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Alex and Esther have discovered a torrid interest in each other, is there a future for them?
Esther and I had plenty of weekends like that later, as I'd proposed. It worked out since we could travel together without raising any scrutiny. People who knew us figured it was a family trip. People who didn't never suspected anything odd about it since we were close enough in age, though by the way we weren't publicly showing affection they figured we were cousins, friends, anything but two sexual animals who were biding their time until they could find privacy for their urges. It did get frustrating having to play it cool until we were out of sight, but we were both happy.

When I had told them that I'd found work in Arizona and shared my plans for leaving home, she was calm to the point of indifference. She didn't have any private demands to talk to me, she just listened while I went over where I was going and when. I was expecting some kind of reaction from her, but she didn't even come with us to the airport. If I had been a small kid I would have cried. As it was, I almost physically felt that a piece of me was gone.

My dad broke news of their divorce when I came to visit that year for Christmas. She had been gone several months by then. He told me that when he last spoke with her she'd found a job with an information technology company in Utah. When I got home, I debated what to do for a long time. How I felt, what I wanted, what she might think of me. I finally went north to see how she was. I drove, even though it was farther than I've done, perhaps because I wanted more time to think about it along the way. After I checked into a hotel, I looked up the company and after a few phone connections I tracked her down.

She answered the phone by identifying herself. I almost thought I had the wrong person. Her voice was commanding, brisk, and pitched a little lower. I'd never heard her talk like that before. She apparently was too busy to recognize the name passed to her by their receptionist, but I also thought that maybe she was going to quickly get rid of me. I hadn't even considered that before, but it was too late now.

"Hello, Esther," I said softly.

There was a long moment, then her voice became soft and familiar again , "Alex?"

"Yes. Sorry to call you at work like this, but I didn't have any other way to reach you."

"It's good to hear your voice," she said. She was quiet for long moment, and I was at a loss for words all of a sudden. "Where are you?"

"I'm staying over in Salt Lake City. But I'm just down the street from you now."

"Would you come meet me in my lobby?"

"Yes. How about in fifteen minutes?"

"Fine."

The office building had a minimal, almost anonymous lobby, though the people all wore the same company ID badges to indicate that I was one of few visitors. All of them were in high end business attire, carrying themselves like they were the new guardians of Olympus,. That's how Esther looked walking out of that elevator, but she became more like the woman I knew as she approached, until she was standing mere inches away from me, blushing prettily as she looked up into my face.

"Hello again, Esther."

"Alex." Her eyes were shiny and there was catch in her voice, but she reached for my hand and held tight. I covered them with my other hand gently and she did the same. She smiled and shook her head. I smiled back and we laughed softly.

"Should we go somewhere else to talk? Some people are staring."

"I don't give a fuck who sees or knows," she said with that daring, almost impatient look she'd used on me before. Some darker eye makeup gave her green eyes a look that seemed unrelenting, like a hunter. I looked nervously at a pair of women who were walking close enough to hear her and had turned their heads. Apparently they knew Esther too, because they just snickered as they walked on.

"I'm sorry," she said, getting control of herself once more, "You still do that to me."

She was smiling to take the edge out of her words and to show she remembered everything we had shared before. "I'm really glad to see you and I don't care who sees how much that I am. Not now, and no more."

We left the exposure of the lobby anyway. She led me to a shaded spot that had room to sit with the spray of a fountain drowning out the noise of the workplace around us.

"How are you now, really?" I asked as I took her hand again.

"I'm fine, Alex. I was just too emotional there. I thought before of what I'd do if we saw each other again, but that all left my mind as soon as you were in front of me."

"Yeah, it hardly seemed real, and then I saw you walking to me. It was like part of the world made sense again."

Her face told me that she wanted to kiss, and I leaned over and gave her my best. It was a soft one, romantic, though we clung at the end as if to promise more later. Much more.

"I'm glad you found me," she said. "I know you took a chance coming here."

"I never had a chance," I reminded her. "I never had a chance to hear how you felt, to stay in touch, or to say goodbye. Why didn't you let me?"

"You needed to get out there and try to make something of yourself, but I didn't feel that I should be influencing you. I didn't want you to ever think of yourself as just a man that I had an affair with."

"I think it's been harder to do that without you in my life. I had to come. If you didn't want to see me, then being heartbroken was better than never knowing."

"You would have moved on. Just like I've had to move on. There's a whole world out here, Alex. That's what I found out after my parents died. That's why I never quite fit into that little place we were in growing up. I didn't care what people thought about my choice in friends, what i did, where i lived. None of that mattered to me because I knew things didn't have to be over even when I felt so down. That's why I could marry your father even though he's old enough to be mine. I was lucky that my parents left me what I would need to build my own life, but the important thing was that I didn't need a man to replace my father, I wanted one who was up to my own standards for a spouse. I thought that I was up to his but apparently not."

She cut me off when I was about to answer, "There's no use talking about that, Alex. There's more that you didn't know and I didn't tell you. That was my relationship and my situation with him. And it wasn't because of how my feelings for you developed. Your father decided well before that to separate. He didn't want to be married anymore but he also thought I should at least finish school for the sake of my own future, so he asked me to wait until after I graduated before I filed for divorce. Even though he threw our marriage away, he still cared at one level."

