Student Sex – Private DancersSoon after starting at university I got in with a randy bunch of lads as keen to explore the new sexual opportunities offered by university and freedom from parental restraints as I was. Together we explored the town’s “red light district” with sex shops that sold porn even hotter than the magazines I’d found in my dad’s secret stash, as well as sexy underwear and other “sex toys.” We also frequented the town’s numerous striptease pubs.These pubs were basically a typical English pub with a small stage on which girls stripped as they danced to the accompaniment of a music track. We got to know the pubs where the girls came on most frequently, where the stage was small enough that we could get closest to the girls, and where the best girls were to be found. Most of the girls weren’t much older than ourselves and we soon found that some student girls at the university did pub striptease for extra money. Normally there were several girls doing striptease during an evening and between routines they would flirt with the audience. Just before a girl did her stage act she would come round in the outfit she was going to strip from with a beer glass in her hand collecting cash contributions from her audience.Girls stripped from sexy revealing outfits such as a miniskirt and a skimpy boob clinging top, or a bikini, or a bra, panties and suspender set, or uniforms such as nurse and schoolgirl. Typically she’d start by strolling around on the stage to warm us up. If she was in a skirt she’d treat us to panty peep upskirts. Her top would come off first followed by a display of swinging and bouncing tits. Panties, or best of all her stockings, came off last by which time we were crazy for a sight of her cunt. The girls knew that and would tease us by slowly peeling their panties down usually with their backsides toward us, before treating us to what we craved, the full frontal nude display. In those pubs I must have seen every style of cunt ranging from smooth shaven slits through landing strips and neat tufts to classic full triangles.After she’s stripped naked the girl would perform nude showing off her naked body in penis straining poses every bit as hot as the pictures in our porn magazines, but with the infinitely more erotic extra of movement. Big young tits would swing and bounce, smooth round bottoms would gleam as they wiggled under the spotlights, long shapely naked legs would spread unbelievably wide and cunts with gaping vaginas would thrust provocatively toward us. Girls showed us what even then as a virgin I knew were sex positions. She’d lay on her back, spread her legs and fold them up so her knees were near her shoulders ready for a boy on top. She’d bend over standing with her legs wide wiggling her bottom to invite us to thrust our hungry cocks in from behind. She’d kneel or squat like she was astride a boy and bob smoothly up and down like she was riding his rod. She would show us how girls masturbated, with her legs wide running her fingers up and down her slit, squirming with sex pleasure and with a look of ecstasy on her face. Best was when a girl’s eyes met mine and the look in them and her fingers between her legs told me it was my cock she was thinking of!Back in my student bedroom after an evening güvenilir bahis in the strip pub I’d be wanking my straining hard cock sore, sometimes several times, as in my dreams the girls performed for me again and I fucked them. But sometimes, especially after watching a girl I fancied or who’d done a really hot act I couldn’t wait. Between acts I’d slink off to the men’s toilet, lock myself in a cubicle, drop my trousers and briefs and tug one off with the memory of a girl fresh in my mind till I splashed my semen against the wall. Sometimes there’d be fresh semen splashed there from boys who’d had the same idea before me. When I rejoined my friends in the bar they all knew what I’d been up to but didn’t care as they all did the same.One striptease pub offered a special attraction: “private dances.” We were in the place one evening watching a girl on the stage when one of the other girls strolled up to us. She was a very pretty brunette with dark hair down loose to her shoulders and a bit older than us, perhaps mid twenties. She was in the see through black lace baby doll negligee, a black thong, sheer black stockings and high heels she’d stripped from in her act. Her breasts were massive and were clearly visible through her negligee. She got close enough to brush her nipples against us through her negligee and told us her name. After these years I’ve forgotten it but I’ll call her Sylvia after a stripper I got to know years later. She asked us if anyone wanted a “private dance.” I showed my inexperience by asking her what a private dance was. She told us that it was just her and a boy in a little booth, and how much it cost. Someone asked how close she’d get. “I’ll let you touch my pussy” she said with a grin. After that the other boys, knowing my sexual inexperience started egging me on to take up her offer. A moment later I was fondling Sylvia’s all but naked bottom as I walked with her down a short back corridor to the booths. After all these years I don’t remember all the details of Sylvia’s act. I’ve watched so many strippers and had so many private dances that the girls, breasts, bottoms, cunts, legs and outfits all merge into one. But what I describe is substantially what happened.The booth was just big enough for the two of us. The walls except for the curtained door were mirrored floor to ceiling. In the middle was a mushroom like stool on which I sat with my back to the curtain. A music track started outside in the bar and Sylvia began to gyrate around me. The mirrors let me see her body from every angle as she moved around me and sensuously swayed to the music. She brushed her breasts, bottom and stocking clad legs against me. To my amazement she ran her fingertips along the bulging ridge of my hard erect shaft through my jeans and playfully fingered my zip. I spread my legs wide in response. I couldn’t keep my hands off her. I’d been worried in case she took offence as my hands started to explore her and I got chucked out. But as if to encourage me, as soon as I started to play with her she stood wide legged gently rocking to the music and holding her negligee up out of my way to give my hands free play. My exploring hands started on her nylon clad legs, crossed her stocking tops, explored her naked thighs above, güvenilir bahis siteleri her naked bottom either side of the thin thong gusset nestling in her