Renée’s First Lap Dance
"Damn honey, you look beautiful!" Renée thought as she stood looking at herself in the mirror. Renée stood admiring her long shapely legs. The black skirt she was wearing was short, but not obscene. Her satin blouse teased her breasts, provoking her nipples to erection. She was not wearing panties or panty hose. She was not slutty, but definitely sexy.
She ran her fingers briefly through her short brown feathered hair, giving herself a stylish 'mussed' look, without appearing as though she'd just gotten out of bed. She allowed her hands to roam down her sides caressing the soft silky material of her matching blouse, seeing her perky nipples responding to her own touch, giving each a brief, very brief self-caress, giggling inwardly as they responded.
Renée was excited and nervous. She and her girlfriend, Donna were headed to a nightclub, one that had been highly recommended, mostly because the women who danced there were a cut above the rest. But she was nervous for another reason, they were going so that she could experience her first lap dance. It started as a joke, but as Renée and Donna talked about lap dances, she became more and more interested in having the experience. She wrote erotica after all, so she thought of this as useful research. She wasn’t expecting anything erotic; still, her nerves jangled.
Though still busy, the club was far from being packed. A beautiful fair-skinned woman with a mane of fiery red hair stood on stage, sensually gyrating in a slow-motion dance as many of the patrons sat watching her as though hypnotized. Renée's girlfriend guided them towards a secluded back booth. And though well away from the stage itself, still allowing a perfectly unobstructed view of the dancers. Several dancers mingled amongst the members, some sitting with them, others appeared to float from table to table.
They had ordered their drinks from one of the scantily clad waitresses, though not a dancer. For the dancers though free to mingle, did not serve in that capacity. Their job was to keep the customers drinking, engage in seductive naughty talk if they felt like it, and offer lap dances to those who they aroused enough to want one.
And then a voice. "Hi, my name's Danielle," she had said. "First time here?"
She was as tall, if not taller than Renée. With long flowing dark hair, that perfectly framed her oval shaped face, eyes that appeared as burnt almonds, sensually penetrating as she looked first briefly towards Donna, before returning, then staying on her. Renée’s heart began to pound.
Danielle's skin was nicely tanned, a faint sheen of perspiration giving a glow to her near flawless skin. She had just finished her set moments ago, somewhat breathless, though sounding more like she'd just crawled between Renée’s legs and was kissing her there. Which now, Renée found herself thinking and wondering about.
"Yes," Donna answered for them. Which Renée was glad for as she'd not as yet found her own voice. She was still staring at this incredibly beautiful creature, surprised that she could feel lust, desire towards another woman, something she had never experienced to quite this degree before. "Would you care to join us?" Renée stammered.
Danielle summoned a waitress over to them. It was after all part of the job. Even if she was unable to convince someone into having a lap dance, then drinks were at the very least required before any of the dancers could join one of the patrons at their table.
Renée expected Danielle to swing around the booth, sitting down next to her girlfriend. But Donna nodded toward Renée. Renée was surprised when Danielle slid in next to her. And when she did, Renée felt a tickling wave of excitement race through her. Danielle didn't just sit, nor keep any kind of respectable distance between them either. Almost from the start, as they talked, they became friendlier, laughing and enjoying their drinks together. Danielle's long slender leg remained in constant contact with Renée's. Moving, subtly perhaps, but moving, caressing without being too obvious. Occasionally over a shared comment or joke that made them laugh, Danielle would allow her hand to drop, allowing it to linger briefly, all too briefly upon Renée's exposed thigh. Sometimes a simple touch, fleeting as though it had never occurred. But then others, when her hand lingered, a slight upward stroke, gentle, teasing, then just as quickly disappearing as though she had burned her hand.
Which by Renée's way of thinking, she had, because she was on fire.
They had spent the better part of an hour merely sitting there together. Renée was surprised that the time had passed so quickly, stunned when Danielle announced it was time for another set.
"Will you ..." Renée caught herself beginning to say, "Come back when you're done?"
Danielle smiled, leaning over giving Renée a soft lingering kiss. "If you'd like, yes!" she whispered quietly into Renée’s ear. At that same moment, she felt Danielle's hand teasingly graze the side of her breast. Once again, just a tease ... nothing bold or obvious.
Mesmerized, Renée and her girlfriend sat staring at Danielle as she began the first of three sensual numbers on stage. To Renée, it was as though she was witnessing the private moments of a woman who had just found a new lover, though not having made love, yet excited, yearning and still wishing for more. As she danced, her hands gliding up and down her lithe form, Renée could picture her own hands doing the same.
She hadn't even realized until her girlfriend whispered to her, that her own hand had slipped between her legs. "Exciting isn't she?" she said, grinning, then looking down as Renée openly felt her wetness, surprised at her own boldness even though the likelihood of anyone having seen her do that was remote. "God yes ... she is!"