"Was it bad?"

"Bad?" she repeated after me as if I'd asked an inconceivable question. "It was the end of our marriage, of course it was. But it wasn't as bitter as some. He called me twice afterward and asked if I needed any more money or help with finding another job in case this one didn't work, but he hasn't called me since then. It was pitiful, but I had to go on. Did he talk with you about it?"

"We never talked about you two, we didn't have that kind of father-son communication. It's not like he ever talked to me about it before he married you, either."

"Do you think he'd get upset if he finds out about us now?"

"He might , but who is he to complain about faults in the love life department. He's my father, but this is my life --our lives -- not his, now.

She sighed, since that was a matronly explanation that she hadn't counted on delivering, but that we probably needed at some point. Would I ever stop thinking of her as my stepmother instead of as something else, especially as my lover? A dark part of me didn't want to. The rest of me didn't either, since I didn't want to lose her in any way, not after I'd found her again.

"Would you come back with me?" I asked her.

"Back as in to Phoenix?" she asked, and looked at me when I paused. "If you hadn't found me, I was coming after you, someday."

I kissed her again and held her for a while. "I meant to say dinner at my hotel, since it's supposed to have the nicest restaurant downtown."

"Come pick me up here after work at six. After I'm done, I don't want be apart again."

I went to my hotel to change into something classier so that we wouldn't be so mismatched. When I waited for her she came out of the building in her crisp suit, a laptop bag dangling from a strap over her shoulder, head high with dark hair stirring in the breeze. I took a deep breath at the sight and smiled when she saw me. I took her over to my new ride, a sleek black convertible, and she looked it over with appreciation. She donned a pair of sunglasses and did the top button of her blouse so that the wind wouldn't ruin it. As I started up I looked over and drank in the sight of her, seated with her arm on the door, wisps of hair blowing as I drove us out of there. She was an amazing hunk of woman and rolling around with her at my side felt among the best moments of my life.

I tried to chat a little on the short drive but she didn't have much to say. I figured that she was saving it for the evening. She didn't remark on the hotel when we arrived, either. When the door to the elevator closed I heard a small thud and I turned to see if she'd dropped something. She had alright, because I saw her laptop bag and purse still bouncing off the floor when she flew up and wrapped herself around me. It was so sudden that I drew back to look at her.

"No, please, I've been wanting this all afternoon," she came at me again and ran her hands over my chest, " I've been wanting this ever since you left."

"So have I," I said, "but I kind of pictured more than a moment in an elevator."

She was pulling on my collar and whispered hotly in my ear, "This is just a taste."

She'd pulled her skirt up and was pulling at my belt. I worked frantically to get my pants undone as she pulled her panties aside. I was fully stiff and found that she was dripping wet, ready.

"Thatta boy," she growled and guided it between her legs. Maybe it was the excitement, maybe it was pent up frustration and realizing we were still both crazy about each other, but I came almost as soon as I was in her. I came, but I didn't subside. Not much, and not for long. As I started driving into her again I could feel my seed forced out of her and running down her legs.

"Yes!" She stifled the word from becoming a shriek as she held me tighter. I curled my arm under her to support her bottom and braced us against the wall of the little car. I groaned and kissed her neck as I came again. She whimpered as she bucked against me then her head rolled and hair spilled over her face as her own orgasm ripped through her brain.

I set her down on her feet and she tried not to stumble. I felt like we had just run a track event, a whole day's worth of energy expended in so brief a time. She pulled me close for a kiss then broke off when the elevator chimed at my floor. Luckily there was no one there so i got my pants buttoned quickly and held the door while she straightened her clothes as best she could and collected her things.

When we were safely in my room, she chuckled as she surveyed the damage to her suit. "Well, I can't go out to dinner like this."

"The shops down there advertised that they make room deliveries."

She scrolled through my phone screen and picked one. She called down and asked the sales clerk for some dresses that she wanted to try on and accessories. She saw the look I gave her as she started to get ready to shower. "Uh-uh, you wait out here. Getting naked in front of you is just going to get make me want you again, and then we'd never leave the room."

"That wouldn't be so bad, would it? " I asked playfully.

"No," Her eyes crinkled as she laughed while she shut the door, "but we're gonna need our stamina. Let's have that nice meal and let me show you off for a while."

She came out of the room clad in the hotel's bathrobe by the time the sales clerk from the women's wear shop arrived. I left the two of them to privacy of the bedroom while I waited outside on the couch. At one point I heard them giggling for a while. When they came out, Esther looked elegant in a navy colored dress and heels. She only had her lipstick and a little eye color along in her purse so it made her look younger than me for a change. Later I asked her what they were laughing about in there.

"She liked my suit and was going to pick up the skirt for a look but I warned her not to so she wouldn't get our stuff on her. When she asked what was wrong I couldn't think of another reason why and I just blurted out the truth. She wasn't shocked or offended, she just asked me how I liked it. I told her how I felt a bit ashamed for behaving that way but how the sex was really thrilling when I jumped you in the elevator. She thought it was the greatest thing she'd heard of all week, said that she wanted to give it a try too. Don't look embarrassed, it's fun when I get to to brag about you. Let's go eat."

