PANTY STORY # 19
In the city where I now live, we have gentlemen's clubs or sometimes called juice bars. They don't serve any alcohol and so, are allowed to have fully nude dancers. They also have table dances and lap dances. The lap dances are the best. After you select the dancer of your choice, she takes you over to a large couch and as a song plays for the dancer on stage, she dances on you with full contact on her part. Remember rubbing jeans with someone as a teen? I think the term used to be dry humping. Well, she places her nearly uncovered crotch on yours and for about 8 to 12 minutes humps your socks off.
It was on one such occasion that the following actual experience to me occurred: It was a normal day for me and I had planned the trip to the juice bar so I'd took off early. Whenever I need some "strange" contact I stop by the juice bar. After about three dancers on stage, I was fully horned up. This beautiful dark skinned little brunette named Gina, asked me if I wanted a lap dance. Great, and off we went to the couch.
Now, I hate being in public with a "wet spot" so I always put on a condom before sitting down at my table when I enter the juice bar. It also gives you a nice wet feeling as the dancer rides atop you. And as you know, I always wear panties. Today I had on a tangerine colored full-cut satin stretch brief. I like the stretch briefs because they hold you straight up and keeps your phallus from falling to one side. You can feel a lot more this way, and it also restricts movement, allowing only the condom covered tip to move around under the panties. The waist band could easily be seen, so I had my T-shirt tucked in to cover it up.
Gina sat me down, then reached down and pulled my legs out so I was in more of a reclining position. She then pulled down on my jeans to "loosen things up" she said. Well this left half of my panties covered only by my T-shirt. I opted to pre-pay for three dances, so I was in for a long ride.
The music started, and Gina climbed on. She was wearing these little burgundy velveteen panties with a matching top. I've seen them at Victoria's Secret. They outlined the shape of her pussy. Since I had seen her dance totally naked only a few minutes before, I knew that her little velvet covered cunt was a soft and bare as the day she was born. I could feel at first contact, that she nothing else under the velvet panties and that this was all she had on. The soft velvet like material allowed her to encase herself around the bulge in my jeans. The openings to her legs were so high, that you could see the flatness of her pubis. Wow did she feel nice. She smelled so wonderful. She was only about 110 pounds, so she moved freely upon me. She brushed her hair against my face and breathed down my neck, her breasts only inches from my lips.
As the second song began, Gina reached down and pulled out my T-shirt, and placed her hands up under it running her fingers through my chest hair. Then she took out one hand and brought it up so that I could see her lick her fingers. She ran them over her tongue and covered them with saliva. She then quickly ran her hand back under my shirt and grabbed a nipple on my chest. She circled and played with my tit, now covered with her spit. She squeezed and suddenly pinched it sending thrills down into my gorging pelvis. My ass puckered, and my balls surged upward. All the while she glared at me with her tantalizing dark brown eyes, never breaking eye contact. She played with my mind, running her tongue across her lips as she pinched my tit again and again, all the while grinding her womanhood against my now brick hard cock as it ached to be deep inside her tight, wet cunt.
Unexpectedly, she suddenly moved down. Placing her face close to the swollen area of my jeans. She laid her head on my thigh licking her lips, teasing as she brought her hands down to my waist. What was this she must have thought, as she suddenly realized she now had a hand full of panties. Her face flushed. Her eyes turned to see more of her subject. Obviously she changed from a dancer just doing her job, to a curious woman wanting to see more.
Pretending to be unaware of what she had discovered, she slowly raised up my shirt exposing the tangerine panties as best she could. They glistened in the dim light of the club, and the stitching revealed that, make no mistake about it, they were panties. She obviously became aroused beyond her normal lap dance routine.
By this time the second song was ending, but Gina stayed on top of me. That's interesting I thought, usually they stop until the next song, or at least pause like she had done between my first and second songs. Gina just kept the pace going. She ran her hands up my thighs, digging her thumbs into the creases of my groin where my legs end and my ball sack begins. Her thumbs followed the shape of my body as if circling the leg holes of my panties through my jeans and just slightly, as if by accident, she ran her nails along the edge of my balls. Then she slid them up over my waist again, and back under my shirt, grabbing and pulling on my panties as tight as she could. This action stretched my swollen cock, and shot sensations over my balls and into the crack of my ass. All in the same motion she climbed back on top of me. Purposely she slowed down only to show me her actions as she precisely placed the slit of her velvet covered pussy over my jean covered swollen cock. Once again she began to grind her pubis against mine. She wrapped herself around me, sliding her left hand down into the back of my jeans so as to feel my ass in the panties. Her right hand held onto my left nipple, as she buried her face into my neck, breathing heavily into my right ear.
Her grinding crotch suddenly became red hot! She breathed heavier, and gasped. I could feel the actual heat and moisture of her steaming pussy against the head of my cock. I moaned, and she chuckled as I could feel her tightening and relaxing her pussy muscles on the head of my dick as if she wanted to pull me up inside of her. Her left hand was now grasping my ass and I could feel her fingers in the crack of my ass. She whispered in my ear, "I want you to cum," as she worked on the tip of cock with her grinding motions. "I want you to cum in your panties, I want you soak them with hot cum," she whispered. Seconds few, I arched my back, and I could feel the semen rising up through the vessels of my pounding cock. Then, as her damp cunt squeezed the tip of my cock, she had to whisper it only once more, "I want you to cum in your panties," and I exploded! My cock pumped up and down over and over. Gina giggled and said, "Wow, I can really feel you cumming, I can feel your dick pumping out the cum. This is great," she whispered. She lay upon me warm and sticky in a sweet sweat. You could smell the hot air between us, and the scent of her wetness filled by nostrils.
Soon, the forth song ended, Gina rose off of me, and I paid her for four dances. She smiled and said, "You only asked for three. Here's your money back, the last one was on me, or rather you," as she giggled again pointing at my crotch. The faded jeans displayed a dark blue wet spot. She reached up and pinched my right cheek and kissed my left one, then she whispered, "The only thing I like more than a man cumming in his own panties, is when he's cumming in mine. See ya later hun." And she walked away.
Well, it’s hard to fool a fool. She didn't know I was wearing a condom! All my jizz was still soaking the head of my limp little picker as it filled the now sagging condom. It wasn't my cum that caused the wet spot on my jeans! She may have thought she was just doing her job, and providing me a service without emotion, but I happen to know that someone besides me came in their panties that day. I wonder what she was thinking as she walked away and went into the back room? I'm sure she was still giggling inside, and I hope she had some dry panties and a towel tucked away. You know Gina, if I want to cum in my panties, even to this day I can recall that moment, and I have them soaked in about six strokes! So tell me, you kind of like men who wear panties don’t you? See ya hun.