"So? Is she the one?" Donna left the actual question unspoken.
Renée barely hesitated, and then answered breathlessly. "Yes ... yes, I think so."
Danielle wore what seemed to be an elegant evening dress that you would easily find someone wearing at a cocktail party. Covered in hundreds of tiny sparkling chaff, the lights flickered upon it, giving her the look of a universe suddenly exploding into existence as the lights on stage died, then abruptly coming up again, though more focused, more directed upon her as she moved in and out of the light. And as she did, as she seemed to disappear into nothingness momentarily, suddenly reappearing, Renée found herself holding her breath for as the lights came up yet a third time, now bathing her in an erotic red glow, Danielle was nude.
"Oh God!" Renée exclaimed, her hand immediately covering her mouth in surprise as though the next words might sound orgasmic in nature, which in truth ... might very well have been. She heard her girlfriend chuckle, her eyes smiling their approval as she glanced towards her, feeling somewhat embarrassed, guilty that her inner emotions and desires had forced their way to the surface before she could have acted in controlling them. “I’m finding this whole experience a lot more erotic than I anticipated.”
"You want her, don't you?" Donna pressed, as she slipped beside Renée. Renée took her hand, guiding it downwards between her legs where she openly probed the recess of Renée’s fully exposed, fully available sex, finding it liquid, heated, and in need. “Hmm … I like you like this” Donna whispered in Renée’s ear.
By the time Danielle had finished, Donna had nearly brought Renée to the point of orgasm twice. Stopping just short, so fully in tune with Renée's pleasures, letting them linger on the edge, before easing back before she could boil over into climatic bliss.
For a moment Renée feared that Danielle might not return. She had disappeared off stage without immediately reappearing. Renée sat scanning the area in search for her, worried, nervous that perhaps she'd moved on, knowing that others were feeling the same intensity of emotion that she was. She felt a flood of relief wash over her when several minutes later Danielle approached, though no longer wearing the outfit she'd been wearing. Instead, she wore what appeared to be a simple, yet form-fitting tank top with a skirt that was too short to be seen in public. Danielle approached their table, but rather than sitting down, she merely extended her hand towards Renée.
"Come," she said simply. And Renée stood. The mere touch of her hand as their fingers entwined sent a shiver of bumps as her flesh to prickled in tingly anticipation.
There was another area set aside specifically for lap dances. Danielle led her to it, finding a large comfortable chair that was at least two chairs away from their nearest neighbors. Danielle eased her down into the seat. Renée had no idea what to do with her hands. Funny, she thought; she wrote about this stuff all the time, and now, faced with the real thing, she was flummoxed. As she sat there thinking about it, Danielle slithered up into her lap. As though having a mind of their own, Renée’s hands reached, drawing Danielle towards her. She came willingly, just as expectant perhaps, certainly as excited as she was. This was no act, this was no 'on-stage' performance. And though there were a few on-lookers yes, Renée somehow blocked every one of them out of her mind.
Danielle sat facing her at first. Renée felt Danielle's soft breasts against hers, then Danielle arched her back ensuring that her nipples grazed those of Renée’s before slithering back, then up doing so again.
The skirt Renée wore had a slit along one side, as she sat, it naturally parted revealing even more of her upper thigh. Danielle now began running her hands in exploration between Renée’s legs. A new wave of tingles coursing up and down Renée’s spine, goose bumps exploding like a thousand specks of erotic energy, searing her flesh, intensifying in response to Danielle's wandering touch as first one, then two fingers brushed casually, almost too casually against the outer folds of her delicate wet lips.
"Oh God," Renée heard herself moaning, in a voice that didn't sound like her own, as though belonging to someone else entirely until she heard herself moaning once again as another, then another finger probed, and her legs opened more. Danielle had leaned into her once again, so smooth in her routines. As she did, Renée felt the hard tips of Danielle's breasts actually brush her cheek and she realized Danielle’s breasts had somehow been bared as they kissed daintily, quickly, moving away before Renée could seek either of them out with lips or tongue. Danielle’s skirt had ridden up to her waist and she began to sensually slide her pussy back and forth on Renée’s thigh. Danielle closed her eyes and Renée felt her thighs slicked as Danielle’s pussy began to juice.
"Fuck!" Renée moaned audibly, not caring now who heard her, or what they may have thought if they had. “God, you’re so wet!” “It’s you baby; you’re the hot one” Danielle whispered as she leaned in once more to again nipple-tease Renée's face in passing. Renée reached up with her hands, taking Danielle's breasts fully within each, surprising her briefly, then completely as she all but sank her teeth into the dancer's exposed neck, nipping at her, hearing Danielle moan in uninhibited surprise.
