Adam's Journey Pt. 10

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Adam reflects on his path.
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Part 10 of the 50 part series

Updated 11/01/2022
Created 03/30/2009
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DISCLAIMER!!

First, a comment: Anyone still reading will note that I have turned off all comment/reply options, due primarily to the unending comments by a bunch of trolls that are, for some unfathomable reason, at Chapter 9 still reading a story they profess to despise. To them I say: Nobody is holding a gun to your head - for God's sake quit reading and get a life, you sorry creatures! I don't want to be the cause of your misery, but I'm not quitting either. Please don't feel any obligation to read any further.

Now, about the story:

This is a very long and winding story which chronicles Adam's awakening to a broader sexuality and sensuality, and it explores a number of different types of relationships as it goes along. We are probably about 10% of the way there at this point. By request, I am posting longer segments, but for several personal reasons that is the best I can do. I will not be posting the whole thing at once.

This story will contain some relatively long sex-free segments; as such it is not a pure masturbation fodder type of story, but there are thousands of wonderful short stories that people have created and posted here which serve that purpose extremely well. Adam's Journey has lots of sex, but it is not all sex.

Sorry about the long disclaimer. I wrote the story purely for fun, which it has been, and I hope you are enjoying reading it. If not, or if it offends you in any way, please exercise your right to go read elsewhere. Or mow the lawn. Or whatever. Thanks.

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There were a lot of girls on that stage at the beginning, and it was pretty crowded as they started splashing them with water and wetting down their shirts. The music was cranking very loudly, and several of the girls, as they got wet, started doing their thing, dancing and playing to the crowd.

The thin shirts became very transparent when wet, and there were soon a lot of beautiful breasts on display. I watched Kristi put her hands on one of the guy's shoulders as he sprayed her down with a bottle of water. She was laughing and tossing her hair back out of the spray, apparently having a great time.

The contest started, it seemed, with all the girls at once, dancing and moving around on stage and vying for space and attention from the audience. It became obvious, with the wet shirts, that some of the girls had some pretty significant implants. I'm not really a big fan of women doing that to themselves.

Some of the boob jobs were better than others, but all in all I thought the natural ones looked best. They definitely moved the best. I figured a lot of the guys didn't care, they just wanted to see the biggest tits possible, and they demonstrated that by whistling and cheering as the girls shook their boobs at the crowd.

The DJ restored order and announced that the first round would let each girl have two minutes to herself to impress the crowd, and the winners would be judged by the decibel level of the response which they were tracking. This would decide five finalists for a dance-off.

They got the girls lined up near the stage and started the first solo dance. The first girl was cute, and had a very nice body. She concentrated mostly on shaking her tits at the audience, and was not very artistic about it, but she smiled and was flirting with the guys, who were calling out various propositions to her, and she got a good response.

It went on like this, some better than others, and the crowd responded accordingly. The platinum blonde that I had noticed earlier came up about 8th, I think, and it quickly became apparent that she was or had been a stripper at some point. She had all the moves, and although they were not to take off any clothing (this wasn't a strip club, after all) she made a very good show of it and played well to the crowd. She got a very good and loud response, although the response from some of the women in the audience seemed less enthusiastic.

Kristi and I had been catching each other's eye from time to time, and she seemed to be enjoying the atmosphere and goofing around with the other girls. She came up in the 12th spot, I think, and got one of the guys to give her another splash before she came out to be sure her shirt was very clingy.

She looked at me and winked as she started, and I gave her a thumbs-up. I quickly saw that she was not going to just shake her tits at the crowd like so many before her had done. She is smart enough to realize that while her tits are very nice, and perfectly proportioned on her body, they were not as big as many of the others and she wisely chose to use all her weapons.

She started by thrusting her chest out and letting everyone see what a nice shape she had, and how her hard nipples jutted out from her tits, their rosy color showing plainly. She pulled her shirt up exposing her flat muscular tummy, and on up all the way to the bottom of her nipples so that the rounded lower parts of her breasts were fully exposed, swaying and twisting her body as she did so. She was moving very well with the music, lean, lithe, and graceful, and was getting a lot of whistles and cheers, including mine.

