My first lapdances were when I visited pre-Guliani NYC and went to lapdance clubs called Harmony and Harmony II. There were chairs all over and dozens of women patrolling around soliciting lap dances. The women could not use their mouths or hands, but just about every other body part was creatively used to turn guys on, extend the dances and get more money. After a particularly good lapdance, I needed to breath as she got me rock hard. My erection was running down my leg and in my jeans it was very noticable. No sooner than the dancer left, another walked by, glanced down, and stopped short in front of me. She said "what is that you've got there?" with a big smile on her face. I smiled right back and said "I think you know what it is" She asked if I wanted a lapdance, and how could I say no to a woman who stopped in her tracks to admire my dick?Reading this thread brings back so many memories. One of my favorites was the first time I went to a strip club and got my first lap dance. I was about 22 and I was rock hard and the girl couldn't keep her mouth off of the bulge stretching down my leg, saying it made her "think dirty thoughts". I was amused and just thought all lap dances were this awesome.
Anyway, it ended and I was waking back to join my buddies and passed by a table with a couple of dancers sitting there and one of them saw the bulge down my leg and reached out, grabbed my dick, and said, "whoa! Big Boy Club!" with a grin and giggle from the other girls.
Yeah, that being my first lap dance I didn't know that she was breaking club rules by biting my shaft and grabbing me and carrying on like she was. I got another dance a year or so later that was "normal" and that was my last one....My first lapdances were when I visited pre-Guliani NYC and went to lapdance clubs called Harmony and Harmony II. There were chairs all over and dozens of women patrolling around soliciting lap dances. The women could not use their mouths or hands, but just about every other body part was creatively used to turn guys on, extend the dances and get more money. After a particularly good lapdance, I needed to breath as she got me rock hard. My erection was running down my leg and in my jeans it was very noticable. No sooner than the dancer left, another walked by, glanced down, and stopped short in front of me. She said "what is that you've got there?" with a big smile on her face. I smiled right back and said "I think you know what it is" She asked if I wanted a lapdance, and how could I say no to a woman who stopped in her tracks to admire my dick?
The 'rules' vary state to state. I never even heard of a lapdance until the internet and UseNet News groups (google it, you youngn's!).Yeah, that being my first lap dance I didn't know that she was breaking club rules by biting my shaft and grabbing me and carrying on like she was. I got another dance a year or so later that was "normal" and that was my last one....
Yeah, that being my first lap dance I didn't know that she was breaking club rules by biting my shaft and grabbing me and carrying on like she was. I got another dance a year or so later that was "normal" and that was my last one....
No photos?One time I did sex with two women, once is a friend of mine and the other one none.
When they saw my cock, my friend said to the other woman: "I told you he has a big cock..."
But in Italian sounds better: "Te l'ho detto che questo ha la minchia grossa..."