What man doesn’t enjoy watching a woman strip? Especially if she’s slim, good looking and dressed to thrill.
A few weeks ago when it was still summer, I was invited out by my mates, for a drink to celebrate Eddie’s 50th birthday, nothing spectacular, just a few drinks in a favourite watering hole. Unknown to Eddie, we’d clubbed together, rented the back room of the pub and had hired a stripper, just a stripper, not one to have sex with, just a nice visual strip. Over the weeks we’d found out what his preference was, very slim framed, small tits, slim legs, shoulder length hair and decent underwear. Quite a tall order, but we managed to find one who fitted the bill perfectly.
Meeting in the pub the last to arrive was Bob who announced that the strip was off, she was Covid positive, only taken the test that afternoon, so it was drinks only, Eddie had the look of relief and disappointment at the same time. It had never been the intention to have a late night, just a few drinks, none of us were big drinkers and we all started to head home, in spite of the disappointment it had been a good evening.
Eddie, Tom, Mark and I caught a taxi, intending to drop me off first with the others in sequence. As we arrived at my house Tom and Mark were both in desperate need of a toilet so they all ivited themselves in, paying the taxi first.
Tom and Mark used the toilets, fortunately we do have a decent sized house with 2 toilets. Meanwhile, I offered Eddie a coffee, we’d got a new coffee maker which grinds the beans and makes terrific Gaelic or Irish coffee, new glasses, fresh coffee with whisky, brown sugar and fresh cream on top, the works, and assumed it would be coffee all round when the other 2 finished what they were doing.
My wife Amy appeared, she’d been in the garden shed and hadn’t expected me home so early, let alone with the boys. She offered to make the coffees, the machine was new and didn’t want it dirtied. Not expecting me home she was dressed just for a warm summer evening, a thin tee shirt and denim skirt, I presume she’d got knickers on but it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, but with her 36a tits she never wears one, I don’t think she’s got one, but tonight it was very obvious.
We all went to the lounge with the coffees and a pack of jaffa cakes, sat down and the conversation came around to the evening and the disappointment, fortunately Amy isn’t the jealous type and just laughs at what she described as “normal males who act as though they’ve never seen a woman naked before”. When she found out what we’d collected to pay for the entertainment, £200 she said “What! You’d collectively pay £200 just to see a stranger prancing around naked?” “I’m assuming it was just a strip for £200” she continued, giving me the look which said if it was anything more, even a grope then there would be trouble.
“Just a strip,” I replied, “from fully clothed to nude, a bit of dancing around in her stockings, but that would have been all, just a bit of fun. We’d gone to great trouble to get her as well, she fitted Eddie’s ideal woman perfectly”. “I’ll have to do it later for you if I fit your perfect woman” replied Amy looking directly at me, and there were cheers from the boys and “What about us?”
I think the gauntlet had been laid down, because Amy replied “For £200 maybe, cash up front”, I thought she was joking, then she followed it with “No touching, and only if he agrees” she said looking at me. I decided to call her bluff, secretly wanting Amy to through with it.
And so £200 appeared as if from nowhere in an instant, the boys were calling her bluff.
Amy picked it up, and went upstairs, appearing about 15 minutes later, the room fell silent. Come fuck me black high heels normally reserved for the bedroom, black stockings with a little motif on the ankle, a short black leather skirt which showed the lacy top of her hold ups, a red silk wrap over top which was tied at the side, lace gloves and a black wide brimmed hat to complete the look, she’d even put on dark crimson lipstick. Amy looked every bit the star of the night.
Putting on some music she pranced around the room, high stepping and wriggling her bottom, bending over facing each of us in turn, then turning away from us and bending over again to reveal more stocking top. She was smiling, and we were all enjoying every second of the display.
The hat and gloves came off first, Amy threw them to Tom, turned away from us and started to unfasten her top, holding both pieces wide open I imagined that anyone seeing from the other side would get the perfect view of her tits. Amy turned around, she was wearing a crimson bra, I’d forgotten she’d got one. Her top dropped to the floor and she started to wriggle her skirt down, inch by inch until it too dropped to the floor, revealing a tiny black thong, transparent at the front which showed not just that she had a shaven pussy, but you could see her slit through the delicate fabric. Turning around the thong back was buried deep in her arse, and it looked like she hadn’t got a thong on at all. Amy crossed her ankles and bent forward, touching her toes, now we could clearly see her pussy, she stayed like that a few seconds and stood up, reached behind her, unclipped her bra, still facing away from us she tossed her bra over shoulders, crossed her arms across her chest and turned around, naked apart from her thong and stockings. She paused for a moment or two, dropped her right arm and then her left. From my left I heard a whisper, “Fuck, you lucky sod, you lucky sod”, quite clearly Amy had made an impression on Mark.
Amy turned away again, inched her thong slowly down to the floor and all she had on now were her stockings and shoes, looking fantastic, she moved her hips in time to the beat, turned slowly, stopping side on, looked towards us, winked, and turned to face us. I didn’t know what to say, I’m sure my mouth was wide open, I was speechless. Amy stood there a while, one hand on her hip, the other had a finger in her mouth. Amy walked across the lounge to turn off the music, not in a great hurry, giving us a fantastic view of her, and she stooped to collect her clothes. Eddie said “As it’s my birthday, it’s traditional for the stripper to stay around for a drink, and as it’s my birthday treat she’d stay undressed, and furthermore, as there is a shortage of seating, she’d sit on my knee”. I was expecting Amy to laugh and get dressed, instead she walked over to Eddie, sat sideways on his knee, put his arms around her waist and gave him a long slow kiss on his mouth. Eddie lifted his hand to cup Amy’s right breast, after he’d had a short grope Amy said “I said no touching, but you can get away with that one as it’s your birthday, but that’s all”. There was a chorus of “It’s my birthday soon, can I have a touch?” Amy stood up and walked to each of the other two, stood in front of them and they both had a quick fumble, Mark managed to get a hand between Amy’s legs and for a moment he had a finger inside of her, but she said “Enough now, you’re not gang banging me”. “Shame” I heard someone say, “You must be an incredible fuck”.
And that was it, Amy stayed undressed for about 20 minutes, and my mates disappeared soon afterwards, telling me to enjoy myself and if I needed a hand to give them a call.
I did ask Amy how far she would have gone, to which she replied “I didn’t know how far I could go, maybe next time you’ll give me some warning”. I can’t wait to see her gang banged.
