Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

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As they walked down the corridor, arms around each other, David said, "You can be a spunky little witch when necessary, can't you?" and squeezed her as she giggled. "Let's stop off at the bar to celebrate; we haven't seen Cyndi since that day; then we can go home and really celebrate." She chuckled at the scenario "really celebrate" brought to her mind.

As they approached the large wooden doors of the strip club, Leila suddenly laughed. "You know, I think somebody has moved the bar. I'm sure it was at least five times as far away last week."

"Somehow, the walk seemed shorter to me today, too." His hand slid down her back and cupped her buttocks through the thin shorts.

They passed through the two doors into the darkness of the bar. A dancer was dancing on stage, wearing only high heels and G-string by now. There seemed to be at least twice as many men here today as there had been at that Friday noon. Definitely over a hundred people. There were no places available at this side of the room, so David suggested that Leila find a place back near the pool tables where they had eaten lunch, while he slipped over and said hello to Harold, the bouncer. He checked what she wanted, so he could order their drinks at the same time.

She slipped between the tables, almost stumbling as she remembered the last time she was here, walking naked between the tables, her most private parts on view to all those men. At her closest approach to the stage, she looked over at ...

... the ash blonde dancer. She must be six feet tall, and those breasts... huge... E's, F's or more. What could David see in her, when he had that blonde goddess to compare her to? A scant five feet three inches short, vital stats merely 34C-22-34, wearing a 34B bra, brown hair not a gorgeous golden blonde, brown eyes not the beautiful brilliant blue; even her pussy, naturally sparse, just a small triangle above her lips; he would leave her for this gorgeous amazon; why had she allowed him to bring her here? She could never compare to the dancer - and, oh lord, there would be other dancers, still more gorgeous women for him to compare her to! She stumbled to the back of the bar, and sank down at a small table near a dart board. She didn't remember that from last week, and she thought she had stared everywhere while trying to ignore her nudity.

She concentrated on the dart board and the pool table, trying to recover her composure. She wouldn't let David see how upset she was. A couple of minutes later she felt his hands on her shoulders, as he stood behind her, then leaned forward and kissed her.

"You seem tense," he said, as he slowly massaged her shoulders. "That's better, you're relaxing now." David sat down, and gave her another kiss. "You look terrific, although that is hardly your most stylish outfit." She explained that she had been dressed for cleaning house when she started to daydream. "Do you remember what I said on the weekend about my preference for my girl's ...