I saw her laying out at the apartment pool on her stomach. She had on a very skimpy and very revealing bikini, with the strings of her bikini top undone.

She was super focused on her cell phone, so she did not see me approaching. I took up a lounging position on a pool-side chase lounge chair, about ten feet from her and proceeded to strip out of my shirt.

She glanced in my direction, then quickly returned her attention to her cell phone. After a few minutes, I jumped into the pool and swam a few laps and then I retreated back to my chase lounge chair. A few minutes later and my pool friend did the same, not even being bashful in showing off her cheerleader-like figure.  I watched as she waltzed back to her lounge chair, the water streaming down her smooth and well-tanned skin.

Her name was Shannon and she lived in 503. She was a student. She said she was eighteen, but I didn’t believe her. She looked more like she was in her early twenties. than her late teens.

We chatted briefly and I asked her if she worked anywhere.

"I’m a waitress at a club,” she replied.

“Which club?” I pressed.

“Baby Dolls,” she replied, “It’s a strip club.”

I knew Baby Dolls. I had been a frequent visitor and gone broke tipping dancers. It was a laid back strip club with some really nice looking strippers.

“Waitress,” I repeated, making sure that I understood her.

“Waitress,” she repeated. “I haven’t worked up the gumption to be a stripper. Besides, I don’t have a stripper body.”

I told her that I thought she was wrong on the body type. She blushed and added that her boyfriend would probably not like it or approve.

“Probably not,” I replied.

“You should stop by,” she proffered. “I might be able to hook you up. I know lots of the girls.”

Our conversation kind of waned at that point and Shannon said he had to go, because she had to be at work by 3pm. I showered and grabbed a bite to eat at a local Burger joint and since it was my day off from work, I decided I might as well go by and see my newfound friend at Baby Dolls.

After paying the ten-dollar cover charge, I asked of Shannon was at work. The door girl looked at her listing of workers. There was no Shannon working at Baby Dolls. My heart sank but was cheerily re-engaged, as a scantily clad stripper looped her am underneath mine and escorted me into the darker and more cavernous chamber of the neon lights and strobes of the club.

She seated me and told me she would be right back. A waitress sauntered up and took my drink order as I scanned the club. It was about six in the evening and there were not many customers. Three older guys were stationed at the bar and I saw three tables with lonely looking guys sitting at them, doing the same thing I was doing, just looking around.

The DJ blurted out a thank you to a stripper named “Dixie” and introduced to the main stage, a striper named “Lexi.”

The familiar form of a very shapely young lady sauntered to to the stage wearing eight-inch-high stripper stilettos. She sported a day-glow green bikini that barely contained her best assets. She worked her way to the end of the stage and wrapped her hands and long slender legs around the brass pole. As she turned and peered across the cavernous club, our eyes met, or at least I thought they did. She nodded her head to the heavy beat of the music and proceeded to put on quite a show, stripping out of bikini top to fully expose her man-made 36 d-cup boobs with perky little pencil-eraser-like nipples perched on top of her globes.

On her second song, she slowly crawled across the stage on all fours before slipping on to her back her legs extending upwards. Oh Lord.

Suddenly, she arched her back and stripped out of her bikini bottoms, tossing them off the stage as she unashamedly bared her everything. Then, just as quickly as her set had begun, she was off the stage and making her way in my direction.

I froze. Had she seen me? If she had, what was she going to say? Part of me wanted to just hit the door, but I could not budge.

Shannon slipped into a chair next to where I was seated.

“OK,” she said, as the next dancer took the stage, “I lied. I strip. Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Don’t worry,” I replied. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Sure,” I said, “You owe me a hook up.”

Shannon laughed.

“Yes, I do,” she said, “I’m working on that.”

Shannon headed off to the dressing room. The original dancer that had seated me came over to take up a seat, in my lap. She was nice and pretty, but not my type. She asked if I wanted a private lap dance and I politely declined. Then, as quickly as she had sat down, she departed.

Shannon was gone for quite a long time.

In the interim, while I waited on my neighbor, I think every stripper in the club tried to hit on me. Finally, Shannon approached my table, dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt.

“Can you take me home?” she casually asked, adding. “I can take a cab if it’s a problem.”

“No problem,” I replied. “I was ready to leave any ways.”

Shannon told me to take her duffle bag out to my car and to pull up by the valet stand. I did as she requested and within a few minutes she was in my car, with her instructing, “Go!”

“I didn’t tip out the DJ,” Shannon said. “I’ll have to make it up to him tomorrow.”

“You’re leaving early,” I noted.

“Too many girls,” Shannon replied, adding, “Besides, I’m not making any money and it’s slow.”

