I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others (it is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a combination). I met her several months ago -- of all places -- in the waiting room of my dentist, where she shared with me her business (which is of no relevance to this story). My wife, Kristin, and I decided a few weeks later to join her business venture, and because of this association we have since developed a very close friendship with Dianne. Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne. The signs are obvious -- daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area while I kept our two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her friends apart from me)....

I decided to use the bathroom quickly before I went
on. I had a good bit to drink and didn’t want to have
any accidents. I went into the small bathroom that
adjoined the room. I decided to test the g-string and
pulled both sides, just as Shelly had shown me. It came
apart in my hands just like it was suppose to. I
finished and walked out to the hall. Teri signalled me
to join her at the end. I walked down the hall. In the
costume room, I saw Shelly trying to comfort Ellen who
was crying. I hurried along to Teri.

"What happened to Ellen?" I asked. "She got about half way through and froze. Don't worry, you'll do great! Lisa will have the crowd all warmed up for you." Shelly said. Looking at the other two girls she added, "Get ready for the judging." Elizabeth reached over to clothing pile and pulled out sheer white panties. She stepped into them and pulled them up her legs. As she pulled them up, I caught a glimpse of a completely shaven pussy. Karen had put down her drink and was rummaging through her pile. She pulled out a red g-string, similar in design to the one I was wearing (velcros on both sides). She pulled it under her robe and fit them on.
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"How did it go?" I asked as I poured her some wine and refilled my glass. "Great! They were yelling and clapping. I couldn't believe how excited I was." Karen's voiced cracked as she spoke. She took a gulp of the wine and sat down. I was wondering if she was going to faint. The crowd noise had dropped off and the music had stopped. It was too soon for Ellen to be done. The crowd cheered and the music started up again. A minute later, Shelly came in. "Pamela, you're next. Wait a couple more minutes and then go out to the wings and wait with Teri. Good Luck!" she said.
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The blonde put her head in the door and called Ellen. Ellen shook as she rose and walked like she was headed to the gallows out of the room. The blonde gave a nod to Shelly. "Okay, I've got to go help Teri. Are you going to be all right?" Shelly asked. "I think so." I responded. I was beginning to feel a little more relaxed. "Good luck. Okay Lisa, I don't think Ellen is going to last to long. Why don't you come out to the wings just in case." The two girls left. I went over to the bar to freshen my drink. Karen entered the room, blushing and looking quite flush. She had on her robe and had a red pile of clothes in her hand. She dropped them on the couch and went straight for the bar.
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The next dancer was tall and dark haired. She was
well built (but not as well built as the blond had been)
and had a dark tan. Her dance was similar and soon she
was down to a white g-string (she had been dressed all in
white). After she removed it, I was intrigued to see
that she too had her pussy lips shaven. She had her
remaining hair cut into the shape of a heart. Also, her
tan did not have any lines in it. She looked incredible.
Craig was obviously enjoying the show (my hand reached
into his lap and found him solid). It was getting close
to 10:00 and decision time.
Craig asked, “Well, do you want to give it a try?”
“I don’t know, there are so many men.” I replied.
“But you don’t know anyone here, you’ll probably
never meet any of these people again.” he countered.
“Good point, Promise you won’t tell anyone ever.”
He quickly nodded his head. He signaled our waitress,
and when she came, he ordered another round and asked her
if she could send the manager over so I could sign up for
the contest.

The crowd hooted and hollered as she threw the bra
aside. She turned around and we could see her large
breasts. She had very large pinkish nipples. She danced
around the runway and shook her chest at the men. Again,
she returned to the back of the stage. Her back once
more turned to the audience, she unsnapped her g-string
and threw it to the side. The crowd was really getting
loud. She turned and faced the audience. Her pussy lips
were completely shaven and she had a small blond thatch
over her pussy. She took her time dancing around the
runway, pausing in front off men so they could get a
closer look. She danced some more in the middle of the
stage as the music came to an ending. She took a bow as
the crowd applauded enthusiastically. She grabbed her
clothes and went behind the curtain. She came back twice
for curtain calls.

