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#143 - 8/9/01 Wish, Part 2
2001-08-22 @ 6:55 p.m.

Entry #2 for today

August 9, 2001 Wish topic, Part 1

August 9, 2001 Wish topic, Part 2

Back at home, I wonder how to spend the rest of my day. I realize this is silly. I have to get used to my penis sometime. I grab one of my husband's porno's, and my favorite coconut lotion, and setup in front of the television. I take my time undressing, caressing my skin, reveling in how different it is from mine. But it is mine. For now. I lick my fingers and rub my nipples. Wow. I stop waisting time and remove my underwear.

Between the porno in front of me, and my lazy hands across my flesh, my penis... my cock is semi-hard. I lay down in the couch, nestling against the pillows, my eyes still on my cock as I hold it. I wet my fingertips again and slide them slowly in a circle around the head. Damn, the head is more sensitive than the rest. Almost like touching your clit too soon without any lubrication, but not quite. I grab the lotion, pausing for a moment to watch the tv screen.

A woman is giving a man a slow blow job. I quickly add some lotion to my hand, slowly slide it along the shaft. Ahhhhh. I open my eyes again, surprised at the intensity. My eyes refocus on the woman, her tongue lashing at the man's cock. I begin to do my best to mimic her actions.

The orgasm does not build slowly, nor is it elusive. One moment I'm wishing that woman's sweet lips were wrapped around my shaft, the next I can actually feel them encase me as I explode into her mouth with a groan. I let myself lay back again into the pillows, my eyes back on the screen. As I watch her take his cock into her cunt, my hand begins to stroke my cock again. It's not long before I'm hard, and I begin the happy process one more time.

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I've spent the afternoon getting to know my new body and working up some courage. I'm freshly showered, in my new black jeans and red silk dragon shirt. I was hesitant to do anything about my stubble, but scrounged around until I found my husband's old electric razor. Now my face was nice and smooth, my hair nice and spikey. All this and the "tough" earring, the thickly chained wallet, and the heavy black boots left me feeling pretty sure of myself. I went out into the night.

I walked up to the doors of Deja Vu feeling nervous once again. I pushed that instinct to flee down into the pit of my stomach and walked through the doors. I tried to take in the neon lights & naked women as I paid my entrance fee. Just like a theme park. Weeeeeeeeeeeee.

For once, I was disappointed not to have access to alcohol. Washington State does not allow the stuff served at strip clubs. What a shame. I could have used some liquid courage as I found a little table all to myself. My eyes on the nearest stage & it's dancer, I was startled when a semi-naked waitress almost immediately walked up to take my drink order. I would have said something smart about there not being much of a selection to choose from, except her barely-contained tits were in my face, the excuse for a bikini top laughable in its inadequacy. The first thing out of my mouth was something like "ughfhlm..." I hung my head in embarrassment, mumbled the word "Coke".

"First time jitters?" she said with laughter in her voice. I was startled all over again when she leaned down to me. "Don't worry," she whispered in my ear. "I'll take care of that." Then she disappeared.

I wondered what the hell that meant. The next girl came on the stage in front of me, and I forgot about the waitress. Until she set my Coke down in front of me. I was about to say thank you as I moved for my wallet, when a hand stopped my arm. I looked up at a completely different waitress. She had long, straight black hair, dark eyes, and no clothes on. Oh, wait, I think that little dark patch was actually a tiny inch of thong, not her crotch. My mistake. My mouth was dry.

She grinned at me, offering me her hand. "I'm Megan," she said. My hand a little shakey, I extended it to her. Instead of shaking my hand, she pulled me up out of my seat. I was momentarily pressed up against her naked breasts. I gasped, she pulled away, still grinning. She was leading me by the hand away from my table. The safety of my table...

I had never been to this club before, but when I saw her heading for a couch in the back, I stopped short. I forced the words, "I can't," from my mouth.

She looked back at me with a frown. "You don't have $40?" she asked, looking almost angry.

"No," I blurted out. "I do. It's just..."

But she didn't let me finish. Her smile was back, and so was her hand tugging mine towards the couch. She settled me in with a grin, then began to work her magic.

She started slowly, trailing one dainty finger down the "v" of my shirt until she hit cloth. Then suddenly she whipped around, hair flying, to smack her hands down on the floor. Her ass jiggled deliciously in front of my face. My mouth was no longer dry, but watering. I slid my hands under my own ass so as not to be tempted to reach for the forbidden fruit. She whirled back around, glanced at my crotch, and frowned. Suddenly her hair was flung all around me, and her face was in my crotch. I felt her cheek rub ever so softly against my hard on. I whimpered. A moment later her face was in mine, her fingers against my lips. "Couldn't tell with those black jeans," she murmured, then stepped away from me with a sly grin. She leaned back, her tits to the sky, and undulated back to me. She straddled my lap, grabbed my arms fiercely, and flung her body backwards until she was almost bent over backwards. She began to shimmy those breasts again, undulating her hips against me as she slowly sat back up to look into my eyes. She did not stop massaging my crotch with hers. I thought my head would explode from the sheer force of will I was using to keep from touching her. She grinned again as she slid from my lap. She didn't give me even a moment to wonder at what was next. She was suddenly sitting in my lap, her back pressed against my chest. As her ass began those lovely motions against my crotch, she rubbed against me with her back, using just the right angle so I could see her squeezing her breasts. Squeezing, sliding, undulating. Flesh so close you could smell it, almost taste it. Her hair in my mouth, and now i could taste her. I tried to spit out her hair, and almost lashed at her flesh with my tongue. I squeezed my mouth and eyes closed, trying desperately to keep my head or cock from exploding.

And then she was gone. My eyes flew open, and she was standing there, a little smile on her face. She didn't say anything, just extended her hand. I reached for my wallet and pulled out 2 twenties, shifting uncomfortably as my cock pressed against my uncaring jeans. She took the money I put in her hand, used the other to blow me a kiss, and walked away silently. I stood up and walked out, bewildered and unbelievably horny.

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