1. Wild Hibiscus: The Stripper at Club Bisou


    Date: 1/3/2018, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheTravellingMan, Source: LushStories

    Her appearance tonight begged to be noticed. In the dusky evening light, I snatched glances at her to check that it was still Brigitte underneath. She put so much care and attention into her appearance, I felt a fraud in freshly-pressed trousers and a linen white shirt. I made an effort with a close shave and polished my best shoes but it wasn’t the same. Sitting in the passenger seat, Brigitte stared coolly ahead. The waft of her perfume caught the breeze through the open quarter-light. Tonight, she looked incredible, dressed in a tight wraparound dress as dark as a raven’s wing. Her long blonde hair kempt into luxurious trestles that shimmered in the low sun. Painted crimson lips and dusky eye shadow propelled her from young woman to sensual vamp. Used to pubs for a few beers, getting lucky was the best outcome I could expect. More often than not, my only company on the way home was a bag of chips. This was different, transformed into two grown-ups we were going to a ‘cabaret’ bar in town. In all honesty, I was not quite sure what to expect. ‘Town’ was a middling sized municipality to thirty thousand people, a place for which the word ‘provincial’ was made. Called Club Bisou or the ‘Kiss Club’, Brigitte used to work there. A few days ago, I asked her what she used to do there. Making conversation, innocuously I thought she had been a barmaid or waitress. Brigitte’s coy avoidance of the subject turned into a playful game of cat and mouse. We took to the ante-garden tucked ...
    away at the side of the Chateau. I knew what that sparkle of mischief in her eyes meant by now. Finally stopping, she leant against a stone wall, “Cheri, you know how I get my kicks?” We had been back to the beach three times since then, each time we’d fucked in public. Brigitte’s desire to exhibit her body matched my own; it was our unquenchable need. The air crackled with sexual tension as Brigitte grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me closer. “And?” I offered. The subtle caress of her hand lingered over my chest as I watched that sense of power develop on her face. “It’s sexual isn’t it?” Brigitte nodded slowly, the lascivious expression on her face broke into a sensual smile. I looked to her mouth. Biting on her lower lip, Brigitte’s eyes smouldered with need. “There was me thinking you were a waitress or barmaid.” Brigitte shook her head slowly, “Non.” Pulling me into her, she pressed herself against my stiffening length. One solitary kiss ignited our passion. It was urgent, I could not care less that the staff or even my aunt might be milling around. Brigitte broke from me and pushed me back, I thought that her sense of decorum had kicked in. With her thumb, she wiped her red lipstick off my lips. My head was swimming a little, her soft passionate kiss always had that effect. Sensing that the opportunity was drifting away, I knew I had to assert myself. “What did you do there? Tell me Brigitte.” Her face flushed with a hint of pink, I could not tear my eyes away from her ...
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