Kristi circles the shaft with her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke the skin of Kurt's cock. Adding to that, as her hand stroked up, her mouth went down, as her hand went down, her mouth came up. Her mouth never traveled far beyond his cock head, she could tell he liked that. Her motions with mouth and hand were not fast or quick but even and pressured to give pleasure, not fast and orgasm designed. Kurt seemed no where near orgasm and Kristi like it that he was reasonably relaxed, as one could be while getting a blow job, and enjoying her. She would know when the tension would start to build too much. Kristi didn't not want that, just not now and not in her mouth, she wanted his beautiful cock in her wet, warm pussy. This sucking of Kurt's cock head and shaft stroking continued a while longer then Kristi found herself taking more and more of him into her mouth. As she was taking perhaps half of his thick saliva wet cock in her mouth her hand took to rest at the base, steadying his shaft and holding down his hair. His hips began to rise in involuntary reaction to his tightening ass muscles and Kristi knew he was inching towards cuming. She stopped her head and with a strong suck of her cheeks, slowly drew him out of her mouth. She looked up at his peaceful face. He was looking down and she asked quietly "May I sit on this gorgeous cock and fuck my pussy with it?" "Whatever you wish Kristi, that cock belongs to your desires." Kurt's reply was whispered almost and directed to the high cathedral ceiling. Kristi lowered her head one more time and kissed it before standing up. She placed one knee at a time onto the cushion beside Kurt's hips and leaned forward placing her hands on his shoulders. Her puss was positioned just above Kurt's rigid cock. Kristi lowered to touch him with her pussy lips then reached back and moved his cock back and forth against her lips, once again coated with her thick wetness before lowering herself more, taking in the head, squeezing, another inch or so, squeezing, half of him, squeezing, then finally all of his blood hardened thickness was pounding it's pulse deep in the warmth of her pussy, squeezing. She just sat there and exhaled "It's been so long and it feels so good." "Yes, and it's so very glad to be there," was Kurt's response. Kristi's ass began to move, not up and down but in circles and back and forth. She didn't squeeze Kurt's cock but simply let it ride back and forth and side to side against her pussy walls. Kurt reached out and cupped the cheeks of her ass, letting his hands ride in motion with those luscious cheeks. Her breasts, nipples hard with wrinkled aureole's, swayed gently above his chest. Kristi inched her knees forward on the cushion, driving Kurt's cock seemingly deeper and began to ride up and down on his cock. She brought him nearly out then back down. Her ass started moving slow but began to pick up speed and she squeezed him. It was not long before Kurt began to move his hips up and down beneath her, fucking her back. Kristi was now leaning forward, full against Kurt's chest, her breasts smashed firmly into his. They were fucking strong now and Kurt's cock was feeling the full, strong impact of her pussy. He moved his hands around to her hip bones and gently pushed back and down on them until he believed her clit had contact with his stroking shaft. "Yes, baby, Oh yes," he knew he had the right pressure and position as she whispered in his ear. With this stronger clit contact Kristi began to fuck harder and lifted her head. "Ohhh, yea, yea, Mmmmm, yea, cuming baby, I'm cumming, yea, Yes!, Ahhhh! Fuck.......me, Ah yea, fuck me Kurt! Kristi's orgasm was choking Kurt's cock and coaxing him ever closer to his own extremely close orgasm. Kristi's orgasm felt like tightly wrapped velvet around his now ever thickening cock head. Kristi rode him his full length then Kurt stiffened his arms and full length of his body, ramming his shaft fully into Kristi. He looked like a gymnast, his body as stiff as his cock from chest to ankles, his ass completely off the couch. He was going to cum as never before, he felt it deep inside his pussy soaked balls. "Ummm, that's right, Kristi, ride it, I'm about to explode," he nearly yelled out. Kristi then swiftly leapt off his cock and kneeled beside his stiff body. She took his wet, cum engorged cock into her mouth and with a sucking of her mouth and her hand stroking hard and fast finished the work began by her pussy. She felt cum squirt into the roof and back of her mouth, she swallowed, then a stronger stream and more squirts. She didn't let go, sucking and stroking until all of Kurt's cum was out, he shaking with orgasm, grunting and breathing deep, yes's escaped his lips. Kristi lay her head on his lower abdomen as his tower began to collapse and soften and his body relaxed back down to the couch. Almost together and with the same words they said "That was the best orgasm I've ever had." Kristi giggled a little, Kurt smiled and began to stroke her hair. They lay this way for several minutes. "How about I get us fresh drinks. I'm sure these are warm and watered down," Kurt softly said. "How about just a glass of water for me," Kristi asked, "Pussy and cum can be a taste treat but has an after taste. I could stand to rinse my mouth." "You got it," Kurt said. Kristi sat up and Kurt walked to the bar as Kristi admired his tight little ass. She loved how each cheek has a small depression in it with little dimples near the top center. Kurt fixed himself a short martini and Kristi a spring water. He poured the gin and tonics down the sink. Looking at the clock on the wall it read three o'clock. "Holy shit, it's three o'clock," Kurt exclaimed, taking Kristi's water to her, his martini almost to his lips. "You're kidding," Kristi reached for her water and said "thank you. Not only for the water but for great head and a remarkable fuck." "Thank you as well Kristi, for great head, a remarkable fuck, then more great head. I thought my cock head was gonna blow off." "Glad it didn't," Kristi wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Would you like to spend the night and maybe the weekend Kristi?" "Sounds fun, any particular plans for the weekend? Oh, I'll have to call in sick for tomorrow night though." "No, no plans, We can just play it by ear. I can cover your tips and pay for Saturday night if you like." "Now, that makes me feel like a whore." Kristi looked hurt as she said it. "I'm a dumb shit, I'm sorry, that was pretty insensitive of me. Please accept my apology and forgive my stereotypical inexperience." Kurt started toward her. He took her hand and said "Really, I'm sorry." "Ah, it's ok, I guess I shouldn't have reacted so strongly, but it just seems many men think dancers double as whore's, it gets sickening." Kristi looked into Kurt's eyes as she said this. "That shows how ignorant men can be," Kurt looked back with his weak explanation, but his apology was sincere. "Let's forget it, apology accepted." With that at least smoothed over Kurt offered a shower. Kristi accepted gladly, but with the insistence that Kurt join her. He ushered her to a bathroom that she had only seen in magazines. The large shower at one end had two shower heads. The hot tub at the other end could fit six easily. With her usual