They gave us a table off to the side of the restaurant that felt warm and dark. We told each other about starting our careers and where we wanted to go from here. She was a little afraid of the amount of responsibility that she had for her age and short time within the company, and didn't imagine she would like to stay for long. I told her about the highs and lows of my line of work. Neither of us felt too passionate about it and we turned conversation to the time we had together, recalling escapades and what that made us think we'd like to try. We had worn out talk by the time she asked if we could go up to the room. When we saw the bed turned down with fresh flowers on the dresser, she wasn't shy about what she wanted.

"At last," she said in a honeyed voice. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a kiss full of desire. As she turned she lifted her hair and showed me the zipper of her dress. I pulled down on the silver tab and revealed the warm skin of her back. It slid apart and down until it gathered at her hips, starting to reveal the sides of her breasts, then it abruptly slipped and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it and pulled her g-string off. She had grown her hair out longer and straighter, making her face more stoic. Her body was more muscular, not with bulk but was lean and accentuating the curves of her hips and breasts to make her look even more feminine rather than less. She had let her pubic hair grow out but not bushy, just soft and hiding her vulva as much as a small bikini bottom would.

The low light was enough for me to adore every detail but was so intimate and encouraging to allow myself to be lost in the moment. "Wow, the time apart sure has been good to you."

"I missed you," she said as she stepped into my arms and kissed. She touched my face before she moved onto the corner of the bed, tugging my hand to get me in front of her. I ran my tongue from her ankles to her knees, paying attention to the tender skin of the back, stroking her thighs as I lingered there. She opened them wider as I kissed and licked my way up them. The closer I got to her crotch, the wetter and longer I used my mouth on her. When I got to her pubic mound I rubbed my nose and mouth there like a slow, groping hug during a make-out session. Whether she'd have a full bush or shaved it bare, I always loved having my face there. She purred and ran her fingers through my hair with joy at having her pussy tended to in the way that I loved doing it. She smiled lazily and shut her eyes to let the pleasure I was about to give roll over her. "God, I missed you."

I brushed my lips over her slit, careful not to press down on it. Her legs moved to lock my head in place but I wouldn't be rushed. I acted like I had just remembered that the rest of her body was there. I kissed the exquisitely taut skin of her smooth belly, dipping my tongue into the neat hole of her navel. I gently cupped my hand over her snatch as my mouth roamed over the warm curves of her breasts. Her nipples were achingly erect, ripe and red. I Touched one carefully, stroking it with a fingertip while I suckled on the other. She drew a sharp breath and led it out raggedly when I gave her nipple as soft pinch and a tug and sucked her other a little harder. She was starting to writhe under my other hand but I just kept it still, letting her simmer a little. She tried to rub against my hand so I gave her nipple a firmer tug and gave the other a gentle nip of the teeth then circled it with the firm tip of my tongue, like she would do to me when she wanted to give me a toe-curling blowjob. But I still didn't move my hand, just kept her pussy warm like a soft blanket. I moved up and kissed her lightly on the lips as she panted weakly. When she started to kiss me back I moved my hand a little, stroking her vaginal lips and flicking my thumb through her bush. She opened her mouth for my tongue and I stuck it in until she started wrestling it with hers. I started to feel her pussy seeping so I started stroking my fingertips through the very opening of he snatch, sawing them wetly and giving her clitoris a little bump at the top. She moaned into my mouth when I did that and caressed my neck and ears.

I broke away for air and looked at her. She looked like she wanted to say something but was having too much trouble because my fingers kept grabbing her attention. I kissed my way down her body again and brushed my lips over the delicate line between her pussy fur and her inner labia. she sighed in wonderful frustration, her eyes closed and mouth open to make little noises for the little tastes of pleasure I was teasing her with. She held the back of my head, urging, insisting for me to hurry up and give her what she needed. I took her hands in mine and gripped them tight as my lips got closer to the pleasure center of her womanhood again. Sorry, babe, I thought, I've wanted this a long time too, and I want to make it last a while. But just a while. When her grip softened I started to lick a little firmer to soothe her.

I glanced up to see how she was taking it. Her head was turned to the side, eyes closed, her tongue tucked into the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving and flushing brightly with arousal. Her hands were gripping the bedcovers fiercely while her hips were flexed but still, hoping for more, and soon, please. She looked like she was so close to orgasm that she could cum if I just blew a puff of air on her clitoris, which was peeking from its delicious little hood, bright shiny and pink and begging for me itself.

I kissed the top of her slit gently. After a few kisses, I could feel her juices running and I kissed harder. I used my tongue to open her lips for me, and ran in it slowly from the bottom to the top. I eased her legs wider and pointed my tongue as long as it could get and started fucking her with it. She wriggled some more because she was loving it but really, really wanted it to make friends with her clit again. I didn't keep her waiting long, but she sighed and melted into the bed as the very tip of my tongue met it and rubbed around, making it very wet and slippery.

