A Strippers Tale Ch. 03

I wanted to do something nice. So I put together a picnic in the trunk of my car with sandwiches, beer, water, and soda. I had a blanket for us to lie on. I picked up Katya, and she was dressed in loose-fitting high-cut silk shorts and a semi-sheer button-down top.

It was clear there was no bra involved. And you could see just the edge of her mound from the side in the shorts. She looked so hot. We chatted as we drove over to a state park nearby, and I was able to drive into a fairly secluded area I knew about and lay out our blanket. She looked pleased. We each grabbed a beverage, and we just started talking.

"I have to admit, my knees got a little weak seeing you the other night."

"Does it bother you what I do?"

"Bother me? No. Are you kidding? First of all, I have no right to judge you. We hardly know each other. And I'm not stupid. I know there's a lot of money in stripping. Besides, I've fantasized about you since that ride in Guy's car, to be honest. But I have to ask, is there more to it than the money?

Looking at me with a raised eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

I am curious if you like being naked in front of people. It's obvious you are stunningly beautiful. Do you enjoy being looked at?"

I could see her shoulders relax, "That's something no one has ever asked me. Are you interested in psychology?"

"A little? Are you?"

"Well, this is probably the most interesting first date I've been on. Yes. I did some self-discovery a few years back and got interested in Nietzsche. Are you familiar with him?"

"I've heard of him. Not much though. I remember something about views on sexuality. Is that what you mean?"

Katya smiled, "Yeah, there's a lot to unpack, but I found through reading a bunch of Nietzsche and Sartre that I wanted to experience freedom and joy without the constraints society puts on us."

After a bit of a pause, she added, " I like the freedom I have in my life. I have no hangups about exploring those things I enjoy or am curious about. But it's caused problems for me."

"You mean in relationships?"

"Yeah, possessiveness, jealousy, and a misunderstanding of love. Men think differently from women. Do you think less of me because of what I do?"

"Have I given that impression?"

"No, remarkably, just the opposite, which I find very intriguing."

Another silence.

"Are you from here, Katya. Where'd you grow up?"

"Litchfield. Pretty uneventful. I was kind of an ugly duckling until my junior year of high school. Then I bloomed!" She said with a grin, "I had a boyfriend junior and senior year, and I broke up with him because I was going out of state to school."

"How'd you end up here?"

"Well, Indiana was definitely not for me. I made a fool of myself- a story for another day, so I decided to head back east. I don't want to bore you with my disastrous life. Tell me about yourself, Chaz."

"Well, not your typical college student," I said.

"You're a little older, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, I'm 26. I went out of state as well, flunked out, went to work for a few years, learned a trade, and realized it wasn't for me, so I decided to go back to school. I was originally pre-med, but I wasn't getting A's, and I knew I needed A's for medical school, so someone told me about Communications. I had always had an interest in technical stuff, so I worked the camera at a telethon and was hooked. I knew the possibilities."

"Is that what you want to do? Camera?"

"No, I like editing. How about you? Why communications?"

"Well, originally it was audiology, and I was so bored, I met this guy Ivan who told me about the Communications department, so I switched."

"Ivan! He seemed to know you when I met him at the department."

"Yeah, I know him," she rolled her eyes.

"Tell me. What's up with Ivan? How do you know him?"

"Well, the guys at the bar know him. He's a bit crazy. They call him English."

"Because of his accent?"

"Yeah. I was there one night when he walked in and came to talk with the club president, Jocko, because of an incident. I guess he beat the crap out of a pledge and Jocko was pissed and told him to come in for a sit down. So, I'm dancing and I see him walk in, and he doesn't look happy, and very nervous. A few minutes later, everyone stepped back and somebody yelled He's got a grenade!"

"Holy shit!"

"Yep. He told Jocko, If anything happens to me, I'm taking you all with me."

We both laughed at that. "Ivan did that?"

"Yeah, English."

"Let's say they came to an understanding. Jocko told him he could come to the club whenever he wanted and drink for free because he had more balls than anyone he knew."

We were lying on our sides facing each other, and there was that light again shining across her face, making her beauty glow. I slid my finger across her brow, tucking her hair behind her ear. She looked at me in a way that made it feel natural and right to lean in and kiss her.