She flung her long blonde hair forward and looked out through it, flirting with the guys in the front row as she pulled her shirt back down, sliding her hands over her body, breasts, stomach, and down onto her thighs, then turned and bent forward, her back to the crowd, and her gorgeous tight ass and long, long legs on full display.

Her shorts, skin tight before, were now wet and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her tight round ass and beautiful pussy were clearly outlined through the thin nylon, and as she shook it at the crowd the place went crazy, yelling and cat-calling, whistling, shouts of "Marry me!" and many less decent proposals flying. She had worked her magic, and seemed a shoe-in for the finals. Even the girls in the audience had cheered her loudly, which I thought was interesting.

Anyhow, to make a long story short, it panned out that way, she made the final five, although we all enjoyed watching all this beautiful young femininity on display. It was fun, and quite inspirational, if you know what I mean.

In the final they had a 3-judge panel, one of whom was the owner of the club, one a member of the local NBA Nuggets, and one a woman that was chosen at random from the crowd. They said they just needed to have a woman on the panel.

Each girl was to get 4 minutes, and could pick her own music, and had to impress the crowd (and judges) with her, to quote the DJ, "dancing ability, sexiness, body, personality, and all-around wet t-shirt talents. Ladies, prepare to shake those titties!"

Yeah, he was a class act.

The platinum blonde had made the finals, and one very cute and very stacked little brunette with shiny hair and sparkling eyes. I could see those two being the hardest conpetition for Kristi, althought the other two girls were also very sexy and attractive.

The little brunette went first, and she was a bundle of energy, dancing to a loud fast song and shaking all she had, which was plenty. As before, there was plenty of whistling and cheering, and the raft of lewd comments, but she played well to the crowd and noise, and did a nice job. I think most of the guys were in a state of perpetual arousal, as was I.

Then it was one of the other girls, who was also good, but a level below the last one, I thought, and she was followed by the platinum blonde stripper, who did a professional and sexy job, but to me seemed a little detached from it all.

She looked pretty hot though, and got a good response. I think the judges liked her.

Kristi followed her, and she walked calmly over to the corner to request her music. She got spritzed down again, as before, and her music started up. It was very different type of music, a slow sexy Latin beat with lots of guitar, not fast and raucous like the others, and as she began to move to it I could see that she had something entirely different in mind.

Her body, long, lean, and toned, was on full display in her wet clothes, and she began to move very sinuously, in long smooth curves and graceful turns, not shaking and bouncing like the younger girls, or doing splits like the stripper. The whistles and cheers that had greeted her began to subside as everyone just watched. She caught my eye, and a soft sexy smile played over her full lips, and she began to dance just for me, holding my gaze as she moved. I was frozen, I couldn't even blink.

As she continued to move and undulate her body, staring into my eyes, she began to run her hands over herself, across her stomach and up to cup her breasts, palms flat and sliding across her hard nipples, then down her sides and onto her tight thighs, back up with her fingers on the inside of her thighs and slightly caressing her mound as she went past.

Again she turned and bent forward, legs far apart, and looked back through them at me, her pussy pressed tight against her thin shorts, begging me with her eyes to fuck her.

She had stopped dancing for the crowd and was now simply seducing us. She was using the slow music and her own seductive moves to hammer us all, and I realized I was holding my breath. I exhaled, and realized that the room, other than the music, had gone totally silent, no whistles and catcalls, no cheering.

I heard someone cough, and heard a guy behind me say "Holy shit!", his expression of what we were all thinking. I was totally hard, and could not take my eyes off her, two things I seemed to share with many others.

She used the rest of the music to press her advantage, the room strangely silent as every eye followed her every move, and when the music ended the place exploded in cheers, applause, and calls for an encore. I could see that she would be driving my Shelby for a weekend, her winnings from our bet, but I didn't care.