As I pulled into the parking lot of our apartment complex, Shannon asked if she could spend the night in my apartment.

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” she declared. I asked why she was not going back to her apartment. She said that she and her boyfriend had been fighting and she did not want to go back to the apartment. I had no problem with Shannon staying the night.

So, we settled into my apartment, which was on the third floor over the top of where she lived with her boyfriend.

She asked to use my bathroom and although I felt it was not guest-ready, she did not leave me much of a choice, as she closed the door behind her. I pulled out two beers from the refrigerator. A few minutes later and Shannon emerged from the bathroom, clad only in her mid-thigh length t-shirt and barefoot.

“You’ve already seen everything else,” Shannon noted, “So behave.”

She took up a seat besides me on the couch.

“Is one of those for me?” she asked, spying the beer on the coffee table.

“Yep,” I replied. “All yours.”

Two beers turned into four, then into six, and then into eight as we sat and chatted. Shannon was easy going and super sexed up. I could tell that she was in the mood, as she kept re-arranging her panties, trying hard to be subtle in doing so.

“You know,” I said after quite of bit of movement from her side of the couch,” If you just take them off, your problem will be half-solved.”

Shannon laughed.

“You’d like that, huh?”

“Its your choice,” I replied. “Besides, I’ve already seen everything.”

Shannon quickly stripped out of her panties tossing them into my lap. I grabbed them and buried my nose in them, humming out loud.

“You’re crazy,” Shannon declared.

“No,” I quickly shot back, “You’re the one with no underwear on.”

“Well,” Shannon argued back, “Strip.”

“If I strip,” I declared, “We might end up….”

I let my voice trial off.

“Hey,” Shannon quickly shot back, “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

Oh Lord!

I quickly kicked off my tennis shoes and then I stripped out of my t-shirt as Shannon sat beside me in silence. I arched my back and stripped out of my jeans and my satin boxer shorts, my eight and half inch steel rod arching upward towards my lower abdomen.

Shannon shifted on the couch, getting closer to where I was seated, her eyes glued to my stiffened cock as she apprehensively bit down on her lower lip.

Precum was seeping out the tip end of my tool.

“WowI” Shannon exclaimed as she spied my tool. “I’m impressed!”

I apologized, as I leaned back, my arms outstretched on the couch.

Shannon did not miss a beat, silently moving her hand to my inner thigh. Shannon quickly peeled out of her t-shirt.

Oh Lord.

“Alexa,” I called out, to my artificial intelligence in the corner, “Play me some club music.”

Shannon took to her feet and began to gyrate her hips, straddling my parted legs. She had a thin frame, but with the curves in all the right places. She gently pressed her leg against my balls, as she worked herself closer to me, biting down on her lower lip, her dark chocolate brown eyes laser focused on me.

She turned and planted her cute little cheerleader-like ass right on top of my lap, pushing my tool right into her butt-crack. She wiggled her ass back and forth, her hands on my knees, glancing back at me, over her shoulder, still biting down on her lower lip.

She raised up after a few seconds of intense lap grinding, and I could very easily see that she was well primed, her pussy glistening with moisture. I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back on to my lap.

“Put me in,” I breathlessly instructed.

Shannon worked the head of my cock along the outer bands of her vagina, using her fingers to push the tip end of my tool into her pussy. She was a tight fit, but as she settled back on to my lap, my tool inching deeper and deeper inside of her, the walls of her vagina, clamping down and then releasing their grip on my tool, I knew I was in for a very fun time.

Shannon bounced up and down on my tool, as I held on to her hips.

Oh Lord!

“I’m going to cum,” I warned.

“Cum!” Shannon replied. “Give it to me!”

I wrapped my arms around her small frame and grabbed her boobs, digging in my fingertips as my thighs quivered.

I shot my load deep inside of her, as I pulled her downward, my hands on her shoulders. She slowed as my cum began to fill her pussy. She lowered her head and I watched as the knuckles of her balled up hands turned white and she shuddered.

“Oh Gawd,” she cried out, slowly rocking back and forth on my lap, my tool still buried deep inside of her.

Shannon gabbed my hand and pulled me into my bedroom and on to my bed, where she proceeded to cleaned me with unbelievable oral skills. I apologized, for being a “one-hit and done wonder”, but that did not seem to faze Shannon, who said, “We’ll see about that.”

Shannon was a surprise hook up. She ended up spending the night and I lost track of how many times we ended up pleasuring one another.

Shannon had me take her to work the next day and as I dropped her off, she stuck her head back in the window of my car and said, “Pick me up at two fifteen and don’t be late.”

No problem.

“And I hope you don’t mind if I bring the party back to your place,” she added with a broad smile and a pronounced wink.

No problem-o there either. . . . .