Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... clothes?" She nodded, she had planned to change into the blue skirt and white blouse she had worn to the doctor's office last time, perhaps doing so to tease him a bit. "Since you decided to wear pants, am I to infer that you don't want to be my girl?"

"No, I meant to. The daydreams made me late!" she blurted out.

"Or is it that you do want to be my girl but are asking me to punish you?"

"It was just an accident," she breathed. The mention of punishment had suddenly made her feel so hot.

"You told me your best friend in college was a psychology major. I'm sure she must have told you that Freud claimed that there were no such things as accidents, that everything was subconsciously planned. Add to that the fact that you were dreaming about us..."

Leila though about it for a moment. "What should I do?"

"If you really do want to be my girl, and you really do want to dress to please me, when Cyndi brings the drinks over, ask her to take your shorts off."

Leila's Love Story, Part 4

Take her shorts off? In the strip bar! Worse still, have the waitress take them off! She remembered how Cyndi had caressed her nude body the other day. She remembered those hands cupping her buttocks, the fingertips dancing in the crack between her cheeks. She remembered Cyndi fondling her thighs, and the thumb pressing against her bare vagina bringing her to orgasm. Damn! She was so turned on. Her nipples were sore from pressing in vain against the tight bra cups, and her panties ...

... were getting awfully wet. She looked at David, as he gazed innocently around. Innocent - she didn't buy that. Was he trying to embarrass her here again? She saw his eyes come to rest on something and followed his gaze. Another stripper was on stage. This one, she remembered hearing the announcement for Red Sonya in the background, was a redhead. She was still fully dressed as this was her first song, and she was tall. Definitely taller than the last, maybe breaking the six foot limit by two or three, even four inches. As Red Sonya opened her shirt, Leila realized she was smaller that the previous dancer, but he was still at least a D, possibly a DD. She would not lose David to that bitch. Her fear turned to anger and she knew what she was going to do.

"Foster's for David, and a Blue for you." Cyndi's voice right beside her made her jump. She hadn't noticed the waitress approaching from the other side. Although shorter and with smaller breasts than the current dancer, Cyndi was also a tall redhead.

As David paid Cyndi, Leila got up and asked, "Cyndi, will you please do me a favour? Will you please remove my shorts?"

"Why do you want them taken off?"

Leila was stunned at the question. She saw David's smile and realized she had been set up. She knew she had to answer, or something worse would happen. "I knew David wanted me to wear a skirt today, and I felt today would be very special, yet I wore these. I feel now that I chose them deliberately to annoy David, and I ...