lack of modesty she sat down on the toilet and peed. Kurt excused himself, "I'll get us robes for after our shower." "Ok, hurry back," she replied, squeezing out the last few drops of pee. Kurt returned with two soft terrycloth robes and fresh towels. He pushed a single button on the wall near the shower and both shower heads began to flow with pre-set tempered water. They stepped in and embraced, standing in the middle of the stall, a spray of water showering them from both ends. Kristi leaned her head back to look up a Kurt. He bent down kissed her lips and she responded, pulling him in tighter, her hands moving down the small of his back, resting firmly on his muscular, trim butt. Kurt's hands roamed Kristi from shoulders to butt, up her sides, brushing her tits as he mover to her shoulders again. Their kiss broke, Kristi spoke first. "Your quite a fuck mister, probably the best I've ever had." "And your an amazing fuck," Kurt replied, "and that head job at the end, what a surprise." "I've never had a man cum so much, I almost had trouble keeping up with you." "Felt like a lot to me, you brought me to a level I have never been." Kurt was stroking her butt, the warm water splashing them both. "How about I wash you hair Kristi?" "I would like that," she answered, "and by the way, you can stop calling me Kristi, it's only a stage name." Kurt looked puzzled. "The owner picked it for me. My real name is Donna and he didn't think that would work." Kurt didn't respond right away, though it didn't make much difference he did like Kristi better. He reached for a frosted glass container behind her and pushed the pump. The shower began to fill with the aroma of Tea Tree Oil Shampoo. Kurt worked it into her hair. She turned around let the spray of warm water attack the front of her as Kurt shampooed her long hair. "Umm, that smells good, what is it?" she asked. "It's Tea Tree Oil," Kurt replied, "Don't ask me where it comes from, I don't know, I only know I like the way it cuts through my nostrils and makes my skin tingle." "This comes in a soap too?" Donna asked. "Yea, in a body wash. Rinse your hair and I'll lather you up with some." "That sounds like fun." She stepped full into the stinging shower spray, turning back around to rinse her hair from the back. Her scalp tingled and she ran her hands through her hair, getting all the shampoo out. Kurt reached for another frosted glass bottle of body wash. On looking back at Donna he took in her playful beauty. He wished he were the droplets of water running down her face and breasts, down her smooth dancer's tummy and into her pussy hair, lingering onto the insides of her thighs, being soaked into her skin, consuming her. He wanted to possess her as she was allowing the shower to. She stepped from the spray of water and over to Kurt. He turned her sideways and moved around to her back. Putting some body wash onto his hand he put the bottle on the shelf and began to soap her shoulders. The aroma of Tea Tree thickened as he washed them, moving around to high on her chest then down to her breasts, soaping each one, lingering, taking his time and loving the feel of each one under his hands. As he washed her nipples they began to harden and she stepped back slightly, her ass touching his dancing cock. She leaned her head back and let it rest on his chest as his hands went to her undersides of her breasts and down to her stomach. He paused just a moment to get more body wash on his hands. "This does make my skin tingle, it's very nice." She said in the interlude. "I knew you would like it," Kurt's hands went back to her stomach, making circles all over, going to her sides and slowly inching down to her navel where he circled it with one finger tip. After a long soapy session on her abdomen Kurt's hands were riding the tops of her thighs where the hip bone divides lower abdomen and leg, then light and slow into the valley where her pussy and thigh meet and beg the hand to touch. His thumbs extended to stroke and soap her triangle of trimmed course pussy hair as his fingers moved inward to the task of washing her pussy. She parted slightly, allowing his fingers the pleasure and feel of her pussy. She moaned and pressed back against his torso, his cock falling neatly into the upper cleavage of her ass, a marginal stiffening beginning to arouse in it. Kurt reached his soapy hand out to the shower spray, rinsing it of the Tea Tree Oil foam then returned it to it's righteous task. His middle finger started to stroke the inner folds of her pussy lips, easily slipping between them. He was cautious, not wanting to risk the Tea Tree Oil on her sensitive inner lips. His finger took strong strokes up and down her outer most portion of her inner lips before risking more depth. He began to feel a dampness that was thicker and more slippery than water, then slipped the finger in deeper, finding her delicious entrance. The finger slipped in to the second knuckle and he began to draw it in and out as Donna's purring penetrated his chest, inviting him to continue. He finger fucked her several minutes before withdrawing back to the bottom of her entrance. His finger slid up her pussy and found the tiny bump that would raise the level of intensity and began to circle it. Donna did not stop him, only whispered, "That's it baby, shower me with an orgasm." His finger added pressure and speed. His circles continued for the next few moments then changed to direct up and down strokes, the full length of his finger until her moans changed to tiny yes's again, getting louder as her knees weakened slightly and Kurt's free arm steadied her under her tits, holding her tight against his chest. She lifted her pelvis up and outward for Kurt's finger until orgasm added to the tingle of the Tea Tree Oil's sensation on her skin. "Umm, sometimes the smaller one's can be the most exciting. Thanks, I really enjoyed that." "The pleasure was mine Donna, all mine." Kurt lifted her softly from his chest and dropped to one knee. Facing her gorgeous wet ass, he soaped it, letting his hands slip and slide along the surface of her slippery skin. From there he washed each leg, down to the feet then stood back up, pulling her in close, letting her slippery body glide against his. Donna wanted to do the same for Kurt. She backed away from him and turned into the shower to rinse herself. Kurt reached for the shampoo and as Donna was enjoying the spray, shampooed his hair. He was in the opposite spray when she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest, beginning to play with his nipples. He could feel her firm breasts against his back and her damp pussy hair dripping at the bottom of his butt. She waltzed him away from the spray and reached for the body wash. Beginning with his back she soaped and washed the expanse of his shoulders and down the narrowing muscles to his hard waist. She began to wash his ass and took longer there than the whole of his back, soaping and washing each strong cheek, her hands covering each and tracing his dimples, moving in broad circles. Her fingers ran up and the crack of his ass several times before reaching under completely and cupping his balls, she soaped them, being careful with her sensuous fingers. To his surprise and delight, Kurt's cock began to stand up. Having never tried, he