As Renée caressed the hard taut nubbins of Danielle’s twin eraser sized nips, rolling each between thumb and fingers, Danielle eased the tip of her finger between Renée's lips, locating swiftly the like-sized pearl that lay swollen, exposed, inviting. She allowed the sharp edge of her fingernail to lightly nick it, neither causing pleasure, nor pain ... just an intense sensation of sensitivity that rushed through Renée's being like wildfire, escalating the ever-growing passion. Renée’s juices now flowed freely from between her legs.
"You want to get serious about playing?" Danielle asked. "We do have 'private' rooms, but they cost ... and only the two of us may go in," she explained hotly. "I don't ..." Renee' began,
"Will this cover it?" Donna asked grinning. Danielle nodded, accepting the cash, once again taking Renée's hand into hers leading her to what appeared to be a small flight of stairs where a burly looking bouncer stood barring entry. As Danielle approached, he stepped aside unclasping a rope that served only as a reminder against ******** entry, allowing them both to pass before securing it behind them.
"Have fun with your research," Renée heard Donna call out, turning back briefly to look into her face as she stood below smiling.
The room was spacious, soft lights bathing it in a surreal glow matching the slow sensuous beat of music that seemed to be emanating from everywhere. A single large chair, more bench than mere seat, sat as the primary focus of the stylishly decorated room. "Go ahead, get as comfortable as you like," Danielle told her. Renée crossed to the bench sitting down. The extra padded cushions comfortable as well as interestingly warm. "They're heated," Danielle informed her watching as Renée seemed to stretch the length of cushion in curious repose.
Danielle slipped the form-fitting top she was wearing up and over her head. Now naked, her long dark tresses fell sensually across her taut breasts. As Renée sat, Danielle straddled her and began to unbutton her blouse, quickly revealing Renée's small breasts, her nipples stiff, swollen with desire which Danielle immediately kissed. A fresh wave of electrical excitement coursed through her as Danielle teased her aroused buds, sending jolts of pleasure from her breasts to her more than aroused pussy.
Taking Renée’s hands within her own, Danielle placed them upon her own tanned breasts. Swaying sensually to the soft beat of the music, Renée had the vision of Danielle as a cobra dancing before her, the dangerous excitement of being struck, and the very real possibility that she would be. Renée caressed Danielle's breasts with the tapestry of her long dark hair, teasing her every sensory receptor. She found herself smiling, as Danielle's nipples would appear, then disappear as she continued massaging them with her incredibly soft hair.
And like the cobra writhing so sensually before her, Danielle “struck,” unexpectedly, yet delightfully as her teeth sank into the tenderness of Renée’s neck, nipping her, then kissing, sucking, nipping again. Her tongue teased Renée’s ear. Danielle's hands were now busily caressing Renée, as she in turn, ran her hands up and down Danielle's back, her fingernails digging, leaving tracings of the incredible pleasure she was feeling.
Danielle was so adept at seduction, that until she felt the cooler air between her legs, Renée didn't even know that Danielle had completely undone her skirt. Entranced by her cobra’s spell, she lifted her behind off the bench, allowing Danielle to slip it off. She stood, the garment within her hands, Renée was now naked, leaning back on the bench-like seat as Danielle swayed hypnotically before her. She danced, her moves sensual, provocative, running Renee's short skirt down between her legs, see-sawing it back and forth, caressing her tanned pussy, then bringing the garment up to her face, smelling it, smiling before tossing it off to one side.
"You'll smell like my pussy," Danielle somewhat apologized with an erotic-wicked look upon her face. "I hope you won't mind."
Danielle didn't give Renée a chance to answer, coming back to her now, slithering against her, flesh to flesh, turning, presenting her perfectly shaped ass to Renée. Renée let her hands glide over the incredibly firm flesh. The fact that she was even touching another woman was intoxicating enough to Renée, but Danielle’s near perfect beauty with her skin glowing a sheen of excitement was just too much. All Renée wanted to do was to have Danielle fuck her.
Sensing Renée’s arousal, Danielle slipped one of her long legs between Renee's outstretched ones, forcing them apart as she eased herself downwards. Renée automatically spread herself, one knee now bent, the other braced upon the floor as Danielle came to her, effectively scissoring her in a tight, shocking embrace. Their pussy lips now kissed, and then kissed again. Danielle began to dance, but just with her pussy, undulating her pelvis in slow rotating circles. Renée began to moan softly at wet and slippery contact. It was most erotic feeling she had experienced!
"Oh god!" Renée moaned, letting the pleasure escape her lips as she now found herself beginning to press, rotating her own hips just as sensually in perfect beat to the music as Danielle was doing to her.
Danielle's beautiful pear-shaped breasts lay within easy reach of her hand. Touching one, the taut nipple seemed to respond to her contact. Danielle hissed as she did, her head thrown back in *******, eyes closed as she mashed herself harder against Renée’s now slick pussy.
