There were only eight people at the shower, the bride, the matron of honor and the six brides maids. The male strippers/dancer had been hired at the last-minute when we found out there was to be a female stripper at the groom's bachelor party. The customary bridal shower gifts and games were rapidly dispensed with to increase the time allocated for the dancer.
He arrived promptly at 9 P.M. Boy, was he handsome. Tall and muscular, with long black hair, wide shoulders trim thighs and hips and a stomach the looked as hard as a rock. He was so pretty that I was afraid he was gay, but to my pleasure, I later found out that was not the case.
Obviously I didn't have a stage at my house where the party was to be held so I had acquired a 4 X 8 sheet of paneling to use as a dance floor just for this occasion. We laid it out on the living room carpet up against the fireplace and gathered around it in a semicircle sitting on the floor to watch his performance.
Using the cassette recorder that he had brought with him for background music, he began his routine. A series of the usual bumps and grinds were followed by the removal of an article of his clothing. The more he removed, the more we cheered (and the more wine we drank). By 10 p.m. he was down to a "G" string and his cowboy hat and boots. His favorite move seemed to be a wide swinging kick over our heads that almost but not quite exposed everything. As we clamored for more, more, he leaned back against the mantle and removed his boots. Now he was completely nude except for the hat and "G" string. He switched the tape to a soft slow number and asked if anyone wanted to dance.
Since I appeared to be the "leader of the pack," he singled me out. I didn't let on that I was dying to dance with him, but as a courtesy I deferred to the bride to be.
About three swings around the dance floor and the excitement, the food and the wine caught up with her. She dashed for the bathroom holding her mouth with one hand and her stomach with the other. Her sister, the matron of honor, was in fast pursuit. The sounds from the bathroom were obvious as she orally deposited the food and wine into the toilet bowl. It was an uncomfortable few minutes until the sister reappeared and said they must go home. Since two of the other brides maids had come with them the four left in one car. This cut our number in half, leaving only me and three other brides maids.
Determined not to let this little distraction spoil our evening we had the dancer continue. This time when he asked me to dance I agreed. As shy and coy as I could manage under the circumstances I let him lead me to the dance floor. He was still wearing only the "G" string which was covering less and less of him as we swung around the floor. As we danced he ground himself into me while the other girls hooted. Getting into the swing of it I ground back by grabbing his ass and pulling him into me.
We danced like that for quite a few minutes. It was apparent that the wine was being felt by everyone. I was aroused, he was aroused, Joan was asleep on the couch and Lisa had taken off all her clothes except for her bra and panties and was dancing dreamily with some imaginary lover to the music.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Katie slip behind him. Before I knew what was happening, with one quick snatch at the Velcro fasteners, Katie had his "G" string in her hands. Now he was not only nude, but erect. Although he never missed a beat it was certainly distracting for me. When Katie came close he grabbed her and pulled her into our dance.
His cock was like the rest of him, big and hard. It stood out like a divider between Katie and I. Although he had surprisingly little hair on his body, his pubic area was black and as thick as a bush. His muscular arms were holding both of us tight to his chest. When my hand went down to touch his massive tool his dancing skipped a beat and he squeezed us even harder. Katie must have had the same idea as I because I felt her hand on mind caressing his wondrous instrument.
Suddenly, Katie broke free of his hug, stripped off her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. She had long since removed her shoes so that now she was only wearing her bra and panties. I could see that they were wet at the crotch. She grabbed my blouse from behind and pulled it off over my head. My designer jeans needed a little help from me but within seconds I was also down to bra and panties. I wondered if my crotch was as wet has Katie's, it sure fell like it. Katie undid my bra from behind but before she had a chance to remove it he scooped me up in his arms and buried his face in my breasts, loose bra and all.
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