wasn't sure if he was capable of another orgasm this soon. Donna gathered soap in her hand from his back and butt, the reached around and soaped his cock. She began to stroke it, her whole hand wrapped about it's girth, soap accumulating in his dense pubic hair where she dipped her hand to re-soap his now stately, hard, slippery cock. Her hand would squeeze down as it ran over his cock head causing a shudder to run through Kurt's body. She enjoyed the feel of his cock in her hand, hardening more and more, it's slippery and sensitive cock head responding to her hand. She released his cock and turned him about. Cupping her hands, she gathered water from the shower spray and dumped it on his stiff, soapy cock and balls until they were all rinsed of soap. She then lowered herself to her knees, facing his beautiful, pinkish, not fully engorged cock. "Oh yes, another BJ," thought Kurt, but he was mistaken. With both hands she held him by the shaft and looked at his cock head, admiring. She leaned in and kissed it lightly, causing his cock to jump and pulse under her light grip on his shaft. Donna then took a hand away and gathered her hair over one shoulder, draping it over her breast in a loosely twisted fashion. She bent her head forward and wrapped this rope of hair loosely around his cock. It felt wet and stringy. She back her head away, her hair slowly pulling off his cock over it's head, her hand holding the loose dangling end of her hair to keep it taunt. "Oh God, ouuu, yea, that's great," Kurt moaned. She did this four or five times, slowly each time, letting the strands of hair wrap and pull over his now straining cock. "I wanna fuck again," she said, looking up at him. "From behind, doggy style." "Ok." Kurt agreed. He stepped to the stall door, opened it and reached for two of the four large towels he had brought in. He laid one of them full length on the floor and the other doubled over near one end. Donna got down on her hands and knees and Kurt moved in behind her, both of them with their knees on the folded towel. Kurt took his cock in hand and began to nudge and rub it against Donna's waiting pussy. She reached back and opened her lips for hm and he placed his bulbous cock head to her entrance and began to enter her. Once his head was buried, she pushed back and buried all of him into her. "Fuck me now, long and hard Kurt, fuck me," she said as she lowered her head to watch his balls swing against her. Kurt began to move his cock in and out of her smacking pussy, her wetness gathering around his balls again. He would draw himself out and slam back into her and soon she would match the thrusting, letting him withdraw them pushing her ass back as he slammed back in. Forgetting about his wildly swinging balls, she went down to her elbows and rested her head, lifting her pussy higher. Kurt's hands were planted firmly on her cheeks as he thrust deeply and hard into her pussy. Without warning her pussy clamped with force and she pushed back and came, each wave a strong contraction as his cock drove into her. Her tightened pussy felt warm and Kurt could feel himself cuming as well. She reached back and squeezed her pussy together with one hand to help Kurt along but found it not necessary as she felt hot spurts of cum filling her pussy. He continued fucking her until all was in her before he slowed down, his softening cock falling out of her on a final withdrawal stroke. "Oh, yea," he said, "great idea." "I love to fuck that way," she said, letting her body slip down to the floor. Kurt looked down at her fetal positioned, wet, orgasm spent body on the floor of his shower. She was beautiful, sexy, the best fuck ever, in his life. He laid down behind her, spooning in and held her around her waist. She smiled and said nothing, closing her eyes. They lay like this on the shower floor for several minutes. Donna opened her eyes and watched the forceful drops of water hit the hard ceramic tile, breaking apart like sparkling stars into a million more each. She patted Kurt on the hip and said, "Let's get up, I'm tired and would love some sleep." "Yea, me too," Kurt said, "besides, this floor is getting hard." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They didn't wake on Saturday until well into the afternoon. Kurt's eyes got a little wider as he looked at the digital clock on the night stand reading two forty-five P.M. "Man, what a night," he thought as he rolled onto his back. Donna was next to him, her ass within reach in the oversized king bed. He reached over and began to lightly stroke the soft skin on one cheek, moving his hand up and down the length of it. She stirred a little, offering a slurred "Good morning." "You mean good afternoon," he corrected, rolling to his side and running his fingers up the highlighted skin of her spine. Kurt has a piss hard which rubbed against Donna's ass as he scooted over to get closer to her. "You're ready to go again aren't you sweetheart?" Donna asked, feeling his cock head poking against her. "I don't know if I can," Kurt responded, "can you?" "Let me go pee and we'll find out, don't go away," she said, patting his hard-on. "I'm back," Donna said as she slipped back into bed. She rolled onto her side with her back to Kurt, her ass reaching out to find his hard cock. Kurt moved toward her, his thick cock running down the crack of her butt, past her anus to her lips. He paused there letting her lips kiss his cock head. She reached between her legs and felt his head with her fingers, "I think this cock wants some more pussy," she said as she took his shaft in hand and rubbed her pussy with his head until her wetness allowed him to enter. With her other hand she opened herself and moved the swollen cock head to her opening pulled on him, urging him to enter and fuck her again. He entered and began to fuck at a leisurely pace, Donna allowing his paced pleasure. She didn't squeeze or move, just allowed Kurt to move in and out. >From this position Kurt's cock head strongly stroked Donna's G-Spot as he fucked. She knew she would come easily and to help herself she reached between her legs and toyed with her clit as his cock rode in and out of her. Kurt was loving this, a new position he had not tried. He tickled the skin of her back as his hips drove his cock, keeping a nice even pace. That she was masturbating turned him on. He couldn't bury completely in her pussy from this angle but he liked it anyway. It felt like a ring of muscle just past her entrance was massaging his cock and it felt wonderful. Donna's hand soon began to work her clit at a stronger pace and he felt her legs and ass muscles tense up. "Oh, baby, keep fucking at that pace as I cum. I can feel it, it's close." Her pussy clamped and that inner ring tightened. He kept his pace and depth into her even as her pussy unleashed it's orgasm, her body experiencing every wave of it. Kurt was no where near orgasm. As Donna's orgasm came to an end she said "Stay inside of me as you roll me onto my stomach then fuck me hard, I love that." Kurt did as he was asked, pushing his cock as far into her as he could. He placed his weight fully against he and rolled her as she rolled to her stomach. Feeling himself about to fall out, he pushed in hard and she instinctively lifted her ass as he did. "Oh, yea, hard like that." Kurt