Renee felt her body letting go, giving in to the waves of pleasure overtaking her. And then her pussy let loose as though a dam had opened. She felt her juices suddenly gush, the flood bathing Danielle's lips and slickened her thighs. Danielle sensed Renée’s oncoming orgasm and moved off Renée, slipping her head between Renée’s thighs. As she kissed and nibbled her way up Renée’s thighs she pressed her hand over Renée’s pussy mound, putting pressure on her clit. Renée gasped softly as she felt the tingling sensation as Danielle's finger split her lips and began to travel the length of her slit. One of Danielle’s fingers slipped inside Renée and began to work in and out of her pussy. Renée’s moans became louder as her body swooned toward orgasm. Danielle sensed the first pangs of Renée’s orgasm and began to work Renée over, her lips, tongue, fingers all concentrated on working Renée’s pussy. Then Renée’s whole body began to shake. Her back arched as her climax suddenly intensified, the waves deeper and quicker. Then another wave, and then another and her pussy erupted in an explosive orgasm. Renée’s mind raced with images of Danielle between her legs though the closed eyes of her orgasm.
"Fuck!" she allowed an eternity later. "Fuck!"
Still basking in her afterglow, still tingling with a thousand pricks of sensations never before felt, she sensed movement. As she opened her eyes, Danielle had positioned herself over Renée’s face. As Renée opened her eyes she stared into Danielle’s pussy.
Danielle's lips came to her hungrily, wanting, with urgent need and desire. Renée tentatively allowed the first feathery touch of her tongue upon the surface of Danielle’s swollen exposed clit. Heard the clear audible sign of pleasure escape from Danielle's lips as she did. Smiling inside her own mind as she now suckled it gently between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue as though shoeing away a speck of dust. Renée soon found her eroticism newly awakened, and she was consumed with the need to make Danielle come, thoughts of anything else were sucked into a void. The only feelings became those of Danielle as Renée continued to work her pussy, fucking it with her tongue, sucking the sweet tender folds of flesh that greeted her as once again, Danielle began to dance.
The sight of Danielle increased the eroticism of their sex, the decadence of it erotically obscene. Renée’s tongue rapidly working at Danielle’s sex as her fingers spread Danielle’s lips for better access. Looking up, Renée could the grimace of erotic pleasure on Danielle's face. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue furiously worked her lips as Renée worked her pussy. Danielle’s hands tweaked, pulled and pinched her nipples in wild abandon. And the dance became a slow gyration dance of her quivering pussy as she moved it ever so slowly, ever so methodically back and forth against Renée's tongue.
When Danielle came, she did so with an anguished cry of relief, collapsing forward near on top of Renée. And still Renée held on, still licking Danielle’s pussy though softer now. "Holy shit!" Danielle finally exclaimed, rolling now to spoon Renée from behind. Her hand once again cupped one of Renee's breasts, a soft lingering caress no longer urgent, no longer desperate, but still requiring and demanding the need of continued contact. "Was it good for you?" Danielle asked. "Because it sure as hell was for me!"
Renee merely sighed, content with the reawakened softness of afterglow, the comfort of caress, the lightest of touch now soothing, reassuring. "Unlike anything I could have ever imagined," she finally expressed, sighing contentedly once more.
They had finally dressed, Renée once again preening herself in a nearby mirror, not wanting to look too disheveled upon her return, though inwardly she felt like Jell-O, her knees still weak, her mind still awash with the sensuality of their encounter.
"Here, give this back to your girlfriend," Danielle said suddenly said holding out a hand-full of bills towards Renée.
"Why?" she asked initially refusing.
"Because being with you was payment enough," she said smiling. "And I don't want this to cheapen it," she demanded now forcing the bills into Renée's hand. "Oh and tell her thanks for me too. I wasn't sure what she expected when she approached me with this idea the last time she was here."
"She's been here before?" Renée questioned, not upset, but mildly amused. Danielle laughed, "Oh a few times, I thought perhaps you already knew that. Guess not," she said sheepishly. "But nevertheless, give it to her with my thanks. Seducing you was my pleasure as well as yours hopefully," she added with a pause.
"Who was better?" Renée asked laughingly.
"I’ll never tell! That’s for the two of you to figure out" Danielle smiled, then laughing.
A moment of silence came between them as they prepared to head back downstairs.
"So tell me Danielle, how often are you here?" Renée questioned curiously. "I'm thinking I'd very much like to do this again." Danielle stopped. "Well for one thing, I'm here every weekend, though I am off every third, which I will be next week. But another thing is that what happened here between us tonight isn't usual. To be honest with you, I could probably get fired for allowing it to go as far as it did. I allowed myself to cross over a few lines, break a few rules ... another reason why I also wanted to return the money," she left off without additional explanation.
