Seduction of a Lapdancer

"Eve, oh Eve, sweet fucking gorgeous sexy Eve"

His pulsing hot cock jerked and shot it's remaining load into the back of my mouth. Thankfully it was a small amount and easy to swallow. I licked his cock clean and I sucked it some more as it softened. After he caught his breath, he looked down at me and said

"I'd like to see you again."

He had read my mind. I wanted nothing more. He then instructed me to lie back on the bed. Parted my legs and proceeded to return the favor. He went down on me for what must have been 30 minutes. He hardened again and I asked him to take me. I parted my legs invitingly and he entered me, pumping with a steady rhythm until I came.

We fell asleep in each others arms.

I lay on the bed as he got dressed to leave in the morning. I already missed him. We exchanged numbers and he walked out the door. I could still smell his skin on mine. I closed my eyes and rubbed at my clit and in my mind he was there again. As I lay on my back, gently stroking the skin between my legs and brushing my hand over my pussy I wished my hand was his. I showered slowly. We hadn't shared a shower. I imagined my soap covered hands were his. Gently rubbing every inch of my wet naked body. My mind swirling with sexual imagery, my body filled with aching sexual energy. I had no choice. My fingers worked their magic on my eager pussy. I masturbated. Water sprayed on my back and ran down my breasts, over my fingers, down my legs the sensations heightened by the orgasm slowly building up inside me. A tingling, then pulsing orgasm soon filled my body, the energy released, calm was restored. For now...

For the next two years we got together on a regular basis and had the wildest sex imaginable! Every time he looked into my eyes I would melt. Brad always told me how much he enjoyed making love to me. We started out fucking and ended up making love. I quit stripping and graduated, got a job at the collage sports faculty. I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. He started calling me less frequently and there would be longer time spans between our visits together. I too began to move on. The erotic connection we once had began to fade but will always have a place in my erotic heart.