came up onto his outstretched arms and began to pump forcefully into Donna. She lifted to allow deeper penetration as he pumped, harder and deeper. His balls were slapping against her wet, open pussy, making a slapping sound as they did. Kurt began to feel that familiar thickening in his pumping shaft of cum building and about to explode. Donna could feel it also and lifted as high as she could allowing his thrusting to slam deep into her. "Come on Baby, give it to me, cum into me, fill my pussy!" Donna was almost sweating. The with a powerful gush and a deep moan Kurt's cock released, squirting cum with each in and out stoke, Donna moaning, "Yes, that's it, good, all of it." He collapsed onto her, his balls aching from the slapping, his softening cock falling out. Her pussy burped a little air as he fell out and he rolled off of her. "That was the first time I ever came with a piss hard," he said through short breaths. "My ex never wanted to try positions like that. Wonderful, very strong orgasm." "And a lot of cum. I'm really leaking, I better go clean up." She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. After a few minutes Kurt had to pee like a race horse and made his way to the bathroom also. Donna was just finishing up with a wash cloth. "I really gotta pee," Kurt said as he entered. Donna moved out of his way and he stood to the toilet and lifted the seat. "Can I hold it while you piss?" Donna asked "Sure, I guess." Donna moved in behind Kurt, close, her pussy hair against his cheeks. She reached in front of him and held his pussy slicked cock over the toilet. A stream of pee burst forth, strong and yellow, changing the color of the toilet water. Donna moved it back and forth and in circles, having fun. She moved him left and right, at one point splashing a little pee on the floor. "Ops, sorry," she said with a giggle, "I missed." "It's ok, the tiles wipe up easily." Kurt smiled at the fun she was having directing his declining stream of pee. As it reduced to drops and appeared to have stopped she tapped his cock head with her index finger causing a few more drops to fall. Satisfied that he was empty she let it fall and said, "I've always wished I could just whip it out and pee any where. You guys are lucky, that was fun. Kurt reached down and flushed the toilet and put the seat down. "Mm, I feel better. Hey how about something to eat. We can find something here or go out, which would you prefer?" Kurt asked, assuming she was as hungry as he was. "Now that you mention it, starving, but I'm not real presentable for going out." She assumed, judging from his obvious tastes he meant going to a nice place. "You look great to me," he said, looking at her nude body appreciatively. "I meant my clothes silly," she smiled back at him. "So did I really, I would be honored to take you out to lunch, a movie and dinner in anything you want to wear." Kurt reached for a toothbrush and offered her a new one in the wrapper. "Care to clean-up before we go?" "Cool, a new toothbrush." She excitedly said. (((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((()))))))))))))))))))))))))) )))))))))))))))))))))) Kurt knew the restaurant he had picked would not be crowded this late in the day. Donna had not sampled Greek food and was willing to try and Kurt lived for it. The little place he choose near the local campus was Greek Foods Fit for The Gods, a small place for which her attire would be suitable and his craving satisfied. Donna ordered a sample platter of various Greek fares and a Greek Salad with lots of feta. Kurt requested the king size Yero platter with the spiced lamb. Conversation centered around each other's chosen professions and eventually Kurt volunteered details of his son's death and the divorce. He had no idea why he was telling Donna these things but talking to someone other that himself did help. "But enough about me, how did you get to where you are today?" Kurt pried, wanting to know more about Donna. He barely met her, yet had fucked her, spent the night with her, welcoming her into his home, but knew so little about her. Somehow he knew there was a story behind the blond who fucked him out of a depression. Donna admitted she didn't tell many people of her upbringing. It was not necessarily painful, just not very eventful. She had always wanted to become a dancer. Not an exotic dancer but more like a Grace Kelly or Ginger Rodgers. She had hoped to go to college and study dance, but in her words it just wasn't in the cards. She needed work after high school and hoped to start saving money but her alcoholic, dope smoking parents started charging her room and board from her grocery store job. A girl she met told her that if she wanted to be a dancer she knew where she could get a start and make more money. At first she was hesitant about nude dancing, she was not the type to do the dancing the girl was talking about. She declined her offer and stayed at the grocery for another year. "My parents were getting worse and after drinking and smoking up all my room and board started wanting to borrow money, even stooped to stealing my money when they could. I had to get out so I was willing to chance nude dancing in an effort to make more and get a place of my own." "I danced a few nights and management said I was OK but needed to do more sexy stuff. I talked to the other girls about that and one of them took me aside and showed me the ropes. But now I sort of like it. I know what sexy stuff means and how far I can go and still be safe, which types to show for and which to avoid." This topic was all well and good but Kurt wanted to cut to the deeper stuff like what's next, marriage, family, what happened to school, likes and dislikes. And above all, why did she choose to show for him. "Ok, there's the question," he interrupted her. "Why did you choose me to show for?" "I didn't really. I wasn't doing anything special the first night you were in The Club." "But you were dancing for me," Kurt said. "No, not at all. That was your impression," she offered. "I could tell that you were watching and were paying attention to me and what I was doing, dancing. You were not looking at me like I was animated meat. You like more what I was doing than what I looked like." "I liked what you like too," Kurt smiled, letting her go on. "I know, but my dance number and my body in motion is what you were watching. It's sexy I want to imply on stage, not sex itself. That's the art in dancing. It's like anybody can write a sex scene, but few can put together a scene that is truly sexy. Do you see what I'm getting at?" Kurt knew there was some intellect in this charmer somewhere. "Yes, I see what you mean, but by my next visit your were doing a lot more than just showing for me, I was tasting pussy and you were on my couch after the show." "Can't a girl have an attraction to a cute guy whose obviously interested in her?" Donna sounded irritated. "Yes, so I take it that's your answer, you were as interested in me as much as I was in you." "Yea, you know, most of the horny fuck's that come there wanna stick money in my pants in the hopes of getting in my pants, or just cop a feel. But they don't see the work involved, the practice or effort at choreographing a number down to the last note, they only see tits and wanna suck them