My dick responded right away; I’d seen my share of strippers and lap-dancers, but this was my first chance at a real happy ending.Twink Boy insisted...I keep my clothes on, at least for a while, and I wasn’t about to argue. Then he gyrated his crotch in front of me, always staying just out of reach. He undid his shirt buttons, one by one, and he teased me with the hairless pale skin underneath. My mouth watered when he turned his back to me, and he lowered his waistband just far enough for me. I cruised about town in the convertible driving fromstation to station searching for the right time andplace. I was looking for one with one or twoattendants, preferably young black studs wood just loveto take a piece of my soft wet pussy. I finally foundthe perfect place. Just in time: my cunt was drippingwet from the anticipation. I pulled my car in andcalled one of the guys over. In the yellowish glow I could read his name off hisgreen shirt, Tyrone. We began to rap casually while hefilled. When she was done, she moved forward to sit squarely on myimprisoned hard on. "Maria wouldn't like me having this inside me, butthose silky pants mean that you can't, and I can have a little harmlessfun."With that she started rocking back and forth on me, rubbing herself onmy silken erection. Her pretty Irish face beamed with a sort of innocentpleasure, her wide green eyes now staring into the middle distance, nowlooking down at me "Give my boobies a squeeze," she sang out, so I did,tenderly. I ordered three tequila sunrises, not because we needed them, but just as a way to insure some privacy. I tipped the waitress and we waited for the show to start. The warm-up act was flat: a young teenage fellow that didn’t get a whole lot of laughs. His twenty minute shtick allowed me the chance to get Michelle primed. I slowly ran my hand along the inside of her thighs. I slipped my hand under her short mini and as I did, she put her elbow on the table and looked at me. “Behave,” she mouthed..