Alright, I know everyone is just dying to know about our trip to a local strip club! I was partially using the trip as a venue to lure poor innocent Silvercloudfire into some bathroom sex. I figured I could count on there being few women there, which meant we might actually get the bathroom to ourselves for a large chunk of time.
Well, we ended up being the only fully clothed women in the place. Most of the dancers were new and not the normal crowd that I had come to adore, so I had to search out a new crush. It came in the form of a dancer named Ariel. Some strippers completely ignore female clientele, and others eagerly seek our affections (or rather our money). Ariel definitely had some affinity for women! She seemed to delight in flirting with us, and particularly in taking our money and stuffing it in our bras and then removing it with her mouth.
This treatment got both of us worked up into a lather, of course, so there was nothing for it but to head to the bathroom. Fortunately, we both had to pee first, or we would have been busted right away. As we’re in adjoining stalls, both contentedly pissing, I see through a crack in stall door that the male bouncer has stepped into the ladies room. I don’t know if he was expecting to bust up a lesbian sex scene or what! We both just kept on peeing, though, and he left. We washed our hands, while laughing about good timing. Then of course we remembered why we had come to the bathroom in the first place.
We started making out. I suspect Silver HAS, in fact, had sex in a bathroom before, as she hopped up on the sink like a pro, hardly giving a thought to germs. Being the taller of the two of us, I stayed standing and buried my face in her breasts. The new tattoo is really quite hot, particularly sans bra. So there we are, smooching on the sink…I’m playing with her nipples, and she’s reaching into my pants in search of my clit piercing. “Oh, I’ve never seen one of those,” she says.
Next thing we know, the door opens and in walks the bouncer again. We all three stare at each other in the midst of the awkward moment. Silver’s got her tits hanging out and her hands down my pants. I give him a look like “What the fuck do YOU want?” He glares back at me without saying a word and just shakes his head no. Then he walks back out the door. We tried to resume our activities, but the thought of getting interrupted again was a thrill kill.
We came back out into the club, and proceeded to watch more of the dancers, but we were now under the ever watchful eye of the bouncer. After Ariel worked us up again, I leaned into Silver and whispered, “Hey, let’s go make out in the Super Wal-Mart bathroom right down the street!”
The Erotic Ego 