A G-String is a set of skimpy triangular panties. Strippers often wear these panties while their on the job and the string part comes in handy for audience members to stash dollar bills.
I’ve only been to a strip club once, in New York City, when I was twenty-one. I was visiting my brother who was working a contract there at the time. I went to a club with some of his friends and watched these gorgeous women snake up and down polls with their giant stiletto heels and go-go boots, their legs shimmering with glitter or criss-crossed with fishnet stockings, their tits hanging out of their firm fitted corsets, or bouncing under a teeny tiny lacy bra. Some had nipples with tassels swinging from them in mesmerizing circles.
There was one woman there who’s sexiness floored me. She marched on stage with a purpose, her dark glossy legs were long and firm and her ass was nice and high. She owned the stage, unlike some of the other women who were either too shy to embrace their bodies and the music and the limelight, or were so fucked up on cocaine they were practically drooling and cross-eyed. This woman was different. She was saucy. She was in control. She moved her hips and ass in slow undulations and I trapped bill after bill under her g-string, inside her cleavage, in between her ass cheeks.
At the time, I was still a bisexual virgin, just waiting for the right woman to welcome me into her mouth, her tits, her pussy. I knew that all the situational opportunities of this moment might never coincide again. I may never have the money, the opportunity, the right amount of alcohol inside me to keep me brave enough without passing out, the guts and gumption, to come across this chance again. So I asked her for a lap dance. And she smiled, a slow flirty smile, and told me to meet her behind the curtain in five minutes.
That lap dance was my entry into a realm of sexual possibility I didn’t know existed. I sat down on the chair and instantly she straddled me, sliding down against my groin and unhooking her bra simultaneously to reveal her light brown tits and dark burgeoning nipples. I was hooked. She began to grind her pussy softly against mine, then harder and harder. I sat on my hands, absolutely terrified and completely turned on. I didn’t want to objectify or oppress this stunning woman who was letting me glimpse her unbelievably sexy body. As it turned out, it was my inaction that insulted her and she grabbed my shaking hands and smacked them down against her gorgeous ass. Hold on she whispered in my ear. Then she whipped her leg over my head and swiveled around so her ass was in my lap. The next fifteen minutes were a blur of deep dark beats, coffee skin, and my hands squeezing the ass and hips of the most beautiful woman in the world.
1. One of the best parts of wearing a g-string is being able to slide it delicately aside when you want to lower your twat onto his cock.
2. The only downside of the g-string is the feeling of having you asshole flossed.
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