I’m what you’d call a nerd, a techy, a computer geek. But geeks need love, or at least sexy, too. I was between girlfriends when this happened. Between by about seven years, if I’m honest.

After jogging one Saturday night through the park, I went to a local strip club alone. I had been super horny all day for some reason. Okay, it’s probably because I haven’t had sex in a couple of years. I’d tried to run the need out of me, but it didn’t work.

The hottest dancer in the house kept coming by my table. I spotted her right after I entered the building. Her name was Ashley, angelic sweet, a 20-year-old blonde with the most perfect body I’d ever seen.

Ashley, a vibrant young woman with long blonde hair, strutted onto a side stage, her hips swaying to the beat of the music. Her body, so smooth and supple, called to me. The woman’s taut stomach rippled with each step. She had just turned twenty, yet she moved like a seasoned pro, her ass cheeks shaking hypnotically as she gyrated.

The girl held me prisoner with every tilt of her head or wink of her eye.

It had been far too long since I last felt this kind of raw arousal. The stripper’s attire for the night, a sexy plaid miniskirt, which barely contained her taut ass. Black lace stockings hugged legs and brought a sinful fantasy to mind. A sheer top hinted at more than it revealed.

She moved from the stage at the song’s end, and a new girl strutted out to take her place.

Ashley had a look in her eyes as she approached my table. A fine perspiration wet my shirt as Ashley whispered into my ear.

“How about a private dance, sweetheart? Give the man 20 bucks, and we’ll have some fun in the VIP room.”

How could I refuse with my cock throbbing in anticipation against the confines of my running shorts? The club was loud, with bass-heavy music pulsating through my veins in the same rhythmic beats of my pounding heart. It was intimate inside the small room: dim lighting cast shadows over her every move.

The first song played out as we found ourselves face-to-face on the small couch. Her lips touched mine, only brushing, a coquettish almost kiss, which left me breathless. Running my hands over her taught belly. Her flesh was soft and warm, sending a spark from my fingertips to my brain. I explored every curve available to me while she moved sensually, grinding against me for all she was worth from hip to thighs.

The seductress’s eyes gazed into mine and inspired me in a way mere words fail to express.

The scent of her skin was intoxicating, a mixture of vanilla and spice with a subtle undertone of lilac. The fragrance permeated the air in the small room. As the first song drew to a close, she pulled off her jersey and tossed it aside, revealing luscious, full breasts begging for my attention. Ashely’s nipples were stiff peaks, aching to be touched. My heart raced in anticipation as she moved on to the next song, starting with her panties.

Slowly and seductively, she writhed against me, her hips grinding against my sweaty thighs in an erotic dance that left me breathless. Each movement sent shockwaves of desire coursing through my veins, making it impossible for me to resist the unspoken invitation. Her soft flesh slid against my rock-hard cock through the thin fabric, teasing and taunting. Our bodies swayed in rhythm like two pieces of a single entity.

She approached from behind, pressing her lips against my ear while still grinding tits against me. The warmth of her breath, brushing over my ear, sent shivers down my spine. Each of her ragged breaths increased my arousal rather than soothing it. Her hips moved faster, round and round, as if she rode me. Controlling my body completely. I couldn’t help but moan into the darkened room as she ground herself on me harder and harder.

Her brow furrowed slightly as she arched back, hips snapping forward again and again like an addict looking for their next fix. She stopped abruptly and gyrated side-to-side. Rolling her hips forward, driving us both closer to the edge without words needing to be said aloud between us.

Ashley, with her voluptuous body and hypnotically swaying hips, slowly lowered herself onto my lap. Her panty-clad pussy teased me as it slid along my throbbing hard-on. Her plump ass cheeks gripped my shaft tightly, and her silky panties seemed unbelievably soft against my shorts.

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