I softly pulled her pussy lips away and flicked my tongue quickly against her clit. Her tummy clenched and her legs trembled to let me know that she was steaming hot and ready for the ride. I pulled one of her thighs to my shoulder and held the small of her back so that I could stay with her. She squirmed around as I continued. I loved the sounds of her pleasure and how they changed with how soft or how intense my touching was. I curled my tongue into a small tube and let the little bud of her clitoris rest on it. I moved my upper lip to softly cover it, and started to suck tenderly. She looked ready for more so I sucked harder and I heard her gasp. She heated up as her blood rushed to it. She twisted on the bed more forcefully but I had a good grip and kept right where she wanted me.

"Yes! Oh christ, YESSS!!!" She grabbed my hand when I reached up to stroke her breasts and held on ferociously. When she let go I eased two fingers into her box and slowly slid them in and out. She could tell what I was up to so she got a good chunk of her bottom lip in her teeth and bit hard. As my fingers got wetter from her and her breathing sped up, I sped up too. My tongue and lips were fast on her button and her helpless whines grew harsh as she arched her back. She drew very deep breath and let out a wail that would have alarmed me but for the fluid that bathed my mouth and the way she collapsed in glorious release. I snaked my tongue into her cunt and moved it in rhythm with my fingers, careful not to give he too much too fast. Her breath hummed in her throat as I stayed with her, keeping it going until I felt her tremble and wilt again. And again, until she reached down to touch my face, her way of letting me know that she enjoyed it and needed a break.

I kissed my way up to her breasts again and stroked her legs as her breathing slowed back down. She held my shoulders and got her legs around me. She was too sensitive to fuck but wanted to let me know she'd make me happy if I could be patient for a bit.

I couldn't help backing a step away from the bed so that I could look at her. She was like a work of art on the bed, her perfect svelte figure coated in a sheen of sweat like a fine oil, her arm draped over her face almost dramatically as she regained her senses. She smiled impishly with a little curl to her lip to give me her best bad-girl invitation as she got up on her elbows and rubbed her legs together. "How much longer are you going to be rude to me, standing there fully clothed with that bulge in your pants?"

I pulled my shirt off and felt a sneaking bit of pride as she stared up at me, her eagerness plain upon her face. "I'm glad you haven't let yourself go, you're still so strong. I always thought you'd grow up to be good looking and you turned out to be quite a man."

I got my pants off and despite what we'd been doing I saw her eyes widen a bit and slight blush come to her cheeks as she watched my erect cock bounce heavily as I freed it from underwear. I guess some things you never get tired of seeing, like I wouldn't of when she got naked for me. I pulled her closer to the corner of the bed and she let me lift her hips as she guided me inside of her.

I kissed along her neck and tasted the salt of her sweat as I went deeper into her. I kissed her deeply and her breath rushed through her nose as she met my passion, unwilling to part for air. It was not like our frenzied clutch in the elevator, I took my time kissing and holding her tight, stroking her body and face, smiling inwardly when her eyes would flutter as her climaxes became stronger rather than easing down.

"Honey, did you ever get off yet?" she asked as if awareness was only now catching up with her.

"I'm having too much fun," I smirked.

"You bad boy." She held my shoulders and hooked her legs around my waist so that she could fuck me back. I let her lead and let out a series of helpless groans of my own as she squeezed me dry.

I got on the bed beside her and it was her turn to pet and play with me while I lay there drained. "Whoops, did I break him?"

I let out a low whistle. "I think he's down for the count, babe."

Her lips twisted in doubt and she traced a finger up my leg, finally rewarded by the glans of my member getting engorged and the shaft starting to straighten.

"Looks like he disagrees with you and is ready for the second round." She sat cross-legged between my knees and leaned forward. For a crazy moment it made me think of her as a snake charmer trying to get my spent cock to rise like a cobra from a basket. It stopped being funny when she kissed my balls and licked her way to the top of my cock, which got hard so fast it almost made me dizzy. I couldn't stand being teased in that state and got up on my knees, pulling her up to hers as I got behind her. It jabbed her in the ass and she gave it a warm squeeze.

"See there? You're so stiff and hot, looks like you're ready to do some serious pounding with this thing," She looked back at my face and gave me a kiss before she leaned to put her head down on the bed, spreading her pussy open with her fingers. " Lucky me."

We stayed in the hotel for the weekend as we tried to make up for lost time. We went back to our everyday routines reluctantly, but it made getting together again on the weekends like we used to that much hotter. Sometimes we would call each other during the week to plan something, but most of the time I'd just let her know when I was on my way. A couple of times we got each other so worked up that we ended up masturbating together on the phone. That made me think of when I first watched her but it was more enjoyable with us both telling each other what we were doing and feeling. And of course, I had never told her about that.

We had traveled together a few times during school, mostly stateside, so we made a few vacations where we tried Hong Kong, Paris, and Sydney. She took the lead on those, but I hadn't realized how far she could go to satisfy her own curiosity or get a kick.

Like that time she suggested that we should join the infamous Mile High Club. She came across the idea on a lark and found an outfit in Nevada that let couples charter a plane to get it on during a flight to achieve the bragging rights. The plane was a Cessna normally used for skydiving but had an inflatable mattress dressed up with nice sheets and a couple of big pillows for the task. There was a curtain to separate us from our pilot, a stout Chinese lady who tried her best to make it like a hotel experience. After she put on her headphones and got busy readying the plane for flight, Esther whispered to me "Doesn't she look like that one bus driver from high school?"