She gave a little moan, "So gentle," She said.

Katya rolled onto her back, and I got right up close and we locked eyes as I unbuttoned a few buttons and slid my hand in, cupping her breast at the same time. I leaned in again, and this time with a much deeper kiss. I could feel her move a little, and another moan.

It felt so natural to look at her beautiful face as I slid my hand down her stomach and slid my fingers across her warm slit. I could feel moisture coming through the fabric with my touch. She pushed up for my fingers and made a little whimper.

"Not here," she whispered.

"Are you worried about being naked in public?" I said with a smile.

She slid back up, lying on her side, resting her head in her hand. "Is it weird being with a stripper?" Her free hand was now exploring my chest and body.

I had to think about it, "No, but it certainly eliminated the need for modesty."

"Oh, you mean like the hard-on I gave," she said, nodding at my crotch with a giggle.

"Which one?" I retorted, smiling back.

She pushed me over and climbed on top of me, straddling me, as she took my arms and pinned them over my head, "this one," As she dry humped my now very hard cock.

"How can I be blamed if you're too hot?" Was all I got out before she dropped her mouth over mine again as she humped me.

"What do you want to know, Chaz?"

"It's not what I want to know, Katya, it's what I want to do."

"My place or yours?" She asked without hesitation as she continued to slide herself across my body.

"Funny," I said.

"What?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I thought you would be more sexually liberated given your job."

"I am. I'm a student of Nietzsche for sure, but I don't like the idea of getting pinched for public nudity," with a little laugh, now just lying across my body.

"Oh yeah, ok, let's go. I want to hear more about Nietzsche, but I want to be inside you more." I said as I rolled Katya off of me.

We packed up, and as we drove away, Katya looked at me with a wicked smile and lust in her eyes. She undid her seat belt and crawled across, and tore at my belt and pants. I did all I could to help get them down my legs as I drove.

"Mmmmm," as she took me deeply down her throat.

"Oh God," her mouth was amazing. I couldn't believe this beautiful creature was sucking my cock. She toyed with me. Holding me in her mouth and then sucking slowly. I was in heaven. I was about to cum and she took her mouth away and blew cool air on my wet cock. I thought I would lose control of the car. We were at a light and I was bucking for her to take me back in her mouth and make me cum.

I groaned, "You are incredible."

She took me in her mouth and just held me there. I tried to pump into her mouth as I started driving again with numerous beeps from behind but she just held me on the edge, licking and sucking me.

I tried to get my hand under her shorts and my fingers in her, but she was just a bit too far away. She got up, pulled her shorts off, and went right back down on me. This time on her knees, closer, to give me access. She bucked on my fingers now sliding up and down her slit as I exploded in her mouth.

I made a wild move to the shoulder of the road and pushed her back across the seat. She spread those beautiful legs, smiling at me as I dove into her hot little quim.

God, she tasted so good. How did I rate for this, I thought, as she bucked on my mouth. I teased her with my tongue.

"Please, Chaz!"

My thumb on her clit, "Two can play that game Katya," as I sucked her labia into my mouth again.

"Oh God I'm going to cum!"

And bucking wildly, I could taste her juices as she came moaning loudly.

God, she was incredibly beautiful, I thought, as I lifted off of her and looked at her semi-nude form in front of me. The sight of her made me immediately hard again despite having just cum.

I ripped her top open and slid into her and started pounding her. She was yelping. Neither one of us cared that we were on the shoulder of the road with cars going by.

It was almost comical. I wasn't sure if her yelping was from the pounding I was giving her or from her head banging into the door as I pounded her.

She made a moan that came from deep within, bit my shoulder, and shuddered again in a hard orgasm spasm.

Now a wild man, I flipped her over like a rag doll and took her hips and went at her from behind. She put her hands on the door with her nails gripping the opening where the window felt meets the window.

She grunted with each thrust, and I exploded in her and was shocked when she started shaking again in orgasm. How many times was that? I thought. I'd never come close to making a woman cum that many times in a row. I was proud of myself.

She crumbled onto the passenger seat, and I withdrew. As I pulled my pants back on, "So about Nietzsche."

We both laughed.