and pussy and wanna fuck it or believe that for five or ten bucks they can get a blow job after the show. They think exotic dancers are strippers and prostitutes. I'll admit, some of them are, but I still have a goal, and that's to be a professional show girl." "You were different. I could tell by the way you watched my gig that you were different. And no, I don't fuck all the guys I'm attracted to. You were just different, that's all." Kurt wanted to see behind the dancer into the woman. It made him feel good that she was attracted to him. "How do you plan to go on with your goal?" he asked, changing the subject. "There's this good school in Las Vegas. It's real expensive but since I can't afford college anymore, I'd like to go there to learn dance, be a part of the big show, ya know." Excitement crept into her voice as she talked about the "big show." "But it's almost $8,000.00 for tuition plus transportation. It's part of one of the big casino/hotels and you live there. They teach modeling and make-up, costume, choreography and everything. Then they hire you for their show or help you find work." Kurt knew the excitement she felt. She wanted something badly just as he did when he got his first job out of college as a programmer for Microsoft but he wanted Bill Gates' job. He wanted to write and sell his own brand of software. He had greater means than did Donna, coming from a somewhat wealthy family. In his spare time he wrote an accounting program and worked in some extra bells and whistles like on line banking and stock market trading to save customers commissions. He licensed and patented it, sold it himself door to door and it took off. Today he wasn't Bill Gates wealthy but he didn't have to earn an income anymore. He knew how Donna felt because even though he was there and didn't have to work, he still loved the work. Kurt was about to suggest they go for a walk around the many shops in the area, then remembered, "Hey, don't you have to call in sick for work tonight?" "Shit, I forgot. I will if you want me to," she looked at him as she pushed her plate away. "Yes, I'd like you to spend the night again." But Kurt's mind was turning, he wanted to do something for Donna. "Listen, Donna, Las Vegas seems to excite you quite a lot. How about you call in, I'll leave a message on the machine for my secretary and we'll take a little trip." "A little trip, to where, Las Vegas! Are you out of your mind, that would cost thousands!" She couldn't believe her ears. "I couldn't even buy a one way ticket to Vegas." Kurt looked directly at her and in his most serious voice said "Please allow me to take you to Vegas and see a "big show," I want you to see one live. If we leave by eight we'll be able to catch a late one, relax tomorrow and Monday maybe you can talk to someone at the school you talked about. How about it Donna, let's go." Donna looked back at Kurt but could find no answer to give him. Until now she'd had only offers of local hotel rooms or dinner and a fuck. "I don't have anything to wear," she said as a tear fell. "I'd love to go to Vegas and see a live show but...." Kurt interrupted, "Let's take a walk and talk more about it." He motioned for the waiter who appeared right away and Kurt simply signed the check and gave the waiter a twenty dollar bill as he smiled and thanked him. "Oh, and can the lady use the telephone please?" The waiter nodded and disappeared. He returned shortly with a cordless handset, placing it next to Donna. "Make your call Donna, it's your grand opportunity, don't pass it up." Donna looked at the phone, wiped the tear with her napkin and picked up the phone. Kurt's face broke into a smile as she called in to work, faking a Idol moment. When she was through Kurt made his call along with a few others and his travel agent. They had three hours before take off and would be in Vegas by ten-thirty P.M. , west coast time. Leaving the restaurant they walked straight to a women's clothing store. Kurt told Donna to buy what she felt she needed for the plane and comfort dressing while in Vegas and an evening dress for the show. "Why are you doing this?" Donna asked. "Because I want you to be unforgettable. No please, we've only got a few hours till departure time." Donna gave him a long hug then waltzed off to find an employee. Kurt watched as she shopped and modeled dresses and shoes for him. He felt good, real good. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The flight to Vegas took off on time. Donna had never flown and was having the time of her life. "Hey, I have a great idea," Donna said. "And what would that be?" "Well, you go to the bathroom and in a moment, I'll come back like I have to go too, knock on the door and you let me in." Kurt looked at her devilish grin and asked "What are you up to?" "I read a story once about a blow job at 20,000 feet. You want one, sounds fun to me." There weren't many on the flight, maybe two dozen in all, several sleeping, the rest reading or working on their lap tops. "Sure, how could I turn that down," Kurt replied, putting his table in the upright position and leaving to the rear of the plane. He got to the restroom and locked the door behind him. "This girl's nuts," he thought to himself. Moments later came her knock at the door. "Ready Baby," she whispered, sliding into the small restroom. "Yes, you crazy woman, I'm ready." Just thinking about it was causing him to harden. Donna immediately dropped to her knees and reached for his zipper. She pulled in down quickly and reached inside his underwear reaching for his cock. She pulled it out and watched it grow, her hand helping by grazing over it's lovely head. She had her other on his shaft and loved feeling it grow in her hands. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick her tongue all over it, feeling his cock head enlarge in her mouth. Knowing not to spend too much time she began to suck as her hand began to pump his shaft. She could feel the head of his blood under her hand, his veins growing large on it's surface as though coming to life with her touch. Her powerful sucking on his cock head made Kurt shudder and moan his appreciation. Donna's eyes lifted to see his pleasure filled expression. She loved sucking cock because she loved the pleasurable feeling of a cock growing and pulsing with her care. The real excitement came when she felt it get thicker, butt muscles tighten and the head swell, knowing that orgasm was close and she had made it happen. When cum finally burst forth she became as excited as the cock she held and sucked, extracting all the salty semen, knowing it was relieved of pressure and satisfied from orgasm. Kurt's cock was very hard. She was sucking his head with a furry when she began to let her mouth ride up and down beyond the boundaries of it's head. Her hand lessened it's tight grip and began to stroke his steel hard thick shaft to as far as her mouth. Kurt pushed his hips back and forth a little and she allowed him this pleasure of fucking her sucking mouth and petting tongue. He was on fire and she knew it. "I'm gonna cum real soon Donna, just keep sucking." "I know," she was thinking, "Just let me have it." "Yea, real soon." Kurt began to moan quietly, "my cock is hot and filled with cum because of you. Here..... it..........is.....", he voiced almost