Kristi waved at everyone, smiling and thanking them. She was flushed with pleasure, excitement, and arousal, and seemed overwhelmed at the response she had gotten. I think she was truly stunned that she was so popular and had been so well received, and I felt a little sorry for the girl that had to follow her, who came out and did a nice, sexy dance, but she was a little bit of a letdown for the crowd, I think.

While the judges conferred the girls all went to the back and got dressed before they announced the winners, and all 5 were lined up on stage as they gave the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd place finishers. The cute brunette won third and got $250 cash.

I was sure Kristi would win, and was a little surprised when they announced that she had taken 2nd, and that the stripper had won. They got roundly booed for that, so the crowd apparently agreed with me.

Kristi seemed very happy with that though, and handled it very gracefuly and with great sportsmanship, and was smiling and bubbling as she came back to me clutching five crisp $100 bills.

Several people came over to say that she should have won, including some of the girls that had been contestants at the beginning, but Kristi was fine with it, she had really enjoyed the experience and found it very flattering to have done so well.

I was ready to go home and spend the night showing her how much I had enjoyed it, but she wanted to have one more drink to cool off, so we grabbed a booth and I got us some drinks. That was when it really started to get strange.

A guy came over and told her he thought she should have won, and how hot he thought she was. With me sitting there, he's telling her how hot she is. She smiled and thanked him, focusing her 1000 watt smile on him like she does.

Then 3 guys came over together and did pretty much the same thing, saying she got their votes, and she got ripped off, etc., and that no way that other girl looked better than her, and again, how beautiful she is.

She was totally focusing on them, giving them her complete attention and making them feel like they were the most important people in the room, which is something she does, and one thing which helps to make her so effective at her job, and they were lapping it up. They finally left, and we had a few moments alone.

"Well, you're the most popular lady in the room tonight I see."

She laughed "Oh Adam, that was fun, I'm glad you talked me into that. And I get your car!"

I was beginning to get a little tired of guys coming over and, under the pretense of supporting her, actually hitting on Kristi with me sitting right there next to her. I thought it was time to go. "Come on babe, let's go home. I think I've shared you long enough."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Oh, so now you're jealous. This was all your idea, remember?"

"Nah, it's not that, I just got really turned on watching you and want to get you alone." I had my arm on her shoulders, and gave her a quick squeeze to demonstrate what I meant.

"Oh, Adam, I'm having too much fun to leave already, and it's still early. Can we at least dance for a little while before we go?"

That didn't sound too bad, and I could see that she was still way too juiced to call it a night. She was almost twitchy with the excitement and the adrenaline she had flowing, and I didn't want to ruin her fun. She had really enjoyed this, far more than either of us had expected, I think, and had earned the accolades. At least on the dance floor we wouldn't be sitting ducks for all the horny guys in the place.

Or so I thought. As we headed through the crush to get there several people spoke to us, mostly to her, and one guy, a good looking guy of probably about 23 or so, grabbed her arm and leaned in close to talk to her.

It's a strange dynamic in these places, if you're not used to it. The music is so loud you almost have to put your lips right to somebody's ear to be heard, and with all these guys talking to her that meant she had some stranger practically licking her neck most of the time. They didn't seem to mind, and she acted as though that was very normal.

I heard this guy say "You got jobbed!", but missed the rest of what he was saying to her. He motioned over toward the back of the room though, and I followed their eyes to where the winner, the blonde stripper, was clinging to the basketball player that had acted as a judge. He was about a 6'8" black guy that's mostly a bench warmer, but he is in the NBA.

The way she was draped on him it was pretty obvious that he either had gotten or was about to get a little something extra for his vote. I'm not sure whether that girl wanted the $1,000, the fame, or just the rumored big black cock more, but it appeared likely that she would get all three.

I thought maybe Kristi would be upset at getting ripped off, but she just threw back her head and laughed, smacking her new found admirer on the arm. He laughed too, then turned and left, and we finally made the dance floor and started to dance. I asked her what he had said to her, and she laughed again.

"He said I should have fucked the other two judges to make the contest even."