"So you're off next weekend then huh? Do you have any plans?" Danielle looked into Renée's eyes as Renée drew her towards her, their lips once again meeting, though briefly, affectionately.
"Not until now," Danielle stated as they stepped out into the hallway hand in hand.
She ran her fingers briefly through her short brown feathered hair, giving herself a stylish 'mussed' look, without appearing as though she'd just gotten out of bed. She allowed her hands to roam down her sides caressing the soft silky material of her matching blouse, seeing her perky nipples responding to her own touch, giving each a brief, very brief self-caress, giggling inwardly as they responded.
Renée was excited and nervous. She and her girlfriend, Donna were headed to a nightclub, one that had been highly recommended, mostly because the women who danced there were a cut above the rest. But she was nervous for another reason, they were going so that she could experience her first lap dance. It started as a joke, but as Renée and Donna talked about lap dances, she became more and more interested in having the experience. She wrote erotica after all, so she thought of this as useful research. She wasn’t expecting anything erotic; still, her nerves jangled.
Though still busy, the club was far from being packed. A beautiful fair-skinned woman with a mane of fiery red hair stood on stage, sensually gyrating in a slow-motion dance as many of the patrons sat watching her as though hypnotized. Renée's girlfriend guided them towards a secluded back booth. And though well away from the stage itself, still allowing a perfectly unobstructed view of the dancers. Several dancers mingled amongst the members, some sitting with them, others appeared to float from table to table.
They had ordered their drinks from one of the scantily clad waitresses, though not a dancer. For the dancers though free to mingle, did not serve in that capacity. Their job was to keep the customers drinking, engage in seductive naughty talk if they felt like it, and offer lap dances to those who they aroused enough to want one.
And then a voice. "Hi, my name's Danielle," she had said. "First time here?"
She was as tall, if not taller than Renée. With long flowing dark hair, that perfectly framed her oval shaped face, eyes that appeared as burnt almonds, sensually penetrating as she looked first briefly towards Donna, before returning, then staying on her. Renée’s heart began to pound.
Danielle's skin was nicely tanned, a faint sheen of perspiration giving a glow to her near flawless skin. She had just finished her set moments ago, somewhat breathless, though sounding more like she'd just crawled between Renée’s legs and was kissing her there. Which now, Renée found herself thinking and wondering about.
"Yes," Donna answered for them. Which Renée was glad for as she'd not as yet found her own voice. She was still staring at this incredibly beautiful creature, surprised that she could feel lust, desire towards another woman, something she had never experienced to quite this degree before. "Would you care to join us?" Renée stammered.
Danielle summoned a waitress over to them. It was after all part of the job. Even if she was unable to convince someone into having a lap dance, then drinks were at the very least required before any of the dancers could join one of the patrons at their table.
Renée expected Danielle to swing around the booth, sitting down next to her girlfriend. But Donna nodded toward Renée. Renée was surprised when Danielle slid in next to her. And when she did, Renée felt a tickling wave of excitement race through her. Danielle didn't just sit, nor keep any kind of respectable distance between them either. Almost from the start, as they talked, they became friendlier, laughing and enjoying their drinks together. Danielle's long slender leg remained in constant contact with Renée's. Moving, subtly perhaps, but moving, caressing without being too obvious. Occasionally over a shared comment or joke that made them laugh, Danielle would allow her hand to drop, allowing it to linger briefly, all too briefly upon Renée's exposed thigh. Sometimes a simple touch, fleeting as though it had never occurred. But then others, when her hand lingered, a slight upward stroke, gentle, teasing, then just as quickly disappearing as though she had burned her hand.
Which by Renée's way of thinking, she had, because she was on fire.
They had spent the better part of an hour merely sitting there together. Renée was surprised that the time had passed so quickly, stunned when Danielle announced it was time for another set.
"Will you ..." Renée caught herself beginning to say, "Come back when you're done?"
Danielle smiled, leaning over giving Renée a soft lingering kiss. "If you'd like, yes!" she whispered quietly into Renée’s ear. At that same moment, she felt Danielle's hand teasingly graze the side of her breast. Once again, just a tease ... nothing bold or obvious.
Mesmerized, Renée and her girlfriend sat staring at Danielle as she began the first of three sensual numbers on stage. To Renée, it was as though she was witnessing the private moments of a woman who had just found a new lover, though not having made love, yet excited, yearning and still wishing for more. As she danced, her hands gliding up and down her lithe form, Renée could picture her own hands doing the same.
She hadn't even realized until her girlfriend whispered to her, that her own hand had slipped between her legs. "Exciting isn't she?" she said, grinning, then looking down as Renée openly felt her wetness, surprised at her own boldness even though the likelihood of anyone having seen her do that was remote. "God yes ... she is!"
"So? Is she the one?" Donna left the actual question unspoken.
Renée barely hesitated, and then answered breathlessly. "Yes ... yes, I think so."