We both swiftly drank the first and the second had
just arrived when the stage lights dimmed. We could
barely see the curtain move and then a spot light came
on. A very well built blonde was on the stage. She was
dressed in a dark blue velvet dress and was wearing
matching gloves that ran past her elbows. She had a
matching set of pumps on her feet. The room momentarily
hushed in anticipation. The music came on loud. It had
a disco style beat. The girl started moving on the
stage. She danced down the runway and back. She was not
bumping or grinding, no pelvic thrusts or anything. She
looked like she was just dancing like I might. Then she
pulled one glove off, and then the other. She threw them
to the back part of the stage out of reach. She turned
her back too the crowd and lowered her hands to the hem
of the skirt. She slowly raised it up her body and
finally took it over her head. She turned and faced the
crowd. She had on matching black bra, panty (more of a
g-string), and garter belt set. She danced around the
runway and returned to the back part of the stage. She
turned her back to the crowd once again. The straps of
her bra fell down her arms. Her bra must have had a
front hook because she pulled both cups to her sides.

As the sun began to set, I knew I was running out of
time. Craig joined me in the shower and immediately
dropped to his knees and buried his face in my mound. He
certainly was not going to make it easy for me. I
dressed for dinner in blue jeans and a blouse (I wasn’t
going to make it as easy as the night before for him
either. I even wore a bra!). We ate at a nice seafood
place. Craig tried to keep pouring liquor into me but I
paced myself. I had been thinking about what he had
said. I had a fantasy about being a stripper, but I
wasn’t sure I wanted to turn it into reality. I figured
that the lounge would be dingy, the women slutty, and the
men would all have beer guts.
After dinner, Craig looked at me expectantly. “I’ll
go look, but I won’t decide till later.” I said. He
grinned and hurriedly drove us to the lounge. At the
entrance, a bouncer told us about the cover charge. He
asked if I was interested in competing for the $500.00
prize. Craig said that I might be but we wanted to check
it out. He said that we needed to check in with the
manager at the bar by 10:00 if I wanted to enter. He
explained that the competition did not start till 10:30,
and that the regular girls worked before that.
The room was semi dark and the music was loud. I
clung to Craig instinctively as we entered the room
filled with men. I could see just a couple of women in
the crowd. It was not dirty or seedy. The men were
mostly young, and only a few looked like they should be
driving around in pickup trucks with gun racks. We
worked our way to the bar and I could just barely see the
stage area between all the men (there must have been over
300 of them!). The stage was well lit from track lights
that hung down similar to the disco we had ben to on
Saturday night. No one was on the stage and most of the
men were milling about. Waitresses scurried about (fully
clothed, but in short cocktail outfits). We found a
small table for two at the bar when two men got up and
left. We could see the stage. Although not the best
sits in the house, they would certainly be adequate for
our needs. A waitress came to our table almost
immediately and took our order. This wasn’t too bad but
I didn’t want to be too clear headed if I was going to go
through with this. The waitress swiftly returned with
the drinks and Craig ordered another round.

"But you promised. I think that you will enjoy it. You certainly have enjoyed all the stares on the beach, and on the dance floor the other night. You were excited by watching that couple and I bet if you are really willing to admit it to yourself, that you were excited having those two boys watch." he argued. It was true, I do like the stares, whether it be at the beach or on the dance floor. I wasn't too sure about the two boys watching us, however, I had certainly enjoyed the show the couple put on. "I'm not saying I will do it, but another day would be fun." I conceded. "As long as you are not saying that you definitely won't" he said with a smile. Craig and I both called our offices and took an extra day. We returned for another day on the beach. Craig was very attentive, occasionally slipping his hands into my suit. I kept pushing him away as I wanted to rest and I knew I couldn't think straight with an itchy pussy.
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I awoke with a similar sensation to the morning before. Craig was once again between my legs and I was already starting to juice. We made slow love again and drifted back to sleep. We finally arose from bed after 1:00 p.m. and ate. Craig suggested that I call the office and take another day, so that we might further enjoy tonights experience. I had been hoping he might drop that. "I'm not to sure I really want to go through with that" I said, hoping he would let me bow out gracefully. Things were going pretty well between us and I didn't want to screw them up too badly.
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Craig started to harden in my pussy. “what are you
thinking about?” I teased him. His cock throbbed within
me and he started to stroke again.
“You, and how great you’ll look up on the stage
tomorrow.” he replied.
“What makes you think I will do it?” I asked.
“You wouldn’t go back on your word, besides, its a
long walk home” he kidded (atleast I hoped he was
kidding). He rose up, helping me to my feet, never
disengaging. We carefully walked to the bed and then
laid down on it. It was a much slower pace then our
previous frenzy. When we had finished, we fell asleep in
each others arms.

