May To December14:37 Jul 29 2009
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As a treat to myself, I went for a drink on my own, to a lap-dance bar that I like; to watch a scantily clad young woman dance, for me.
It was dark and dank on the street as I walked toward the venue I liked: and the streets had filled with office workers, who’d finished for the day and were on the way home.
I’d walked straight down the wooden stairs once there, to the bar, where I’d paid my ten pound entrance ~ that included my first dance.
I’d paid for my entrance; and ordered my drink, a whiskey, a double of a double which I’d taken across to a small copper-top table, overlooking the small dias and pole and sat on the red leatherette bench seating that surrounded the room, the mirror behind
me.
As I did, I met May, the Thai, whose smile always enchanted, who had been the first to dance for me at Atmosphere, at The pen and Wig.
May was dressed for the season, in a red top and abbreviated skirt, which covered from her hip to her crotch and no more; and displayed more than it hid.
The top and the skirt were red, with a mock fur trim; and she also wore knee length black zip-up boots.
It mattered not that May’s use of English is not as good as some; it was sufficient for me that May smiled easily, when she saw me.
I liked that.
And, I also liked it that she joined me where I’d chosen to sit, at her instigation, not mine.
And, I’d even liked it that she’d been able to tell me roughly, when she’d seen me last.
I’d really liked that.
It meant, a pretty young lady, that I had enjoyed seeing naked, remembered me well, to judge by the smile on her face.
At my bidding she had sat with me; and as I had looked around I had noticed her steal the occasional glance at me, as I did her.
I had given her the house-dollar, paid on my entrance and said to May,
“Wait until there’s a track on you want
to dance to!”
And, as we sat in an easy silence, I looked to my right more than once; just to be sure she was there ~ really there.
As I’d sat, in such pleasant company,
I began to survey the lounge
There hadn’t been many customers in;
and enough dancers at that time of the day to please me, as several slim ladies, scantily clad, had passed where we were to go to the ladies
Then Pim walked past: May’s friend,
with skin a little darker than her olive tone: and, Pim’s smile, bright and wide, is the feature of hers I recall first.
Pims outfit was in blue and white candy stripes, a sort of abbreviated nurses outfit, that ended a t the top of her thigh’s; complete with apron and cap, each resplendent with a red cross.
Pim walked to the left, where a fellow sat several tables away, his back to the wall.
She had asked the fellow if he wanted a dance; then turned his rebuttal into a show, as Pim had danced with the pole; ‘To suggest,’ I had mused,
‘just what the little, pudgy fellow
wearing gold rim glasses had missed.’
Altough, thinking back, it might’ve been just to keep warm:
as a few minutes later, she’d gone out,
wearing a coat, telling May where she’d gone.
When I’d asked my companion where she’d disappeared,
I’d been told she was cold and gone for a hot chocolate…
And in companionable silence, May at my side, I’d looked around the room, aware she was watching me.
Across the room, a natural blonde, danced to a table of three eager young men, each spellbound by her distinct enthusiasm and attempt to please.
And, we’d sat, as she’d listened for a
favourite track, smiling and still looking toward me, once in a while.
Then, hearing a song she liked, May had stood, looking down toward me, smiling broadly, wordlessly saying to me, “I dance now?”
And, in silent answer, I’d put my hands to the sides of my thighs, as May had brought a chair toward us; and moved the table a little, so as to make space.
Then, with her hands on the back of the chair, May had dipped her back, her firm buttocks swaying gently
back and forth, to music she’d chosen to dance to.
Using the chair as a prop, she had thrust her pert derriere toward me; and as it had risen and fallen to the music, I’d gazed, with delight.
And, as she’d begun to find the music’s rhythm
May had begun to strip to the beat.
I’d just sat there, my hands obediently at my sides, staring at her lovely young body, as she danced, for me.
As May had removed her top, to display her upthrust young breasts, I had learnt that I’d still found May quite
fascinating; her body, her golden skin, so perfect to behold.
And, it’d been that brief material covering her firm buttocks she’d dropped to my left,
as she stripped to the beat.
Then, her crotch but a foot away from my face, May hooked her thumbs in the elastic of her panties; and, looking at me, lips pursed, May slid them down her smooth golden thighs, then
off her legs.
Then, when she’d unveiled her shaven split peach, inches before me, I had looked up to her eyes, as
May realized, just where I stared.
Her hairless sex held my attention but a moment, before I’d looked back to her beautiful face, as she had smiled at me.
I recall her eyes, looking toward me over her left shoulder as I observed her cup her left breast, pinching that rosette teat between finger and thumb.
At first she began by just shifting her weight from one foot to the other, then back again, swaying gently from side to side.
Then, as she began to find the music’s rhythm, May began to strip to the beat: and I just sat there, my hands obediently at my sides as I stare at her lovely young body, as she danced, for me.
With her hands on the back of the chair, she dipped her back, her firm buttocks swaying gently, to the music she’d wanted to dance to.
As she danced, May transformed, from
the demure young woman I’d met on my entrance, into a sensuous diminutive tease.
I’d watched the pretty Asian, absolutely baked, bar long white socks and calf length zip-up black boots,
dance for me, my whiskey and any problems forgotten.
And, as she had reminded me, it’s been months since I’d last seen May.