I sputtered and she giggled as she covered both our mouths to not say anymore as we got airborne. She started taking her clothes off when the plane levelled off. We were settling into some cozy foreplay when the plane lurched and dipped like a rollercoaster. The turbulence was very bad, so that was as far as we could get. We got bounced around and the instability of the inflatable mattress only made it worse. It was kind of amusing to tumble around the tiny cabin buck naked with her, but mostly painful.

"They need to use a bizjet so that they can get above this stuff," she grumbled as she rubbed her head after getting catapulted into the roof when we made one last try at cowgirl. "Sorry, honey. I'll make it up to you."

We went to a quiet, comfortable hotel in Denver and made it official.

"Not as crazy as holding on for dear life in a flying mini-van, but damn, baby," she remarked breathlessly as she wiped her forehead while she got off of me. She was so worn out that she was only partly successful, and her legs tumbled down on top of mine.

"I'm loving every minute of this," I grinned. "It's all the fun getting around that makes it such a kick."

"You're the only one i can let go like this with," she said quietly after she caught her breath.

I stretched over for her hand and kissed it. "I'm glad that I got you back."

"After that first night together," she said as she raveled her fingers with mine, "something woke up in me. I had always needed to keep my wild side tied down. Now you've set it free again."

I turned the thought over my mind like a mechanic might hold an unfamiliar tool. "I got my share of naughty stuff too. Don't feel like you have to lay it all out if you're not ready or uncomfortable."

"I'm not, and I want to share it all. But what about you?"

I sighed in warning, "Careful what you wish for."

"No, I do want to hear it. I want to know where you're coming from. We never really got to know each other as well as I've wanted. I want to know what's in your mind when we do things."

I turned to her and reveled in our nakedness, figuratively and actually. I felt a hot rush in my trunk that told me that we, deliciously, weren't going to have much room for words later so to let each other enjoy them now. "I never met anybody like you. That first year was so good. I didn't like hiding it, but as soon as we'd get together again I would feel like it was all worth it."

"We found something incredible, and I want to keep it." she said with a languid smile as she brushed a foot up my calf. She pinned me down by the stomach with her other foot as she continued up my thigh, watching with curiosity as my penis stirred and hardened until it lay pulsing against my torso like a long, hot stone.

"That feels good, babe," I told her as she caressed my chest with her sole. Her toe ring caught a reflection as her shapely foot slid down and she rose up to straddle me. She turned me over and got on my hips, rubbing my shoulders and then leaning forward to rest her breasts on my back. She kissed the back of my neck as she ran her hands up my arms to hold mine.

"Have you ever had one of those tiny asian girls walk on your back?"

"No, I haven't."

"Why do guys like that?"

"A tiny asian girl isn't going to have the strength to massage the muscles of the back very well, so she'll use her body weight to give him a good deep tissue rubdown."

"Really? That's all? I thought it was some kind of fetish."

"Maybe it is that, too." I allowed.

"Well, those massage parlors have a reputation for secretive favors."

"I'm sure there's some measure of truth in it."

She laid beside me and we turned on our sides so that she could see my face. "Have you ever done that?"

"Never done that either."

"Have you ever wanted to?

"No, I didn't see any point to try, I had a pretty busy dating life as it was."

"But you've gone to strip clubs."

"Yeah, you knew that. "

"So what's the difference?"

"Getting laid in a strip club doesn't happen that often."

"Bullshit."

"Oh, I'm sure it happens. Just not as often as a massage parlor, probably. But again, I've never gotten laid in a massage parlor, so I can't really say. And I never got laid in a strip club myself for that matter."

"Not once?"

"Nope. Going to topless clubs was something I did just to hang out with the guys,and seeing the girls cavort was more for the surroundings rather than trying to get one to bed. The girls are there to make money, not to hook up with a man. But once nude clubs came along it killed the night club scene. The girls who would normally go out to dance in night clubs to get attention and get men to spend money on them found out they could actually make a living off dancing for tips instead, i guess."

She considered what I said. "I would think that would make you look for a girl in one of those, then."

"Far from it. I've run into girls who were doing it, but I didn't go to the clubs to meet them."

"Take me to one."

"Are you sure about that?"

"I want a look at what you used to do, and I'd rather go with you than alone. I want to know what it's like there. You can get a couple of lapdances if you need to, just don't leave me out there alone for a long time. I don't want to be looking stupid, doing nothing but sitting by myself."

This told me how clueless she was to the strip club scene but also told me she would have to see it for herself. A woman with her looks and libido was not going to go unnoticed and definitely not going to stay bored, unless she was adamant in her resolve to be that way, too.

"You wouldn't be jealous?" I asked her.

"I don't think so. Should I be? I thought you meant that you didn't go there for sex."

"Yes, but I'd still be checking out other women and physical contact with them."

"I know men are more visual than women, and you especially. It hasn't upset me when you look at other women because I know you always pay attention to me. Do you get upset when other men look at me?

