Tina was a stripper Pt 1.
There was a time in some parts of London when it seemed like you couldn't throw a stick without hitting a strip pub or a stripper on her way to a gig. A short walk up Shoreditch High Street would reveal many pubs where in addition to a pint you could get an eyeful of a pretty girl disrobing. The Crown & Shuttle, The Sports Bar, The Norfolk Garden, Brown's, The Spread Eagle, Ye Olde Axe and more, all offering 'Exotic Dancers', sadly nearly all gone now, victims of gentrification or moralising local councils. Mostly they were 'walk around' places, where the dancer would expect at least a pound in her pint glass before she did her strip walking around the pub and if you were lucky, pausing on the way to grind her arse in your lap, and even let you have a bit of a (strongly disapproved of by the landlord and the local council) feel, or maybe her tits in your face. On one occasion a girl dipped her right tit in my beer and invited me to lick the foam off her wet areola and erect nipple. On another, the stripper encouraged me to rub baby oil on to her ample tits. Oh happy days.
My own, suburban part of London, also had its fair share of strip pubs. 'The Monarch' was a big, rather tatty, down at heel establishment that I would often drive past and for a while even the attraction of (usually but not always) lovely naked women wasn’t enough to overcome my disdain for the place. Having been to a few of the other local venues and not been put off by the awful beer such places tended to serve, there seemed no reason to further delay my going in.
Walk-around, pound in the pint glass strip pubs were the best for me. I’ve never liked the table-dancing, expensive joints. What could be nicer than a good looking scantily glad young woman walking round the room to get her tips, and if the place wasn’t very busy, sitting with you for a chat? That’s how I got chatting to Tina. She was in her late 20s, quite petite with lovely firm breasts and as could be seen when she disrobed, a nice hint of bush. Her pussy looked lovely and inviting as well, as when later she sat on my table, spread her legs either side of me and gave me a good ogle at her succulent gash, her finger flicking her clit. I'd have loved to get my face in there, as she obviously knew. It was a quiet afternoon with only about half a dozen punters and she and the other girl on the shift weren’t exactly raking it in. She came over to me for my pound with a pleasant smile on her face, and obviously sensing in me a sensitive, generous nature asked if I minded if she sat with me for a while, as the other punters weren’t up to much. Do bears shit in the woods?
‘Hi. My name’s Tina, what’s yours? Not seen you in here before.’
‘Had I known there was someone as gorgeous as you stripping here I’d have been in a lot more.’
I pride myself on being a smooth talking bastard. Not put off by my cheesy comment, she didn’t leave immediately. In fact she sat next to me, pleasantly close. We went on with small talk, all the time me trying not to stare too much at her very desirable tits encased in a lacy bra.
‘Do you like what you see?’ she said turning her body a bit more towards me. My eyes gave up the struggle and drifted down her chest.
‘I do.’ And with that I fished in my pocket to get some change for her glass, but also to adjust my stiffening cock. She did not miss the bulge in my trousers. I put several pound coins in her less than full glass and getting up she put her hand on my thigh indicating that her next dance would be mainly down my end of the room. And it was. After a cursory stop at another table she dance over to me and sat on my lap. Grinding her arse into my groin I’m sure she could feel my erection through my trousers and her sexy panties.
‘That’s a nice stiff cock you’ve got there. Pleased to see me?’ ‘You could say that, yes.’
I stayed as long as I could afford to keep putting money in her jug and drinks in her glass. Leaving, I promised to catch her again soon. A look at the stripper rota on the pub’s web-site revealed her next appearance and I made a point of being there. She seemed pleased to see me; I was generous with my tips and drinks, she was generous with access to the bits you aren’t supposed to touch even in a sexual encounter establishment. There is something about stripper skin that feels so erotically charged. Whether its her face grazing your cheek, or your hand on her thigh, or on her breasts in a 'Private' dance, her skin felt so smooth and inviting. I later had a couple of very satisfying wanks thinking about her. Chatting between strips it emerged she lived not too far away, and that she’d done some porn modelling. I have since found one of the videos, shot for a well-known ‘name’, here on Xhamster. My ears pricked up, not to mention my prick. I told her I was a cameraman who shot adult stuff now and again, and that I’d be happy to get her some work if she wanted.
Over the next few weeks we got to know each other pretty well.
End of part 1.
My own, suburban part of London, also had its fair share of strip pubs. 'The Monarch' was a big, rather tatty, down at heel establishment that I would often drive past and for a while even the attraction of (usually but not always) lovely naked women wasn’t enough to overcome my disdain for the place. Having been to a few of the other local venues and not been put off by the awful beer such places tended to serve, there seemed no reason to further delay my going in.
Walk-around, pound in the pint glass strip pubs were the best for me. I’ve never liked the table-dancing, expensive joints. What could be nicer than a good looking scantily glad young woman walking round the room to get her tips, and if the place wasn’t very busy, sitting with you for a chat? That’s how I got chatting to Tina. She was in her late 20s, quite petite with lovely firm breasts and as could be seen when she disrobed, a nice hint of bush. Her pussy looked lovely and inviting as well, as when later she sat on my table, spread her legs either side of me and gave me a good ogle at her succulent gash, her finger flicking her clit. I'd have loved to get my face in there, as she obviously knew. It was a quiet afternoon with only about half a dozen punters and she and the other girl on the shift weren’t exactly raking it in. She came over to me for my pound with a pleasant smile on her face, and obviously sensing in me a sensitive, generous nature asked if I minded if she sat with me for a while, as the other punters weren’t up to much. Do bears shit in the woods?
‘Hi. My name’s Tina, what’s yours? Not seen you in here before.’
‘Had I known there was someone as gorgeous as you stripping here I’d have been in a lot more.’
I pride myself on being a smooth talking bastard. Not put off by my cheesy comment, she didn’t leave immediately. In fact she sat next to me, pleasantly close. We went on with small talk, all the time me trying not to stare too much at her very desirable tits encased in a lacy bra.
‘Do you like what you see?’ she said turning her body a bit more towards me. My eyes gave up the struggle and drifted down her chest.
‘I do.’ And with that I fished in my pocket to get some change for her glass, but also to adjust my stiffening cock. She did not miss the bulge in my trousers. I put several pound coins in her less than full glass and getting up she put her hand on my thigh indicating that her next dance would be mainly down my end of the room. And it was. After a cursory stop at another table she dance over to me and sat on my lap. Grinding her arse into my groin I’m sure she could feel my erection through my trousers and her sexy panties.
‘That’s a nice stiff cock you’ve got there. Pleased to see me?’ ‘You could say that, yes.’
I stayed as long as I could afford to keep putting money in her jug and drinks in her glass. Leaving, I promised to catch her again soon. A look at the stripper rota on the pub’s web-site revealed her next appearance and I made a point of being there. She seemed pleased to see me; I was generous with my tips and drinks, she was generous with access to the bits you aren’t supposed to touch even in a sexual encounter establishment. There is something about stripper skin that feels so erotically charged. Whether its her face grazing your cheek, or your hand on her thigh, or on her breasts in a 'Private' dance, her skin felt so smooth and inviting. I later had a couple of very satisfying wanks thinking about her. Chatting between strips it emerged she lived not too far away, and that she’d done some porn modelling. I have since found one of the videos, shot for a well-known ‘name’, here on Xhamster. My ears pricked up, not to mention my prick. I told her I was a cameraman who shot adult stuff now and again, and that I’d be happy to get her some work if she wanted.
Over the next few weeks we got to know each other pretty well.
End of part 1.
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