too loud as his cum began to flow up his shaft and into Donna's eager sucking mouth. Feeling and tasting the first hot stream of cum, Donna's mouth went immediately to Kurt's spewing cock head to suck it all as her hand pumped it out. She wasn't stopping until he did, then wanted to hold him until his hardness returned to gentle softness. He softened almost completely in her hand and she very neatly tucked him away behind his underwear, then carefully closed his zipper. Wiping her mouth with a nearby piece of toilet paper, she stood back up. "How as that sweet man? I could tell you were into it, you came quickly." "Fantastic. You are so talented, powerful technique. I don't think I've ever cum that fast from a blow job." "I enjoyed it too, very much," Donna said. "We had best get back to our seats before we're missed. I'll go first, wait a moment then join me." "Good idea." Donna opened the restroom door and started back up the aisle to their seats. She passed by the flight attendant station and a female attendant was busy stocking a cart with snacks. She looked up and saw Donna and smiled a knowing smile. Donna smiled back saying nothing but the attendant was pointing to her own chin, indicating that Donna had something on hers. Donna reached to her chin with a finger and wiped away a drop of something. Looking at it she discovered it was a drop of cum. With the flight attendant looking right at her, Donna popped her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. "Just what I would have done," said the attendant, smiling with Donna. Donna made it to her seat and waited for Kurt to return with a very satisfied smile on her lips. Kurt returned also and they decided to nap for the short remainder of the flight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Las Vegas to Donna could have as well been the Land of Oz. They took a taxi from the airport to the hotel where Kurt's travel agent reserved a suite for four days. In the same hotel was a casino and two shows a night of dancing girls and a chorus line. Donna was beyond ecstatic and wanted to see both shows. They unpacked quickly as there was just enough time for a change of clothes and dinner before the first show. Donna put on her new blue evening dress. There was a rented tux waiting in the closet for Kurt. Tickets for the show and $1000.00 in cash were in an envelope in the inside jacket pocket just as the travel agent has instructed. The dining room was very elegant and Kurt talked with the Maitre d' then discretely passed him a one hundred dollar bill. He showed them to their table and son the wine steward produced a chilled bottle of Dom, popping the cork and pouring for Kurt's approval. He then filled two fresh glasses. As he put the bottle into the ice bucket he said "Your dinner will be served shortly, enjoy your evening. Kurt generously tipped the wine steward as well. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of ordering for us through the Maitre d'. I hope you like it." "What are we having?, I hope not lobster, I can't eat shellfish," Donna said. "I'd rather you be surprised, and nope, not Lobster, but I think you'll like it, it's one of my favorite dishes." "People here seem to know you, do you come here a lot?", Donna asked. "Yes, in fact frequently. It's my favorite place to come, Las Vegas that is, and unwind when life gets tough, blow some money and have a good time. By the way, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. It goes beautifully with your hair and fits perfectly," Kurt replied. "Thanks, that's the best was to get me out of it," Donna responded. Both laughed aloud and Kurt said "Later, there's a lot to do this evening in addition to that." "Like what," Donna asked. "Well, we have tickets to the show, then after the show there's gambling and drinking." Kurt watched her eyes as he talked, they were dancing. "Oh I can't wait for the show, I'm so excited." Donna's response to Kurt's evening line up was what she always dreamed of. A waiter arrived at their table with a cart of covered dishes. He bid them hello and uncovered a tray for Kurt's viewing, then a second. Kurt's nod indicated his approval then the waiter uncovered two warm plates. He cut the meat perfectly, placing a portion on each plate. From a gravy boat he poured sauce on the meat. From the second covered dish he placed a decoratively arranged portion of french cut green beans on the plates, seasoned them and added a different sauce. With an added garnish he placed the dinner before first Donna then Kurt. Kurt thanked him and the waiter disappeared. "Wow, that's a thick steak and I love green beans," exclaimed Donna. "I'm glad," responded Kurt, "but what you have before you my dear is Chateau Briand with Green Beans Elizabeth. It looks like filet minion but is veal, specially cut and prepared, the sauce is a champaign white sauce. The green beans are lightly steamed then sauteed in a clarified butter and red wine. The seasoning is added at the last minute and the sauce is a heavy cream with dill and rosemary, simmered to hot. Eat hardy." "Damn, how do you know about all this?" Donna asked with interest. "I used to want to be a chef but learned there were no holidays so passed it up." Small talk kept the evening dinner going smoothly, Kurt being careful of the time. They ended the meal with a Brandy Alexander then departed in just enough time for the show. As they sat waiting for the show to begin the remainder of the champaign arrived with fresh glasses. The show was beginning in a fanfare that had Donna wide and dreamy eyed as she watched. She was so taken and engrosses by the lighting, choreography and dancing. It was all she had read and dreamed it would be. When it was over, she leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek. He thought he felt a tear as her cheek brushed his. He had made her dream to see a Vegas dance show come true and felt very good about it. His mind went back to the first night he watched her dance in the too dark club and fell for her dancing. It's amazing how it all transpired to this evening in Vegas. "Hey, let's go gamble some money away," Kurt said, breaking the silence and bringing Donna into the present. "That was fabulous, absolutely fabulous. That's what I wanna be Kurt, a dancer like those girls, not what I'm doing now." "I know, and if you follow that dream, no matter what, you'll get there. Come on, the nights not over. Have you ever pissed away a thousand dollars?" "I've never had a thousand dollars," Donna said. "Well, doesn't matter. Let's get some chips and see how well you gamble," Kurt took her hand and off they went to the casino. They made all the rounds, to slots and roulette, some poker and black jack. Kurt was right, in about three hours they had managed to piss away nearly one thousand dollars but Kurt was as happy as he had ever been. They were both tired and decided to call it a night. They went back to their suite and Kurt very obligingly helped Donna out of her dress, he hung his tux carefully next to the dress and naked they crawled into the very large satin sheeted bed. Donna however was not that tired. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Kurt had rolled to his stomach and was talking about how he should have bet more that full house he had at the poker table. Donna had no beginners luck and lost hundreds, having made rounds to almost every game in the casino. She pulled the covers back and patted Kurt's butt saying "Poor Baby, that's a cool thousand down the tubes." He mumbled a slightly drunken reply as Donna climbed over him and sat on his butt. She began to run her hands up and down his back, massaging his shoulders and spine. He didn't feel tense, probably relaxed from the alcohol, but her hands did feel good. He could feel her pussy on the crack of his butt. Letting her continue her massage he asked her questions about the show and her excitement of it returned. This hotel/casino was the one she talked about that had the school, Kurt had planned it this way so she would have the opportunity to at least see the school and get some information first hand. Donna's pushing on his back was causing her butt to move back and forth on his, this was causing her clit to rub against his tail bone. He could feel the dampness beginning to form. He asked if she was getting a little excited as he lifted his hips a little and she said yes, that it felt very good. "Would you prefer I rub something else?, " she asked. "Yea, I could use a chest massage too." Donna lifted herself enough that Kurt could roll over. Once comfortable again she placed her pussy on his flaccid cock and her hands on his chest. His cock began to grow under her. Her hands manipulated his chest and as they did her pussy began to move up and down his crotch causing him to stiffen even more. She liked looking down at her pussy and seeing his cock head peek out from under her as she slid her pussy back. The feel of him under pussy caused her to go from damp to outright wet and his stiffness to clit stroking hardness. She began to exert a pressure as she increased speed and found herself on the verge of orgasm. Kurt was enjoying the feel of her pussy practically masturbating him and closed his eyes to enjoy this when Donna began her chorus of moans and subtle cries. He looked at her, her head held high, her tits swaying with the motion of her ass. She was about to cum so he lifted his hips to help in a mock fucking. With one final "Oh, God," Donna burst into orgasm, her hips jerking and gyrating on the cock beneath her. "Come up her," Kurt said as her orgasm finished. He reached for her hips to pull her up and to his mouth. She walked on her knees keeping her pussy on his skin as he made her way up his torso to his face. When she arrived Kurt took a deep breath of her, his nose being tickled by her pussy hair. He placed his hands on her ass, grasping each cheek as his tongue licked up and down her pussy lips. She reached down and opened them for him, exposing her reddened clit for his tongue. He licked straight up the middle, his broad tongue crossing her clit until the tip of his tongue rested on her clit. He began to roll it around and up and down, increasing his pressure. His chin began to fit snugly into her open pussy, coated with her wetness. As his tongue worked her clit, he began to suck it and his hands migrated to her tits, his fingers on her nipples. It didn't take her long to cum again, complete with smashing her pussy fully onto his mouth and loud cries of approval. "Let's go for something different," she said as she moved down to his chest. "Ok, what do you have in mind?," Kurt asked. "I'll show you." Donna got off Kurt's chest and turned around. She moved herself down until she was poised above his upright, hardened cock. She reached back and teased her head of it with her fingers before rubbing it against her pussy. As she lowered herself, he slipped easily into her wet warmth. "How's the view from there Kurt Baby?," she asked as she began to move her ass, sliding his cock in and out of herself. She moved slow and deliberately so Kurt could see himself disappear and reappear, her parted pussy and ass gobbling his cock. Donna was able to reach back and play with his balls as she fucked for his viewing pleasure. As the sensation of Kurt's full cock pumping into her pussy increased, she moved her hand from his balls, placing her index finger on her clit. She stroked with the full length of the finger, bringing herself to another full force orgasm that choked Kurt's cock causing him to cum as well. He watched as his cum oozed out her pussy and was smeared over him by the up and down movement of Donna. "That was great," Kurt said as Donna lay herself down between his legs. "Um, yes, wonderful," Donna agreed. Both found themselves yawning and tired from a night of the show, gambling, drinking and fucking. Donna came back up to her pillow and Kurt held her as they fell asleep. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Kurt opened his eyes and almost panicked. He quickly reached for the phone and called the desk for a time check, nine-thirty a.m., the pleasant voice said. Kurt thanked the clerk and hung up then went to the bathroom to pee. While peeing, Donna quietly came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "Good morning great lover, how are you?," she asked, resting her head against his back. She startled him a little and caused his pee stream to stop. "I'm good, wonderful lady, how are you?," he strained a bit and got his pee going again. Her hand traveled down his stomach and rested on his pubic hair where she stroked with her fingers. "What time is it," Donna asked. "Nine-thirty, we have an hours and a half before out appointment this morning." "Appointment, what appointment. Oh no, we're not getting married, not in a cheesy Las Vegas Chapel anyway." Donna was smiling behind her surprise. "Not that I wouldn't want to baby, but I'm not ready for that so soon," Kurt assured her. "We have an appointment on the 17th floor at eleven o'clock." "What are you talking about Kurt?" "You'll see, want some breakfast, I can call down and have it brought up?" "Do I have to torture you with a long slow blow job to get it out of you, where are we going?" Kurt smiled and turned around. "I promise, you'll like it," he hushed her with a quick soft kiss, a hand on her ass. "Breakfast?" "Yes, do I have time to shower?" Donna sort of huffed away to her backpack for a toothbrush and toiletries. "Yea, plenty of time, I'll call down for breakfast, do you trust me to order?" "I'm not sure I trust you for anything since your keeping me in such suspense, but I guess you can, just keep it light, Ok?" "Ok," Kurt replied and picked up the phone to order four croissants, strawberries and chocolate-strawberry flavored coffee. He lay back down on the bed. Donna was standing in the bathroom doorway looking at him smiling. "You are something you know. A wonderful person, great lover and have a beautiful cock." At that Kurt reached down and waved his cock at her. She laughed and turned to head to the shower. "You've got a great ass," Kurt said, returning her compliment. She wiggled it at him as she opened the shower door and turned on the water. Once it was hot enough she stepped in and began to soak her hair. The hot water felt good running down her body. She began to shampoo her hair and after rinsing it, switched to soaping her body. She was washing her pubic hair where she liked to make soap foam-up. It felt good. Knowing she had time she let a finger dip into her pussy to finger her clit. Kurt lay on the bed