bum crack, and cupped my hand over the bulge of her sex mound through the thin satin triangle of her thong. Getting more daring I ran my hands up under her negligee to play with her big firm breasts. I slipped my hand down inside her thong to fondle the lightly furred cunt mound I’d ogled many times that evening. Then she slowly stripped, moving slowly around me. Her negligee came off first and she brushed her naked breasts against my face. My hands were all over her breasts having a good long feel the moment her negligee was off. She let me pull her thong down round her thighs then let it drop, kicked it aside and spread her legs for me. My hand was instantly on her lightly furred cunt mound running my fingers through her coarse dark pubic hair and stroking the lips of her slit. She stepped her high heeled feet up onto the stool between my thighs so I could peel her stockings off. With her foot up on the stool like that she let me grab her bum to pull her body against me and bury my face between her legs to lick and kiss her furry cunt. In the past, in my schooldays before university I’d managed a few brief gropes of girls. What Sylvia was treating me to as my wild hands roamed over her completely naked body was miles beyond the very best grope I’d ever had with a girl. I was frantic! I must have been a complete wally and perhaps had drunk too much. Wild with lust, as Sylvia gyrated naked round me I unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my briefs down round my ankles and spread my legs wide. In the mirror in front of me I could see my naked erect penis sprouting up from my thickly haired balls and sticking up hard between my legs almost to my belly button. Sylvia stopped her gyrations instantly and stared at me with shock. But then before I’d even taken in the magnitude of what I’d done her shocked expression turned to a mischievous grin.“Do you want a handy?” Sylvia asked. As she spoke she put her hand on my bare knee and began to move it up the inside of my naked thigh. “I get so randy stripping for men. Go on, let me!” She made it sound like I was doing her a favour!I spread my legs even wider and leaned back to thrust my straining shaft forward. Sylvia’s hand slid up my thigh to lightly play with my balls, ruffle my pubic hair and to exquisitely lightly stroke my steel hard shaft and my erection sensitised knob. She certainly knew how to touch a boy in the way that drives him wild! As she fondled my cock and balls I slid my hand over her smooth naked thighs and bottom to pull her toward me, and she snuggled against me so her big soft breasts were against my face. Her light fingers stroked my inner thighs, my groins and reached under me to tickle my arse. Then Sylvia hand jobbed me.Before that I’d had a couple of quickie hand jobs in the bushes from girls at school. I’d had my trousers and grey school briefs down my thighs far enough for them to get their hands on my hard up cock. They’d kept their clothes on though they’d opened their blouses and lifted their short skirts. I’d managed to pull their bras down far enough to get their young breasts out and I got their iddaa siteleri white cotton schoolgirl knickers just far enough down their thighs that I could see and feel their cunts and bums. I’d guessed they mainly wanted to get “scores” and status among their friends as girls who’d “done it” for a boy, though I certainly wasn’t complaining! I still remember the excitement of seeing and feeling a schoolgirl’s petite hand wrap round my erect young penis the first ever time and sending my semen spurting. I’d also been wanked by lots of other boys, my school days wank buddies. I’d had some exquisite cock play and naked romps. Some of my wank buddies really knew what they were doing with another boy’s cock and balls, how to edge a boy and how to make masturbation last ages. But nothing I’d ever experienced so far equalled what Sylvia treated me to in that booth. Having Sylvia’s completely naked body against mine as she wanked me was a vastly more erotic experience than any of those semi-undressed quickies with girls or any nude boy on boy romp. My one hand enjoyed Sylvia’s naked bottom, legs and cunt, my other hand and my tongue and lips enjoyed her breasts as they quivered with the movement of her hand pumping my cock. Her fingers between my spread legs got me rock hard erect and wild. She wrapped her hand closed loosely round my straining, so stiff and arousal sensitised shaft and rhythmically tugged and stroked full length, catching the base ridge of my cock head just the way I still like a woman to do. In the mirror in front of me my eyes enjoyed the erotic voyeur thrill of watching her naked body bobbing with the rhythm of her hand sliding up and down the length of my penis. Sylvia knew what she was doing every bit as well as any of the boys who’d so deliciously hand jobbed me in the best of our naked romps! After minutes of infinite pleasure my cum started to rise. Sylvia must have felt my penis stiffen in her hand, heard my excited cries, seen how I thrust my cock forward and how I pulled her hard against me. Her hand slowed to hold my straining penis on the edge for a few exquisite moments then she took me through to a grunting, juddering, hip thrusting orgasm that fountained my semen up over my belly and chest.While I sat there afterwards panting, with my half flaccid cock still out and dripping cum, Sylvia put on her stockings, thong and negligee. I quickly dressed and a minute later we were on our way back to the bar. I’d been away for quite some time and when I told the other boys Sylvia had hand jobbed me they didn’t believe me. They thought I was k**ding them and I’d just been to the toilet for a wank!I was often in that pub during my student days. Years after I’d left university I happened to be in my university town and I went back there. The place looked much more dingy, but girls now looking much younger to me still stripped on that stage and still gave private dances. Their young breasts still bounced, the legs still spread unbelievably wide and the cunts still thrust like they did in my student days. But the price had gone up and new rules banned touching the girls, with CCTV in place to make sure I kept my hands and my sex kit to myself. I passed the place a year or so ago and sadly it was no longer a striptease pub, or even a pub, just another characterless restaurant. I felt as if a part of my history had died. I stood outside for a while feeling my penis stir as I let the fond memories flow through my mind. Then I left, and I won’t be back there again.