And, “I won’t have to wait so long, next time,” I’d thought, as the track ended.
Then, she had turned to stand before me and taken my cheeks in her hands, to kiss me on the cheek, before seeking her clothes and beginning to dress.
I remember I had paused her movement, a moment,
To say to May sincerely, “Thank you.”
Then, once more we had sat in that easy silence, as I’d sipped at my drink, just pleased to have her company.
And we sat and talked as the room filled with one after another, all seeking female company and a drink
Then, looking to my right, my attention was taken, by the blonde with the shoulders, I had noticed earlier.
She was finishing a dance, for a fellow who sat in a small enclave, just off from the dance floor.
As the blonde had dressed, May had asked of me, “Do you see someone else you would like a dance from?”
She’d smiled her understanding, as she had noticed my gaze, then stood and walked, across the room, to talk to the blonde, for me.
“I’ll just be a minute,” May said, standing and walking across the room; and, the young woman I’d been staring at.
I watched them talk, as the blonde continued to dress; feeling very aware that May was telling her of my desire, to see her dance.
I’d sipped on my scotch and dragged on my smoke, as the two spoke,
my nerves beginning to fray.
They had chatted a minute or so, that dragged; and, it was then, I had seen both girls smile, that I began to relax, as they walked my way.
As the blonde walked toward me with her, I had taken in and appreciated how tall she was, in comparison with May.
She was tall, with a generous bust, a flat stomach and a narrow waist, which flared into wide hips atop her powerful looking thigh’s and very long legs.
She strode across with a smiling May;
And I’ll confess, my heart beast as fast as it does with May; which just doesn’t happen with every semi-naked woman I meet.
And, having brought her across, May straightened her skirt a little, before bidding farewell; and, saying once more, how good it had been to see me.
After the tall long-legged blonde had sat to my right, where May had,
I’d asked her for her name, as I stared at her face:
With her straight hair worn in a centre-part; the colour of sun-ripened corn; and cut to emphasise her long neck and oval face, inset with beautiful pale blue doe-like eyes.
She had told me, ‘Yvonne’ with a Slavic accent that had intrigued,
so needless to say, I’d had to ask
“Where are you from?”
“From Poland,” she’d answered,
speaking over the music, her lips close to my ear; (the scrap of material, she might call a skirt, draped across her right knee.)
Yvonne had told me she’d been in Britain just over six months; a Pole who’s English was better than some I’ve known.
She had answered the questions I had made with ease; whilst I’d been aware, very much so, of her naked right thigh pressed tight against my right.
As she spoke in that gentle Slavic tone, I listened intently, as Yvonne told me how long she’d been in England, aware of her legs, crossed right over left, her thighs but a foot from my gaze, as I’d proffered my ear to her.
“Will you dance for me now?”
I’d asked, interrupting her: although not, I must say, because I’d wanted her quiet.
But, having seen how she could move, I wanted to see that, there and then.
She had nodded and stood, a trifle nervous at first I’d thought.
Yet, as she found the feel of the piece that she danced to, Yvonne quickly relaxed, moving with grace, despite her Junoesque charms.
As Yvonne twisted and turned, I’d sat rapt by her every move; watching her, as she gyrated her body to the music; and, unclasped her black top, to unveil two breasts of a generous size; albeit just right for Yvonne; each tipped with a small nipple, set midst an aureole of a delicate rose pink.
With a thumb hooked in the elastic of her panties, Yvonne wriggled briefly, to ease the removal of the fine black nylon drawn tight over her curvaceous buttocks.
And, I’d caught my breath briefly as Yvonne faced me, her shaven mound but inches from me: and, I’d looked up to her eyes; then, back to her thighs, as Yvonne turned, caressing her flesh.
Any nerves gone, she had appeared to take pride in my arousal, as Yvonne stared over her shoulder, as she teased her left nipple to hardness.
Then, with her back dipped, her belly rose and fell, her magnificent buttocks raised: and, Yvonne had smiled, as she smacked at her right cheek with an open hand.
And although it is arrogant of me to assume I’m correct, I felt a moment’s contagion between us, as my fervour for her, seemed to fuel her eagerness to please, to entice.
And, Yvonne had continued her dance with fervour until finally the track ended – Yvonne had kissed the left side of my face, saying, “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” I’d repeated parrot-like, suddenly feeling quite gauche; much as I had when I’d first met May.
I had interrupted her dressing, for a moment, to kiss her hand, as is my custom to do.
Then, staring deep into her eyes, I’d allowed her fingertips to slowly drift from mine; and I sat back in my seat, to watch Yvonne as she continued to dress.
She had sat where she had earlier, to my right; and, once more we had chatted of this and that.
I recall her telling me “You’re a nice man” and I remember that I’d said, “I do dislike meeting people, like you … and not seeing them, ever again.”
And, she had relied, “Sometimes it’s not always the case.”
Then after awhile, with my whiskey gone and no more smokes in my tin; and many more customers coming in, I’d stood, to take my leave, saying, “I’ll hope that I see you again.”
An, I’d gone to the Pen for it’s Atmosphere, being lucky enough to acquire the muse needed.
And, I’d left that night, I’d wondered,
“Now, how could I ever objectively write of all of that?”
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