Straight Female / 33
One Year, When I Was 22
Fridays were the day that the work group went to happy hour. It was my first time and it was obvious that some in the office had things going on. A guy called a girl over to 'sit on his lap and see what came up'. She sat on his lap and worked her butt into his crotch. There was lots of kissing and making out. And as the night went on some couples peeled off to go home together. I didn't feel lonely or shut out, I was mesmerized by all the public expressions, including girls measuring up guys when they got hard. I went home that night and for the first time I needed, as in needed, to masturbate. I got out my friend from my earliest days, a g*ft from my Aunt Sarah to keep me company in the night, and I went for it until the big O went off like a bang.
It was my first experience with voyeur sex, watching people and it turned me on like nothing had ever turned me on. In a conversation later, with one of the girls that is a happy hour regular, she asked me if I needed an introduction to someone to keep me company and keep me happy, I told her that frankly watching had been the most fun that night. And told her about going home and getting it on with my handheld friend. She laughed and said she liked watching too, and she liked skin, she was a 'tit' girl herself. Why didn't I join her and we would go to this strip joint and get a girl to lap dance for us.
On Friday instead of going to the happy hour with the crew we went to this strip club that is advertised on billboards up and down the highway, where truckers are welcome. She knew the bouncer at the door and she knew one of the dancers and she knew the cashier at the bar. She had been a dancer there before her tits 'played out' on her and she had to get a 'real' job. She asked for this one girl, Laura, who she said had the best tits the place, and Laura came and sat with us and her tits were all over the place. My coworker wasn't shy and cupped Laura's tits and asked for a kiss. When Laura did her table dance, her tiny little thong barely staying in place, she leaned over on me with her tits in my face, and my coworker kissed up her thong, and rubbed her nose where the sun don't shine. Laura was her lover and they lived together.
The dancing girls in the dark didn't do that much for me, I looked at the men, the truckers holding their dicks in their hand. She told me that you could tell if a girl was been offered extra tips for a hand job because her friend danced out front while she gave the man what he wanted, and sometimes it involved a BJ. We stayed at the strip joint all night, watching the girls work the floor and get the men to buy drinks, and letting some men touch them (big tippers had that privilege) and Laura came around and got a kiss and a hand up her thighs and she rubbed my face with her tits.
That night, I didn't go home, I went home with my coworker and her stripper Laura. They made love in front of me and asked me to get in, I ate pussy for the first time and had two girls with their tongues in my holes. I woke up naked between two girls and a headache from the Tequila. Nothing was missed, we took turns watching, we took turns playing with hand held toys, we had sex until it was light outside. We showered and had some breakfast and I got to know Laura. She had the same old story, young running away from her neighborhood, could make more money showing her tits than she could working as waitress. And she met her girlfriend there, so it turned out to be a good thing. And no, she never wanted a boyfriend.
I became a regular with them and their friends. Some were strippers, others worked tables, and one was an 'inside' girl like myself, worked in an office. I suppose since we were both similar and of the same age after a few false starts we were sleeping together. My first girlfriend and steady girl to make love with. She came to the group because when she moved to town she lived with a cousin who danced at the club. It seemed to me that all the girls who danced had girlfriends, but maybe that was the sample that I was meeting. My girlfriend and I went to certain clubs where there was lots of dancing and we liked to watch the girls dance and talked about which one we would take home with us. We never did, when it was time to go home, we wanted to get in bed and make love together. We had become true girlfriends, confessing to love and getting old together.
Life has things that you don't expect or know how to handle. One day my girlfriend was serious and told me she was pregnant. Seems that a certain guy at work had gotten into her pants and she had decided to marry him. My heart was broken, but I couldn't blame her, he was a good catch for a girl and he seemed to want her. My turn came a little over a year later, A man from work, looking for a girlfriend. I married him and moved with him to a posting in Malaysia.
It was my first experience with voyeur sex, watching people and it turned me on like nothing had ever turned me on. In a conversation later, with one of the girls that is a happy hour regular, she asked me if I needed an introduction to someone to keep me company and keep me happy, I told her that frankly watching had been the most fun that night. And told her about going home and getting it on with my handheld friend. She laughed and said she liked watching too, and she liked skin, she was a 'tit' girl herself. Why didn't I join her and we would go to this strip joint and get a girl to lap dance for us.
On Friday instead of going to the happy hour with the crew we went to this strip club that is advertised on billboards up and down the highway, where truckers are welcome. She knew the bouncer at the door and she knew one of the dancers and she knew the cashier at the bar. She had been a dancer there before her tits 'played out' on her and she had to get a 'real' job. She asked for this one girl, Laura, who she said had the best tits the place, and Laura came and sat with us and her tits were all over the place. My coworker wasn't shy and cupped Laura's tits and asked for a kiss. When Laura did her table dance, her tiny little thong barely staying in place, she leaned over on me with her tits in my face, and my coworker kissed up her thong, and rubbed her nose where the sun don't shine. Laura was her lover and they lived together.
The dancing girls in the dark didn't do that much for me, I looked at the men, the truckers holding their dicks in their hand. She told me that you could tell if a girl was been offered extra tips for a hand job because her friend danced out front while she gave the man what he wanted, and sometimes it involved a BJ. We stayed at the strip joint all night, watching the girls work the floor and get the men to buy drinks, and letting some men touch them (big tippers had that privilege) and Laura came around and got a kiss and a hand up her thighs and she rubbed my face with her tits.
That night, I didn't go home, I went home with my coworker and her stripper Laura. They made love in front of me and asked me to get in, I ate pussy for the first time and had two girls with their tongues in my holes. I woke up naked between two girls and a headache from the Tequila. Nothing was missed, we took turns watching, we took turns playing with hand held toys, we had sex until it was light outside. We showered and had some breakfast and I got to know Laura. She had the same old story, young running away from her neighborhood, could make more money showing her tits than she could working as waitress. And she met her girlfriend there, so it turned out to be a good thing. And no, she never wanted a boyfriend.
I became a regular with them and their friends. Some were strippers, others worked tables, and one was an 'inside' girl like myself, worked in an office. I suppose since we were both similar and of the same age after a few false starts we were sleeping together. My first girlfriend and steady girl to make love with. She came to the group because when she moved to town she lived with a cousin who danced at the club. It seemed to me that all the girls who danced had girlfriends, but maybe that was the sample that I was meeting. My girlfriend and I went to certain clubs where there was lots of dancing and we liked to watch the girls dance and talked about which one we would take home with us. We never did, when it was time to go home, we wanted to get in bed and make love together. We had become true girlfriends, confessing to love and getting old together.
Life has things that you don't expect or know how to handle. One day my girlfriend was serious and told me she was pregnant. Seems that a certain guy at work had gotten into her pants and she had decided to marry him. My heart was broken, but I couldn't blame her, he was a good catch for a girl and he seemed to want her. My turn came a little over a year later, A man from work, looking for a girlfriend. I married him and moved with him to a posting in Malaysia.
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