You get a private show

“Let’s go back to my place,” you say. There passes a moment of silence between you. {if benefits=true}It isn’t unusual for one of you to proposition the other so directly. But the past month hasn’t been like your usual dynamic. She’s gained a lot more confidence in herself and maybe she wants something more serious. Someone who knows what they want. Of course, YOU can be serious. And YOU know what you want. This is your chance to show her that you should be more than an occasional good time.{else}It’s unusual for you to approach her so directly. Your initial flirtations months ago were much more casual than this. But the past month has changed your usual dynamic. She’s gained a lot more confidence in herself and maybe she wants something (or someone) more serious. Someone who knows what they want. Of course, YOU can be serious. And YOU know what you want. This is your best chance to show her that you should be more than a good friend.{endif}

You decide it’s your turn to be bold.

“Liz I want to take you home with me and have you spend the night. Unless there’s some rule against strippers going home with men in the audience.”

You let out a little chuckle waiting to see how she’ll take it.

Liz picks up her bag and leans in close. She kisses you gently on the cheek and then whispers in your ear, “I’m NOT a stripper, Connor. I do burlesque. And there’s no rule against this.”

She takes your arm and you lead her to the exit. {if perform >=9}On the way out Liz tells her new friend that she’s sorry to miss the afterparty but she’ll be there for the next one.{endif}

Outside you quickly hail a cab and go straight to your apartment. Liz doesn’t ask to go home first, doesn’t say anything about dropping off her bag, or needing to grab something quickly. She doesn’t say much of anything and neither do you. You both silently agree not to make out in front of the cabbie, instead she just holds your hand and leans her head on your shoulder. After the wild delights of the show this is a nice change of pace.

It feels good to ground yourself with her.

Up in your apartment you pour both of you a drink and relax on the couch. She isn’t quite in your arms yet but your legs keep touching as you talk. Neither of you wants to rush this.

“Cheers to you,” you say as she takes the tumbler from your hand. “You wanted to be bold and certainly achieved it.”

“Thanks. I really did enjoy myself as it was happening. To be honest I don’t know if I’d have discovered this part of me without your help, though.”

“Then I guess cheers to us for uncovering your exhibitionist streak.”

“Is there an ‘us’ now?” she asks.

“That’s what I want, yes. You?”

She smiles and nods. You both take sips without breaking eye contact.

Then, either to break the tension or just change the subject Liz says, “You know, Connor, you’re lucky I’m not a stripper. Because if all I’m doing is burlesque then there are certain rules that I would have to follow. Things that I wouldn’t be able to do at a show. Things I could only do in private.”

“Oh?” You take another swallow. She nods and takes a small sip.

You let it hang there for a moment, watching her as she runs her fingers up the skin of her neck. Eventually she stands up, handing you her drink and moving to the centre of your living room.

“For example, nipples always have to be covered. It’s a decency thing. So taking my top off,” she lifts it up and over her head to reveal her lacy bra, “is perfectly fine.”

“It’s not much different than being at the beach, really.”

“Well at the beach I COULD be fully topless. As long as I was lying down on my front,” she drops her top and spins on her heel. Reaching behind her in a practised move she unhooks her bra with one hand and shrugs it off her shoulders. You put both of your glasses on the end table and grab your phone. As you watch she holds her bra out to the side and it, too drops to the ground.

Now she’s standing in front of you in nothing but a black miniskirt. You admire the toned muscles of her bare back. You pull up the control of your sound system and start some music playing; a soft, sensual soundtrack to her impromptu private performance. She looks over her shoulder at you with a wicked grin. Your dick is coming to life in your pants.

You put your phone down next to the drinks. “Explain to me about the nipples again,” you tell her.

She turns round cupping her breasts in her hands.