Danielle wore what seemed to be an elegant evening dress that you would easily find someone wearing at a cocktail party. Covered in hundreds of tiny sparkling chaff, the lights flickered upon it, giving her the look of a universe suddenly exploding into existence as the lights on stage died, then abruptly coming up again, though more focused, more directed upon her as she moved in and out of the light. And as she did, as she seemed to disappear into nothingness momentarily, suddenly reappearing, Renée found herself holding her breath for as the lights came up yet a third time, now bathing her in an erotic red glow, Danielle was nude.
"Oh God!" Renée exclaimed, her hand immediately covering her mouth in surprise as though the next words might sound orgasmic in nature, which in truth ... might very well have been. She heard her girlfriend chuckle, her eyes smiling their approval as she glanced towards her, feeling somewhat embarrassed, guilty that her inner emotions and desires had forced their way to the surface before she could have acted in controlling them. “I’m finding this whole experience a lot more erotic than I anticipated.”
"You want her, don't you?" Donna pressed, as she slipped beside Renée. Renée took her hand, guiding it downwards between her legs where she openly probed the recess of Renée’s fully exposed, fully available sex, finding it liquid, heated, and in need. “Hmm … I like you like this” Donna whispered in Renée’s ear.
By the time Danielle had finished, Donna had nearly brought Renée to the point of orgasm twice. Stopping just short, so fully in tune with Renée's pleasures, letting them linger on the edge, before easing back before she could boil over into climatic bliss.
For a moment Renée feared that Danielle might not return. She had disappeared off stage without immediately reappearing. Renée sat scanning the area in search for her, worried, nervous that perhaps she'd moved on, knowing that others were feeling the same intensity of emotion that she was. She felt a flood of relief wash over her when several minutes later Danielle approached, though no longer wearing the outfit she'd been wearing. Instead, she wore what appeared to be a simple, yet form-fitting tank top with a skirt that was too short to be seen in public. Danielle approached their table, but rather than sitting down, she merely extended her hand towards Renée.
"Come," she said simply. And Renée stood. The mere touch of her hand as their fingers entwined sent a shiver of bumps as her flesh to prickled in tingly anticipation.
There was another area set aside specifically for lap dances. Danielle led her to it, finding a large comfortable chair that was at least two chairs away from their nearest neighbors. Danielle eased her down into the seat. Renée had no idea what to do with her hands. Funny, she thought; she wrote about this stuff all the time, and now, faced with the real thing, she was flummoxed. As she sat there thinking about it, Danielle slithered up into her lap. As though having a mind of their own, Renée’s hands reached, drawing Danielle towards her. She came willingly, just as expectant perhaps, certainly as excited as she was. This was no act, this was no 'on-stage' performance. And though there were a few on-lookers yes, Renée somehow blocked every one of them out of her mind.
Danielle sat facing her at first. Renée felt Danielle's soft breasts against hers, then Danielle arched her back ensuring that her nipples grazed those of Renée’s before slithering back, then up doing so again.
The skirt Renée wore had a slit along one side, as she sat, it naturally parted revealing even more of her upper thigh. Danielle now began running her hands in exploration between Renée’s legs. A new wave of tingles coursing up and down Renée’s spine, goose bumps exploding like a thousand specks of erotic energy, searing her flesh, intensifying in response to Danielle's wandering touch as first one, then two fingers brushed casually, almost too casually against the outer folds of her delicate wet lips.
"Oh God," Renée heard herself moaning, in a voice that didn't sound like her own, as though belonging to someone else entirely until she heard herself moaning once again as another, then another finger probed, and her legs opened more. Danielle had leaned into her once again, so smooth in her routines. As she did, Renée felt the hard tips of Danielle's breasts actually brush her cheek and she realized Danielle’s breasts had somehow been bared as they kissed daintily, quickly, moving away before Renée could seek either of them out with lips or tongue. Danielle’s skirt had ridden up to her waist and she began to sensually slide her pussy back and forth on Renée’s thigh. Danielle closed her eyes and Renée felt her thighs slicked as Danielle’s pussy began to juice.
"Fuck!" Renée moaned audibly, not caring now who heard her, or what they may have thought if they had. “God, you’re so wet!” “It’s you baby; you’re the hot one” Danielle whispered as she leaned in once more to again nipple-tease Renée's face in passing. Renée reached up with her hands, taking Danielle's breasts fully within each, surprising her briefly, then completely as she all but sank her teeth into the dancer's exposed neck, nipping at her, hearing Danielle moan in uninhibited surprise.
As Renée caressed the hard taut nubbins of Danielle’s twin eraser sized nips, rolling each between thumb and fingers, Danielle eased the tip of her finger between Renée's lips, locating swiftly the like-sized pearl that lay swollen, exposed, inviting. She allowed the sharp edge of her fingernail to lightly nick it, neither causing pleasure, nor pain ... just an intense sensation of sensitivity that rushed through Renée's being like wildfire, escalating the ever-growing passion. Renée’s juices now flowed freely from between her legs.