I want you to enter that amateur contest tomorrow night.”
he said. I was almost shocked back to reality. But I
decided to promise him anything, whether I would actually
do anything was another story. His hand had once again
slid up my dress and was stroking me.
“Okay, I’ll do it, just give me relief.” I told him.
He picked up the pace a bit and I finally came. But he
kept working his finger in and out.
When we arrived back at the hotel, I was ready to
come again. He pulled his hand out though. We walked to
the elevator. I could see a stain on the front of my
dress. I couldn’t believe how hot and bothered I was,
especially after having had so much sex that weekend.
Luckily, we didn’t run into anyone. When we entered the
elevator, Craig pulled his zipper down and ordered me to
suck him. I obediently dropped to my knees and pulled
his cock out. I engulfed the head with my mouth,
unconcerned that it was a glass elevator (the glass was
smoked so it was unlikely anyone could have seen anything
anyway). Craig may have talked a good game, but he was
not totally unaffected by our night out. He was rock
hard. When we reached our floor, we quickly ran to the
room (Craig didn’t even zip back up).
Craig was all over me as soon as the door closed.
We didn’t even remove our clothing. I just hiked my
skirt and Craig later untied my halter to get access to
my breasts. Craig dropped his pants and undershorts to
the floor and pulled me down to the carpet. He entered
me hurriedly, as I raises my legs over his head onto his
back. This was exactly what I needed. He pumped
furiously into me. It reminded me of he couple we had
witinessed the night before. I came and kept coming.
Craig finally shot deep into me and we both just laid
spent on the floor.

“What are we doing here?’ I asked.
“I thought that since you had stimulation all night,
now it was my turn.” he replied.
“I don’t want to go in there, I want to go back to
the room.” I whined.
“Why do you want to go back there when the night is
still young?”, he teased. He wanted me to say it.
“I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and often NOW!”
I answered.
“But what about me? You’ve had all night to get hot
and bothered and I want to have a little fun now.” he
said.
“I’ll do anything you want as long as you take me
back to the room NOW!” I was running out of patience.
“Anything?” he teased.
“Anything!” I replied.
“Okay, but I want you to do something special for
me.” he gave me an evil grin. I was to hot to notice and
just nodded my head. He started the car and headed back
to the hotel. “I want you to help me live out a fantasy.

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Sunday evening, we went out to eat again (we had a three day weekend so we wouldn't have to head back until Monday evening). I had on a white halter dress. Craig was being most attentive. At the restaurant, his hand slid under my dress and he caressed my thighs. I was having a hard time eating my salad as his finger wormed under my panties and entered me. He would discreetly remove his hand from under my dress whenever the waitress approached. After she cleared the salads away, I excused myself and went to the ladies room. I could plainly see how flushed I looked in the mirror. I removed my soaking panties and put them in my purse. Craig rose when I returned to the table and helped me with my seat. Sitting, his hand quickly discovered the reason for my little trip and his face lit up with a smile. After dinner had been cleared away (I can't even remember what I had!), the waitress asked if we would like dessert. Craig teases me by not removing his hand for her final visit and said that we were going to go somewhere else for dessert. When we got in the car, Craig's hand once again slipped up my dress. My excitement was overpowering. I just wanted release. I could smell myself in the confined space of the car as he drove. His fingers kept teasing my clit, but always stopping short of giving me release. I was tempted to reach down and finish myself off. Craig pulled the car into a parking lot. I looked up expecting to see the hotel, and was surprised to see that we were near the edge of the strip. He had driven us back to the strip joint that we had seen as we drove in. I didn't particularly want to go in, in fact, all I wanted was to go back to the room and fuck.
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