watching Donna, the shower door obscuring but not hiding. It was a very erotic show, he enjoyed it and his cock gave her a standing ovation. A knock came at the door just as Donna finished her self love and shower routine. Kurt got up and put on a robe. He closed the bathroom door as she exited the shower letting her know breakfast had arrived before answering the knock. Kurt tipped the delivery girl and wheeled the cart into the room just as a dripping wet Donna came out of the bathroom, her hair rolled up into a towel. Water droplets were running down her breasts and clung to her pubic hair, he wished he had a camera to take a picture. He thought how nice that shot would be for the wallpaper on his desktop. The breakfast was warm and it's aroma made them realize how hungry they were. They sat and ate in their nudity, making small talk about the money they lost and the show. Donna asked when their flight back was and Kurt said Tuesday afternoon. There was plenty of time for fun. Once breakfast was completed Kurt suggested Donna put on the pants outfit he bought her and to do her hair and face real nice. It was then she remembered she forgot make up. "No problem," Kurt said. "We'll have a beautician from the downstairs salon come up." He made the phone call then told Donna he needed to go downstairs to get more money. "The beautician will be right up so you might want to put your robe on." "Ok, sweetie, it's been a long time since a beautician has done my hair and face." Kurt dressed and left the room just as the beautician arrived. He went down stairs and outside to the nearest bank to get a large cash withdrawal on his credit card. From there he went to the 17th floor of the casino and talked with the manager of the dance school. Returning to the suite the beautician was on her way to the elevator and Kurt stopped her and gave her a one hundred dollar tip. He entered the suite and Donna was standing by the closet in bra and panties getting ready to put her pants suit on, her face and hair perfect. "Ah, what a beautiful sight," he said. "We have fifteen minutes till our appointment." "Where are we going?" she asked as if she thought he would tell her. "You'll see," he was not about to give up the surprise. With five minutes to go they were in the elevator going down to the 17th. The exited the elevator and Kurt took Donna's hand. "Get ready, here comes another dream come true. They walked to room 1701 which was an office suite. Donna decided this whole floor must be offices as the doors were fewer and each had a plaque on the left side with various names and designations. Kurt opened the door to 1701 and let the receptionist know they had an eleven o'clock appointment with the manager. He purposely hid the door plaque from Donna. "Come in please and sit down," the receptionist said, "Darrell will be right with you." "What is this place?" asked Donna. "Hello, good to see you, Oh, you must be Donna. Well Kurt was absolutely right, your fabulous." "Donna, this is Darrell Collins, owner and head dance master of Casino Royale, School of Modern Dance." Donna's mouth fell open, she shook Darrell's hand then turned and gave Kurt a big thank you hug. "Darrell has agreed to show you around and let you meet some of the dancers and instructors." Kurt told her. "Yes, and we're going to have just so much fun," Darrell added. "Now, Kurt you just go gamble or something and leave Donna to me, she'll be fine. And Oh, you must do something about those shoes, like loose them," he said laughing. "Thanks for the advice Darrell, I will." Kurt kissed Donna on the cheek and told her to have fun and that they should meet in the suite whenever she was ready. He was going to take a nap after some gambling and lunch. "And maybe some girl watching," Darrell added. About six o'clock Donna entered the suite to find Kurt fast asleep on the sofa, the television on. She sat down on the floor and began to play with his hair to wake him. He opened his eyes slowly and smiled at her. "How was your afternoon Donna?" "Miraculous, simply miraculous. He toured me, introduced me, let me join with students in the classes, it was so much fun. How was your afternoon?" "Well, I broke even at craps, grabbed a salad and came up here and crashed. See, I told you you'd like your appointment." "Your so wonderful, so wonderful," Donna kissed him then suggested dinner, she was starved. "I'll bet you are," Kurt said. I've reserved a table for dinner at eight and the show at ten, can you wait that long or shall I order you a snack." "Oh, I think I'll just wait. Do you mind if I nap?" she asked. "No, not at all, gives me a chance to nap longer, I'll call the desk for a wake-up call." Donna stripped down to panties and lay on the bed, she was soon snoring lightly. The phone rank at seven thirty. Kurt answered and thanked the desk clerk. Donna woke at the sound of the phone, stretched a big wide stretch, her breasts had squiggly lines from where they were pressed into the bedspread. They were both coming out of the haze of napping and exchanged little conversation while getting ready for dinner and the show. "Your absolutely beautiful tonight," he said as the were about to leave the suite. "And you wear a tux quite well," she returned. They were seated at their table and ordered drinks. After a few moments passed in conversation about Donna's afternoon, dinner arrived. They ate leisurely and had an after dinner drink before the show which Donna was very excited about. After the show they wearily went back to their suite. Both agreed they were too worn out from the last two nights for sex tonight and went to bed early. Donna fell asleep in Kurt's arms .. +=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+ Donna woke the next morning to find Kurt not beside her. Instead she found a long note and a thick envelope on his pillow. She read the note. Dear Unforgettable; On purpose, there was only one return trip ticket. I brought you to Las Vegas for two reasons. One is because I like you very much and wanted to show you a wonderful time. The second: I can't help but remember when someone gave me a big push and break in life. Today I am young and wealthy thanks to that push and break. I want to give that same push and break back, to you love. I have enrolled you in the Dance School. It's all paid for. Darrell will help you settle in (don't worry, he's gay). You will be a resident student which is part of the paid tuition. All you have to do is make the choice. In the envelope you will find $15,000.00 in cash. If you stay away from the tables it should Last a long while. The other side of your choice is to buy a plane ticket back home. If that is your choice, keep the change. I truly want to see your name in lights and on a school or club of your own someday. You have the talent and brains to do it, so I hope you make the right choice. Thank you for a wonderful time, for making fantastic love to me and for the pleasure of being a small part of your life. Good Luck Donna. Kurt Donna was dumbfounded, could not believe her eyes as she finished reading Kurt's letter. She could go to school just like she always dreamed and get a fresh start away from exotic dance into real dance. She lay her head down on her pillow and began to cry. 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