"You want to get serious about playing?" Danielle asked. "We do have 'private' rooms, but they cost ... and only the two of us may go in," she explained hotly. "I don't ..." Renee' began,
"Will this cover it?" Donna asked grinning. Danielle nodded, accepting the cash, once again taking Renée's hand into hers leading her to what appeared to be a small flight of stairs where a burly looking bouncer stood barring entry. As Danielle approached, he stepped aside unclasping a rope that served only as a reminder against ******** entry, allowing them both to pass before securing it behind them.
"Have fun with your research," Renée heard Donna call out, turning back briefly to look into her face as she stood below smiling.
The room was spacious, soft lights bathing it in a surreal glow matching the slow sensuous beat of music that seemed to be emanating from everywhere. A single large chair, more bench than mere seat, sat as the primary focus of the stylishly decorated room. "Go ahead, get as comfortable as you like," Danielle told her. Renée crossed to the bench sitting down. The extra padded cushions comfortable as well as interestingly warm. "They're heated," Danielle informed her watching as Renée seemed to stretch the length of cushion in curious repose.
Danielle slipped the form-fitting top she was wearing up and over her head. Now naked, her long dark tresses fell sensually across her taut breasts. As Renée sat, Danielle straddled her and began to unbutton her blouse, quickly revealing Renée's small breasts, her nipples stiff, swollen with desire which Danielle immediately kissed. A fresh wave of electrical excitement coursed through her as Danielle teased her aroused buds, sending jolts of pleasure from her breasts to her more than aroused pussy.
Taking Renée’s hands within her own, Danielle placed them upon her own tanned breasts. Swaying sensually to the soft beat of the music, Renée had the vision of Danielle as a cobra dancing before her, the dangerous excitement of being struck, and the very real possibility that she would be. Renée caressed Danielle's breasts with the tapestry of her long dark hair, teasing her every sensory receptor. She found herself smiling, as Danielle's nipples would appear, then disappear as she continued massaging them with her incredibly soft hair.
And like the cobra writhing so sensually before her, Danielle “struck,” unexpectedly, yet delightfully as her teeth sank into the tenderness of Renée’s neck, nipping her, then kissing, sucking, nipping again. Her tongue teased Renée’s ear. Danielle's hands were now busily caressing Renée, as she in turn, ran her hands up and down Danielle's back, her fingernails digging, leaving tracings of the incredible pleasure she was feeling.
Danielle was so adept at seduction, that until she felt the cooler air between her legs, Renée didn't even know that Danielle had completely undone her skirt. Entranced by her cobra’s spell, she lifted her behind off the bench, allowing Danielle to slip it off. She stood, the garment within her hands, Renée was now naked, leaning back on the bench-like seat as Danielle swayed hypnotically before her. She danced, her moves sensual, provocative, running Renee's short skirt down between her legs, see-sawing it back and forth, caressing her tanned pussy, then bringing the garment up to her face, smelling it, smiling before tossing it off to one side.
"You'll smell like my pussy," Danielle somewhat apologized with an erotic-wicked look upon her face. "I hope you won't mind."
Danielle didn't give Renée a chance to answer, coming back to her now, slithering against her, flesh to flesh, turning, presenting her perfectly shaped ass to Renée. Renée let her hands glide over the incredibly firm flesh. The fact that she was even touching another woman was intoxicating enough to Renée, but Danielle’s near perfect beauty with her skin glowing a sheen of excitement was just too much. All Renée wanted to do was to have Danielle fuck her.
Sensing Renée’s arousal, Danielle slipped one of her long legs between Renee's outstretched ones, forcing them apart as she eased herself downwards. Renée automatically spread herself, one knee now bent, the other braced upon the floor as Danielle came to her, effectively scissoring her in a tight, shocking embrace. Their pussy lips now kissed, and then kissed again. Danielle began to dance, but just with her pussy, undulating her pelvis in slow rotating circles. Renée began to moan softly at wet and slippery contact. It was most erotic feeling she had experienced!
"Oh god!" Renée moaned, letting the pleasure escape her lips as she now found herself beginning to press, rotating her own hips just as sensually in perfect beat to the music as Danielle was doing to her.
Danielle's beautiful pear-shaped breasts lay within easy reach of her hand. Touching one, the taut nipple seemed to respond to her contact. Danielle hissed as she did, her head thrown back in *******, eyes closed as she mashed herself harder against Renée’s now slick pussy.