"No. A guy can't be with a beautiful woman and expect the world stop noticing her. I expect it. I even expect guys to keep trying their luck with you. It's annoying, but I learned the hard way long ago that I have to trust a woman or not at all. Ladies have taught over and over that jealousy isn't cute or endearing."

"I never told you, but I was always glad you're like that. Is that what you thought when were dancing in that group on that cruise?" We had taken a short trip on a cruise line that year while my dad was in Europe. One of the men was a professional dancer and Esther wanted to join him for a couples dance, so she asked me and his wife if it would be okay to dance with him. We agreed and they put on good show for a few songs. "If a man touched me the way that he was in any other setting he would get himself slapped."

"Yeah, but I knew it was just the style of dance. He wasn't hitting on you."

"It looks very erotic, and it's kind of exciting to think of it that way, and the physical contact can feel good, but the emotion's not there. That's not what it's about."

"That's the way I see it," I said.

"We'll be all right, then. So where's a good place?"

"I know one that'l be good."

"Great. Now, where were we..." She crawled on top of me and got my hard dick between her supple legs again.

So, I picked a strip club in town that l knew was of better quality than most and picked a weekend to take her. I showed her an ad from the newspaper sports section and its web site. She looked them over and agreed with my choice. When we got there, she looked around several times in the first few minutes as we sat at a table.

"Well, this isn't so bad. I imagined something worse."

"Like what, fistfights, orgies, human sacrifice?"

She clucked at my sarcasm. "I just imagined a really gross dive, but this place is actually kinda pretty with the Greek garden type theme and soft lighting. The girls are young and cute, the bouncers look like sharply dressed bodybuilders instead of hostile gangsters. I think I'd be comfortable enough to stay a while."

"Go ahead, take it all in. This trip is for you."

"I meant what I said about the lapdances. You can get a couple." She was eyeing the girls with as much scrutiny as the guys around us were. " There are some really good looking women working here and they're looking hot."

In contrast, Esther was wearing a short-sleeved cotton blouse, jeans, and walking shoes. I told her not to dress in anything provocative so that everyone could tell she was a visitor and not one of the strippers. She hadn't said anything but had complied. Now her problem was her demeanor.

Before long one of the girls approached us. She was a lanky blonde with obvious but nicely shaped implants. She was wearing an extremely small gold bikini with a sarong around her waist as was standard when a girl was roaming the floor.

"Hi, I'm Kelly, would you mind if I join you two?" she said, crouching down to our level at the table so that she could shake Esther's hand before she shook mine. The handshake was quick and she made sure to only give me fingertips.

"Please join us, Kelly," Esther said pleasantly. I looked away to hide my amusement. This was a custie pitch, not a job interview. Esther was being friendly but I sensed something under the surface, though, so I was on red alert. Kelly didn't seem to see a potential problem and continued her hustle.

"Are you two looking for some fun? You're such a good looking couple, I think you'll have a blast here." I noticed her looking at our hands for wedding rings and studying our faces.

"I think he'd like a chance to enjoy a lapdance from you. I saw how he was watching during your stage dance and he's craving something blonde tonight." Esther said that as easily and smoothly as making a pick from a wine list. Good thing we didn't have drinks or I might have choked on mine.

The women exchanged smiles then looked at me. I felt like a bug under a microscope all of sudden rather than turned on, but Kelly nodded and gave me a hungry glance up and down to stroke my ego. "I think it would be my pleasure."

"Baby, are you're sure you're okay with this?" I sounded so lame that I regretted saying it immediately.

"I'm giving you a pretty nice treat here." she told me with an unbelieving smile. " You shouldn't just pass it up. Don't you like the way she looks? She's got the beach bunny vibe with the micro bikini and wavy hair."

Kelly smiled brightly at Esther in thanks but refrained from being too suggestive towards me. But still, she had those light blue eyes that make it impossible for a guy to not get excited once she turned those on him. Esther preempted any excuse I might give by taking Kelly's hand and placing it on top of mine.

"This one's on me, it's his birthday next week." She passed Kelly a folded bundled of bills discretely.

"Ah, well Happy Birthday to you, in advance, then. And thanks to you for the generous tip. Um, you have to stay out here, though."

"That'll be fine, I'll make sure to be good," Esther smiled and waved, already turning to look around the room with her arms crossed in dismissal. Kelly picked up my hand and marched me to the back of the club. Before we went through the curtains to the VIP lounge I looked back at Esther. A bouncer was talking to her at the table, and I hoped he didn't think she was an undercover or a jealous girlfriend. I resolved to come straight out and and get her out of there, since she already had the look-around that she'd asked for.

Kelly led me over to a dark cubicle and had me empty my pockets into the little tray mounted to the wall next to us. "Your girlfriend's really pretty. Is she a good girl?"

"She's an awesome girl," I said as I watched the blonde take her shoes and top off, " I mean, just how many treat their man to a night out like this?"

