While driving to Yellowstone we were passing the time by playing a game of “would you rather...?” I asked you, “Would you rather see a striptease from a man or a woman?”
After some thought, you replied, “A woman would be better because they are more sensual.”
I would have to agree.
Now it was your turn to ask a question. You asked, “Would you rather watch a strip tease at a bachelor party or at a club with you?”
Instantly, I replied, “A club with you!”
You laughed at how quickly I answered.
My turn again. After some thought, I settled on, “Would you rather have a private couch dance alone with a dancer or a private dance with both of us on the couch?”
You replied quickly: “Both!”
Your turn! A few more miles passed.
“Would you rather the dancer focusses on you or me?”
I thought for a moment and said, “I would rather she was dancing for you so you could experience a totally different side of your sexuality than you ever have!”
You smiled and blushed. I noticed that your nipples were now hard and pressing against the thin material of your shirt. I thought back and remembered that you had decided not to wear a bra for today’s travels.
I liked where the game had turned, especially now that I could see that you like the direction too.
My turn.
“Would you rather she plays with her own nipples while we watch or play with yours at the same time?”
Almost inaudibly you say, “I would like her to play with mine too.”
Unfortunately, we were approaching Billings and needed to stop driving for the day. I couldn’t wait to continue the game after we got the camper set up and were killing time later.
A few hours passed, and you were surfing the web with your tablet. You got up and suggested we go for a drive. I noticed you still hadn't put on a bra; I liked the look, so I chose not to remind you.
When we got in the truck, you took the GPS and put in an address. I wondered where you were taking us. I followed the directions from the unit, and soon we pulled into a parking lot of a local strip club.
I looked at you to see if you were serious. You just opened the door and got out of the truck.
I was instantly hard and jumped out of the truck to quickly follow you. Once inside, we found a table in a dark side of the club, but with a good view of the stage. You were looking around, trying to check out the unfamiliar atmosphere, but I was more interested in watching you and your reactions to the place.
There was a tall brunette on the stage, only wearing a red thong and spiked red knee-high boots, her breasts were medium size and a nice shape. Her nipples were pierced and protruding like a pair of red M & M’s. You were watching her movements closely.
Then, from the side, a woman walked up to the stage and put a dollar into the band of her thong. The girl slowly let her breast brush the face of the woman who gave her the dollar. You pulled out a dollar and told me, “Take it up to her.”
I could feel you watching me approach her; she turned around and slowly ran her hands down the front of her thighs while bending at the waist. By the time I got to the stage, she was completely bent over, with her head almost touching her ankle.
I glanced back at you and saw you staring with a look of wide-eyed amazement. I reached up and put the dollar in her thong just where it entered the top of her ass. I asked her to "Please come to our table when you're done with her time on stage."
I got back to the table and sat close to you. I felt your hand slide up the inside of my thigh until your hand was cupping my balls. You squeezed my hard cock through my jeans. You leaned in and asked, “Did you get a good look at her pussy?”
I replied, “Yes,” and, “Hopefully you will get to see it better, too.”
You started to rub your hand up and down my shaft a few times. I took this as a sign that you don’t object to getting to see more of her.
The song finished, and she left the stage. More music started, and a new girl came out on the stage to start a dance.
You were watching how she started her set and didn’t even notice that the brunet had come to our table and sat down at your side. She was wearing a black silk robe just like the one you have at home; she noticed where your hand was and what you were doing with it. Without saying a word, she reached in and placed her hand on yours to squeeze your hand and my shaft at the same time.