Never Too Old For the Game of Love

When you fall in love with a woman who has children, you have to at least tolerate them.  Even better is liking them.  Best choice of all is if you love the child(ren) as well.

Tegan is nearing 40 and a divorced mother of 2.  She and her best friend, also divorced, started a party-planning business to supplement their child support.  When a friend of theirs tells them her husband’s brother needs someone to plan a birthday party for a client of his, they jump at the chance to earn more than they usually get for children’s parties.  But when he asks for a stripper, Tegan isn’t sure if they will be able to find one.  Her best friend Patti, who does all of the food, suggests that she do it herself…disguised, of course.  But her confidence took a battering when her husband left her…for a man.  Does she dare?  And is she ready for the consequences?

Set-up: At the birthday party in a bar…

Alexander was a patient man, but he walked over to the food table, and asked, “So, Patti, where is your partner this evening? She had told me she’d see me here, but I’m not seeing her. And speaking of NOT seeing, where is the entertainment? Or was she unable to fulfill my request, so she’s ashamed to show her face here?”
A slow smile spread across Patti’s face, as she said, “Why Mr. Reyes, the entertainment’s just arrived. See for yourself.” She gestured behind him, and Alexander turned around to see a woman in a trench coat and over-sized hat, along with very dark sunglasses, stride into the room, and plug in a boom box in the outlet by the door. She had long blonde hair and stilettos with four-inch heels on them, so she was an imposing figure, at over six feet tall.
Once the music started, the men doing shots at the bar noticed her, and a shocked silence fell over them, as they watched her slowly dance her way over to the center of the room. Once there, she unbuttoned her trench coat, and tossed her hat back towards the door. In time to the slow, sensuous beat of the bluesy-style music, she now slowly removed her coat, to reveal a white silky blouse, buttoned all of the way up, but thin enough for her black bra to be seen through it, barely containing her ample breasts with their hard, pointy nipples already poking through the fabric and demanding attention.
Alexander’s mouth went dry, and he could barely swallow. The other men were now moving closer, grabbing chairs to sit on, settling down to watch, fascinated, as the woman tossed the coat back to join the hat, and they saw a black leather skirt, short enough for the black garters holding up the black silk stockings, to be seen. The music now changed to the Santana song, “Black Magic Woman”, which had always been one of Alexander’s favorite songs to use to seduce women, since he had learned to do the cha-cha before he had even learned to walk.
Obviously this woman had learned from a master, since her dancing was flawlessly executed, and it was all Alexander could do to keep himself standing in one place and not rushing over to do the “dance of love” with her. As she danced, she swayed her hips, and used her hands to draw attention alternately to her hips, then to the buttons on her blouse, that she was slowly unbuttoning, one at a time, from the top down. Once she got all of the buttons undone, she teased them all by pretending to remove her blouse, flashing them with a quick view of her breasts spilling over the bra, then she put it back on to dance around some more.
By this time, the other men were making noises of excitement and enjoyment, as men usually do when they are in a group, and getting turned on together, by a scene they can’t join, but can enjoy watching. No one attempted to touch her; they seemed to know that all they could do was watch. Alexander found himself unable to move even if he had wanted to, since his erection had grown so large that his pants were too tight for him to even sit down.
The woman now tossed off her blouse, to join the hat and coat, and began to sway her hips, as she worked her hands around her abdomen, fondling herself, until she got both hands to the back of the skirt, and drew down the zipper. This movement made her breasts almost fall out of the front of the bra, and the catcalls reflected the excitement the audience was feeling, as they waited hopefully, for her naked breasts to make an appearance. The bra held its cargo in position, and the skirt was slowly drawn down, inch by inch, to reveal a black lacy thong that matched the bra. The dancer slowly stepped out of the skirt, and that was thrown over to join the other discarded clothing.
Beads of sweat were now on Alexander’s face, and he could feel them trickle down under his shirt, and run down his legs. He didn’t think it was possible for him to feel any more aroused than he already was, when the music changed again, and this time to an Arabic-sounding piece of music, that made the woman begin to belly-dance and bump and grind her hips as if she was doing a world-class pole dance, only without a pole to rub herself on.
Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing, her rounded abdomen and hips begged for someone to grab them and pleasure her, and the stockings and garters only served to emphasize the long legs she was using to dance around the middle of the room. The thong left little to the imagination, and Alexander suddenly felt as if the room didn’t hold enough oxygen for him to breathe anymore.

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