“It’s very important in burlesque never to show the nipples. It’s one of the rules. So I could never do this.” Her hands drop away. {if benefits=true}You never tire of seeing the soft curve of her breasts as they hang free, or the bright pink of excited, erect nipples.{else}For the first time you see her naked breasts. You enjoy the sight of their soft curve as the hang, and the bright pink of her excited, erect nipples.{endif}

“Tell me the other rules. That way I can make sure to enforce them.”

She giggles. You have to shift in your seat to move your erection to a more comfortable position.

“Well there’s no frontal nudity,” her fingers work the zipper on the side of the skirt. It soon joins the rest of her clothes on the floor revealing that she had no panties on underneath. Instead you’re looking right at the triangle of neatly trimmed hair on her pussy. {if benefits=true}This is another sight you never tire of.{else}It’s a heavenly first look.{endif} You feel your desire burning inside you.

“And there’s no,” she takes a step towards you, “and I mean NO,” another step, “touching the audience.” She leans forward and squishes your face between her tits. They aren’t big enough to be smothering but it’s still erotic.

When she pulls away again you say matter-of-factly, “So you couldn’t do that in a show.”

“I couldn’t do this either.” Liz bends down at the waist and opens up your fly. She pulls your pants and underwear all the way down to your ankles. Then she grabs your cock in one hand and moves her mouth towards it. At first you think she’s about to give you a blowjob, but she just holds herself in place above the tip. Then you notice she’s gathering up spit. Slowly she lets a long string of saliva drip onto the head of your cock. It starts sliding down, coating you.

Then she turns around and plants her ass onto your crotch. It doesn’t feel like much at first, but then she bends her knees and starts to twerk. The muscles of her ass, which are nice and large thanks to her exercise routine, are quite supple when she isn’t flexing them. The bare skin sliding up and down your dick gets slick with her own spit pretty quickly. And the more it spreads, the better it feels.

She reaches back to push her cheeks together and give you a proper hot-dogging. It’s not as wet as fucking a pussy, it’s not as tight as fucking an ass. But it’s as good as any tit job you’ve gotten. Then there’s the added bonus of seeing her working herself so hard to please you. It’s a nice boost to the ego.

“Fuck, Liz. I didn’t know you could do that. Or that it would feel this good!”

“Why else would I do so many squats at the gym?” she replies between deep breaths.

You send up a silent prayer of thanks for every time you helped her with a set of squats.

It doesn’t take long for you to get close to the edge of orgasm. After all the titillation at the show, the intense emotions of your earlier conversation, and Liz’s talented, sexy display you are quickly reduced to a moaning puddle of a man. She just keeps going and encouraging you.

“That’s it, Connor. I want your load. I want a hot, sticky mess on my back. I want to work it out of you. I want to work that cum right out from your balls. Cum for me. Please, CUM FOR ME!”

You don’t disappoint.

“Fuck, Connor, fuck yes!” she screams as rope after rope rises up from the head of your cock to land on her naked back. She keeps on squeezing and sliding until finally her arms and her legs give out and she crumples to the ground in front of you.

Both of you are left gasping for breath as the sultry music, drowned out and forgotten for several minutes, plays on.

After sharing a quick shower (during which you not only wash her back but also finger her to orgasm) you both crawl into your bed. Despite it being queen sized you and Liz are right next to each other, propped up on your elbows. Her eyes are still so bright even in the dim light coming in from the street. You just gaze at one another for several minutes. Then she looks pensive.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you ask.

“Do you really see yourself being tied down to someone with such a strong... exhibitionist streak?”

“Baby, you can do whatever you like on stage. As long as you keep doing stuff like that only for me.”

“Deal. But don’t call me baby.”

“Deal,” you say and seal the agreement with a kiss.

She rolls over and you spoon against her. Your lips deliver sweet kisses to the back of her neck.

Tomorrow morning there might be more serious talk. One of you might bring up the L word, or you might discuss if you’d want to move in together down the line. Or you may just decide on a place for brunch and take the rest as it comes. But for right now you have soft spoken words of affection to enjoy, and the warmth of her body against yours.

You drift off into an easy, peaceful sleep.