"Ha! Well, lucky for you that I'm a bad girl, so you're getting something tasty for your treat." She cradled my head in her arms as she drew it into her cleavage. She wiggled her bottom to let her covered snatch find my hard-on under my pants. She expertly and graciously helped get my cock lined straight up so that I would be comfortable and ready for a naughty lapdance. I moved my hands to her hips and she squeezed them warmly but took them away. "I'm afraid this club has pretty strict rules, so you can't touch me. Sorry, sport! But I get to touch you, so I'll make sure you have a good time."

"Okay, I'll mind my manners and let you drive."

"Sounds good," she purred as she wrapped her arms around me and got to work. She gave me a very nice but standard friction dance, never grinding on my crotch for more than a few seconds at a time, not even hinting at room for negotiation for more dances after the two songs were up. She got her top back on and took amusement in making sure my clothes were straightened out before we left the dark cubbyhole. "There. Now let's get you back out there before you're missed."

Only Esther wasn't at the table. I looked around carefully and didn't see her anywhere else either.

The deejay cut the lights after the last girl's set and turned on the glitterball. "Okay gentlemen, we now come to our portion of the evening for the amateur contest. We'll have a mix of local and visiting girls showing their stuff for a chance to join our line-up. First up, give a very warm welcome to a bad kitty. Give it up for Candy!"

I looked up on the stage as the spotlights came on, and sure enough, I could tell it was Esther, despite an elaborate costume. She had on Halle Berrry's superhero outfit from "Catwoman", complete with mask, gloves, open toed heels and whip. She sauntered out to the theme song, giving the men along the tip rail a saucy grin. There was a rush among the other customers at the tables as they tussled for the remaining spots by the stage.

She led off by clambering on the stage's poles, swinging and hanging off them in tribute to the movie's stunts. When she went around the stage's brass rail for her first collection of tips, she made feline poses and playfully pawed at the men to entice them throw out more money for something hotter.

Her mask and heels stayed on, but everything else came off during the course of the first song. The second song was "Closer" from Nine-Inch Nails. It was cliche to the point of corniness, but Esther looked so genuinely turned on that you would think that this was a fantasy softcore production instead of amateur call.

She got on all fours and used the handle of the whip like a suggestion of a phallus, stroking it tightly as she draped the lash over her shoulder .She pulled along and it slithered between her legs and clattered to the stage floor. She got up and let it trail behind her as she walked back to the center. With a skillful snap of her wrist, she whirled it to crack as loud as a rifle shot. Everyone involuntarily flinched and there were whistles and screams of approval.

She gathered the loose end and entwined it over her arms as she got to her knees. It looked like a big version of cat's cradle as she looped the whip's cording around in a way that pulled her breasts up and apart. Her oversized nipples were standing out proudly and her tits made a wonderful bounce as she released the whip and gathered it into coils with another flick of the wrist. She tapped the handle on her hand like a sultry teacher who was about to teach some wicked lesson.

She turned the handle slowly to point at her face and licked on the pommel like it was the head of a dildo. Kelly had taken a seat at the table behind me and was watching the show get more explicit. She leaned forward a bit so that her face was next to mine and exclaimed at where she thought Esther was going next. "Oh shit, she wouldn't dare!"

Esther got on her knees, leaning forward with a hand as she moved like she was going to put it in her pussy. Kelly laughed at my woman's pluck and defiance. "Whoa, girl, you're gonna get kicked outta here!"

Esther smiled over at her and bared her teeth in challenge. She pressed the tip of the handle against her ass and gasped as if she was afraid she'd taken on more than she could bear. She bit her lip and rolled her eyes back as she pretended to sink her improvised big black cock facsimile inside of herself. Kelly was whooping and cheering with the rest of of the crowd, but the intervention by security she warned about never came.

She crawled on her hands and knees, looking exactly like a stalking jaguar as she came up to the youngest guy at the tip rail. She picked up his five dollar bill, rolled it up like a cigarette and placed it in his mouth. Then she leaned back and spread her thighs, reaching under her ass with her free hand and beckoned to him with a finger curl to bring the tip to her. His friends pounded him on the back and urged him forward. As his face got close to her snatch she grabbed the tip and kept her hand there to keep him from getting any further. She rocked her hips and made a face like he was giving her some top-shelf head. She stroked his cheek in thanks and moved to get more tips with her breasts and bottom. I watched her display and it was way too much ideas to get from just looking at a web site. Where was she getting this stuff?

Four men at the tip rail took wads of dollars from their pockets and fluttered them on the stage like confetti. She bowed in appreciation and stretched down to give them each a kiss on the cheek and a surreptitious feel of her boobs. One of them seemed to get tapped as spokesman for the party and stood up to get her attention. I saw him pull out a hundred dollar bill and say something to Esther. She smiled as she listened but shook her head. He then pulled out four more hundreds and laid them on the tip rail. Esther looked around for the bouncer and I did too, since this was way too flagrant, but no one was paying attention. She shook her head again and I could see her saying "I don't do that, sorry!"

She started to leave and he slid the short stack of c-notes toward her anyway. He raised his voice enough for me to hear, "Well, in case you change your mind, there's more where that came from..."

I wasn't offended because I was pretty sure she wouldn't go for it. I was only sore because the big surprise she had just pulled off was at my expense and how while I thought I was taking advantage of her indulgence I had been finessed from the start.

