“Have you?””Well, yeah. But almost not. I mean not often.””You liked it?””Yeah.””Kiss me like that.””You mean it?””Yeah.”I...sit up and turn and get my feet on the ground and step over to her lounge and sit on the edge. I try to figure out the best way. I lean over her, getting a hand on the lounge on the other side of her and lean down over her. She’s laying on her back looking up at me. I turn my head a little and get closer until our lips meet. I press against her and kiss her, moving my lips. If I didn’t want him to cop a feel, all I had to say was “no touching,” or if it was a slow song, “no grouping,” which meant no ass grabbing or tit fondling or other overtly sexy stuff. She went on with a whole bunch of rules for “table dances” and “lap dances,” but I stopped paying attention. I really didn’t think I needed to know about any of that. I decided I was just going to survey the scene and dance with Charlie a few times. I was intrigued by the platforms (I was there to watch). Amy. I applied more oil to my hands, however this time I used a lot more oil than was necessary for the area. Her hamstrings felt loose enough so I began my focus on her cheeks, and inner thighs. I directed the flow of extra oil in between the crack of her ass. Each time she ground down into the table, her cheeks would flex, and the oil slowly spread. I could here her whisper "more" over the music. My fingers crept closer and closer between her cheeks, until they were tracing around her. “My god, you are beautiful!”She gasped as his hands slipped beneath her and he lifted her to his face. She knew what his tongue had done across her body and anticipated the feeling of it inside her. Needed to feel it. He lifted her up and breathed in her scent… so sweet and warm. He had to taste her and slid his tongue flat across her mound. Then again. Then he pressed his tongue into her a little, tasting the juices that he knew were just inside. Each lick of his tongue pressed harder into her.