I laughed too, that was pretty clever. We danced through a couple of tunes, one fast and the next slow, and when she pressed against me I was reminded that she didn't have a stitch on under her short skirt and tight top. I was still pretty aroused from the earlier dancing, especially hers, and her warm tight body against me stiffened me right up. She noticed immediately.

"Mmm, that's nice. You'll put ideas in my head if you're not careful with that thing. All these other guys have been complimenting me, but you haven't said - did you enjoy my dance?"

I backed up and looked at her, then took her back in my arms. "You're joking, right? That may be one of the most erotic things I've ever seen!

You looked so damn sexy and gorgeous up there. That was incredible, I'll bet there wasn't a limp dick in the building!"

I couldn't believe that I hadn't told her that - how stupid and careless of me!

She seemed very pleased by my obvious appreciation though, making me wish even more that I had said it without being prompted. She really had completely blown me away, and I had been remiss in not saying so.

"I'm so glad you liked it. I was really dancing just for you, otherwise I couldn't have done it, it would have been too embarassing."

"But you enjoyed yourself though, you don't feel bad about doing that, do you?"

"Oh god no! I loved it, and guess what, it made me really, really horny! It's the most fun $500 I ever earned!"

I had to laugh at her excitement and enthusiasm. Plus the idea of her, in her horny condition, her slick, wet, swollen pussy pressed up against my groin, mmm-hmm, it just doesn't get any better than that!

I had always known by her reactions when she would go topless around other people, or the way she would sometimes tease me by showing me her body, that she had a pretty significant streak of exhibitionism, and tonight had really fed that little kink for her.

She knew exactly how those ultra-tight shorts had displayed her pussy to a couple hundred people, especially when wet. It was a good thing that she had been sprayed down, because if the shorts had only been soaked through right at her crotch it would have been a little obvious how she felt. Although I don't think anyone would have minded.

I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. I think they had been in that condition since she first walked up on stage, and showed no signs of letting up now.

We were probably in our 4th or 5th dance when I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to find a fairly tall, slender black guy behind me.

"Hey man, would it be OK if I had a dance with your lady?"

I was caught off guard, but said "No, I guess that would be alright, but you'd better ask my lady."

He turned to her, smiling, and said "So how about it?"

She turned to me and raised her eyebrows as if to ask if it was OK. I shrugged. "Sure, go ahead. I have to hit the room, then I'll be over at our table."

She kissed my cheek. "Get me another drink, OK, and I'll be over in a minute."

I saw her turn to him with her best smile turned on, her eyes sparkling, and I headed for the loo. When I came out after emptying I spotted them dancing very close together, very animated and laughing, and doing one of those body bumping dances where you rub against each other a lot.

Jealousy flared a little, partly because I knew she was horny and wearing very little, but I knew I was being silly and went to the bar to get us some drinks. It was just a dance.

When I turned away from the bar she was dancing with a different guy, a young-looking blonde guy about her own height, and I was kind of relieved. Until she danced with a third guy, then a fourth, and a fifth as the ice melted in her drink.

I polished off my own drink, my 4th of the night, and decided I had better cut back in on her before this got too crazy. Apparently she had become fair game, and had many younger admirers that knew exactly what her body looked like. Having seen her dance on stage, it was as though they all felt that they knew her!

She was enjoying this far too much, although I have to admit here that her obvious enjoyment of all this attention was making me even more horny.

As I tried to make my way back to the dance floor my arm was grabbed firmly from behind, and I turned to find a young lady that I recognized as one of the prettier contestants from earlier hanging on to me. "You look like you need someone to dance with! What do you say?"

"Uh, sure, I guess." I didn't particularly want to, I had a mission to complete.

"Oh, well there's some major enthusiasm! Thanks a lot! C'mon, relax and have some fun!"

She was right, of course, we were here to have fun, after all. "Sorry, I meant to say Wow, sure, I'd love to dance! Far be it from me to pass up a chance to dance with such a beautiful girl, I thought you'd never ask!"

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