As the bouncer collected Esther's tips with a convenient push-broom, Kelly came up to stand with me as I waited. "This is hilarious. Usually the first girl has a bum deal because they never win these, but I think the others see what a tough act they have to follow this time."

I didn't think she was tagging along with me for company. "Don't tell me that you were in on this too?"

"What can I say, your girl's a big spender. Too bad I didn't get a chance to take her into the VIP, but her requests were pretty specific." Kelly gave me a playful swat on my ass as she left. "She asked me to tell you to bring the car around to the side door. Have a nice rest of the night."

I was waiting, leaning on the door of the car with my arms crossed when Esther walked out, once again decent in her street clothes but carrying her gym bag that she must have dropped off at the club some time in the week. I waited until she got close then charged and wound up chasing her around the car. She squealed and laughed as we sprinted in circles until I calmed down a bit and caught my breath. "Get in, dammit."

"Oh god, the look on your face when you recognized me up there!"

I felt myself flushing beet red again.

"Come on, you don't think that was funny?"

"You didn't look like you were trying to make people laugh," I said flatly, "you looked like you were trying to get some dicks hard."

"But that's the funny part. I totally didn't belong up there and so that was the last thing you ever expected."

"A joke can be really funny as long as the pie isn't on YOUR face."

"It was perfect. You tried to use that innocent "I'll behave" look on your face when she led you off to the back. As if. Then that look of complete confusion!"

"You sure know how to stretch my sense of humor, but yeah, you got me good. I came back thinking that you needed me to get you out of there and then you were whooping it up at the center of attention instead. You did you like it, right?"

"It was the best!"

"Well, if you had that much fun with it, then I think it was worth all the scheming. But I'm going to have to get even with you at some point."

She scoffed at the idea, "You can try."

She finally got a hold of her giggles and her smile turned sly instead. "Do you really think all those guys were turned on?"

"You know, after pulling off your big caper, the play-dumb act is pretty lame."

She bit a fingernail in exaggerated thought, alternately snickering and licking her chops as she recalled being on the stage. "Well, I wasn't really trying to make them horny."

"And yet you did. Most of them looked ready to rush the stage. And instead of looking worried you were eating it up."

"Do you guys always make fools of yourselves like that? I've never seen men throw money around with both hands that way. Quite literally." She broke into fresh laughter.

"No shit. But I don't think they've had a spectacle like that before in there. Lucky the bouncers didn't call the cops."

"Well, real talk now: even if guys really have scored with some of these "dancers", were any of them really that interested in anything but getting paid and gone?"

"Okay," I relented when I thought of it that way. "Okay. But you're making my point for me. I meant it that I wouldn't go there just to try to find a roll in the hay. It was just good fun at the time. And the ones that I did hook up with never even came close to what you've been giving me, like you said."

"I find you a little hard to believe, I think I better make sure of that tonight." She kissed me and looked carefully at my face, smiling warmly but not the least bit sorry. I was just going to have to accept that I was with a real fireball of a woman.

"I like this costume," she said as she took the pieces out of the bag to toy with them, "Too bad it takes so much work to get into it. Good thing I had help, I think i got it done in record time."

"Help?"

"I've been wanting to do something like this for a while and kept the idea shelved, in case you can't tell. Do you really think that ballroom is the only kind of dancing I wanted to explore? I'm just glad I had a chance to try it out. It took some arranging and a little luck shopping for my props, but it all came together."

"I wondered about that. That was an incredible show, but those girls in there don't put on acts like that, I don't think I've seen any before in person that were."

"I didn't learn it from them." she said evenly.

"Well, whoever showed you how sure knows how to entertain."

"It was like the biggest joke, I don't have the big boobs, big butt or big hair like all those girls in there. I didn't think I'd get anything more than polite applause, I just wanted to see what happened when you saw me up there."

"Those things don't matter, you put on one hell of a show. You saw how the audience reacted. Did you see the other girls getting even half that kind of response?"

"The manager did say I could come in and work anytime I wanted to start," she admitted.

"You're headliner material, you could dance anywhere with that kind of appeal. You'd have to tone it down a couple of notches, if anything."

"Yeah," her eyes flashed dangerously, " but where's the fun in that?"

"That's the spirit," I told her with a grudging but conspiratorial grin. Yes, I can be terribly slow on the uptake. I wondered just when had I lost sight of the pea. All along she had been testing the waters, and she had solidly called it.

"Did it turn you on, though?" she asked as I started driving. So there it was. I should have known it would come back to that.

"Like I said, I've never seen something like that before. Yeah. There are hot women and then there are really hot women. You are thermonuclear. And I guess you can finally pin it on me that I went to a strip club and took one home. Happy now?"

"Oh, I think I will be. You want to try the whip later?" she licked her lips and tapped me on the leg with the coils.

"I feel like I'm in in a sexual version of "Jackass". Am I going to have to keep checking over my shoulder for you to pull another fast one on me forever now?"

She didn't miss what I'd said and she sobered a moment for me. "We don't have forever, that's what I keep trying to teach you. Life's short, honey, let's steal a few breathless moments from Death while we still can."
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