Renee felt her body letting go, giving in to the waves of pleasure overtaking her. And then her pussy let loose as though a dam had opened. She felt her juices suddenly gush, the flood bathing Danielle's lips and slickened her thighs. Danielle sensed Renée’s oncoming orgasm and moved off Renée, slipping her head between Renée’s thighs. As she kissed and nibbled her way up Renée’s thighs she pressed her hand over Renée’s pussy mound, putting pressure on her clit. Renée gasped softly as she felt the tingling sensation as Danielle's finger split her lips and began to travel the length of her slit. One of Danielle’s fingers slipped inside Renée and began to work in and out of her pussy. Renée’s moans became louder as her body swooned toward orgasm. Danielle sensed the first pangs of Renée’s orgasm and began to work Renée over, her lips, tongue, fingers all concentrated on working Renée’s pussy. Then Renée’s whole body began to shake. Her back arched as her climax suddenly intensified, the waves deeper and quicker. Then another wave, and then another and her pussy erupted in an explosive orgasm. Renée’s mind raced with images of Danielle between her legs though the closed eyes of her orgasm.
"Fuck!" she allowed an eternity later. "Fuck!"
Still basking in her afterglow, still tingling with a thousand pricks of sensations never before felt, she sensed movement. As she opened her eyes, Danielle had positioned herself over Renée’s face. As Renée opened her eyes she stared into Danielle’s pussy.
Danielle's lips came to her hungrily, wanting, with urgent need and desire. Renée tentatively allowed the first feathery touch of her tongue upon the surface of Danielle’s swollen exposed clit. Heard the clear audible sign of pleasure escape from Danielle's lips as she did. Smiling inside her own mind as she now suckled it gently between her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue as though shoeing away a speck of dust. Renée soon found her eroticism newly awakened, and she was consumed with the need to make Danielle come, thoughts of anything else were sucked into a void. The only feelings became those of Danielle as Renée continued to work her pussy, fucking it with her tongue, sucking the sweet tender folds of flesh that greeted her as once again, Danielle began to dance.
The sight of Danielle increased the eroticism of their sex, the decadence of it erotically obscene. Renée’s tongue rapidly working at Danielle’s sex as her fingers spread Danielle’s lips for better access. Looking up, Renée could the grimace of erotic pleasure on Danielle's face. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue furiously worked her lips as Renée worked her pussy. Danielle’s hands tweaked, pulled and pinched her nipples in wild abandon. And the dance became a slow gyration dance of her quivering pussy as she moved it ever so slowly, ever so methodically back and forth against Renée's tongue.
When Danielle came, she did so with an anguished cry of relief, collapsing forward near on top of Renée. And still Renée held on, still licking Danielle’s pussy though softer now. "Holy shit!" Danielle finally exclaimed, rolling now to spoon Renée from behind. Her hand once again cupped one of Renee's breasts, a soft lingering caress no longer urgent, no longer desperate, but still requiring and demanding the need of continued contact. "Was it good for you?" Danielle asked. "Because it sure as hell was for me!"
Renee merely sighed, content with the reawakened softness of afterglow, the comfort of caress, the lightest of touch now soothing, reassuring. "Unlike anything I could have ever imagined," she finally expressed, sighing contentedly once more.
They had finally dressed, Renée once again preening herself in a nearby mirror, not wanting to look too disheveled upon her return, though inwardly she felt like Jell-O, her knees still weak, her mind still awash with the sensuality of their encounter.
"Here, give this back to your girlfriend," Danielle said suddenly said holding out a hand-full of bills towards Renée.
"Why?" she asked initially refusing.
"Because being with you was payment enough," she said smiling. "And I don't want this to cheapen it," she demanded now forcing the bills into Renée's hand. "Oh and tell her thanks for me too. I wasn't sure what she expected when she approached me with this idea the last time she was here."
"She's been here before?" Renée questioned, not upset, but mildly amused. Danielle laughed, "Oh a few times, I thought perhaps you already knew that. Guess not," she said sheepishly. "But nevertheless, give it to her with my thanks. Seducing you was my pleasure as well as yours hopefully," she added with a pause.
"Who was better?" Renée asked laughingly.
"I’ll never tell! That’s for the two of you to figure out" Danielle smiled, then laughing.
A moment of silence came between them as they prepared to head back downstairs.
"So tell me Danielle, how often are you here?" Renée questioned curiously. "I'm thinking I'd very much like to do this again." Danielle stopped. "Well for one thing, I'm here every weekend, though I am off every third, which I will be next week. But another thing is that what happened here between us tonight isn't usual. To be honest with you, I could probably get fired for allowing it to go as far as it did. I allowed myself to cross over a few lines, break a few rules ... another reason why I also wanted to return the money," she left off without additional explanation.
"So you're off next weekend then huh? Do you have any plans?" Danielle looked into Renée's eyes as Renée drew her towards her, their lips once again meeting, though briefly, affectionately.
"Not until now," Danielle stated as they stepped out into the hallway hand in hand.
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