I guess I have what you could call a bit of a stripper habit. I'm not proud of it but hey, even though I am in really good shape and good looking, I am 45 and there aren't a ton of 20-something hotties lined up to show me their tits.

Here are my rules -- about 1/3 of strippers are lesbians, so nothing ever happens. About 50% seem to follow the house rules and it's no/light touch only. But I've found that if I am patient, I can find one of the maybe 5% who are that rare combination of sex addict + too much pride to take money once things get hot and heavy.

Alex was one of those. All of 5 feet tall, hair to her waist, tight ass and a rack that wouldn't quit. She was on stage the first time. I sat down and waved her over. Right away I could sense she was one of the special ones. Something about the look in her eyes . . . submissive, eager to please. She danced for me, and I was smitten, but I put on an air of indifference, checking my phone, the tv over the bar, other girls. It was 3PM on a Monday and the place was dead. I slowly started giving her more attention and made as if to tip her. When she bent over the rail and her hair fell all around me and her lips brushed my cheek. I knew I had hooked her. "Come and see me after your dance," I said and wandered away to a table in the back.

She came right over as soon as she was off stage. I smiled knowing what was next. I motioned to my lap and she slid into it. I keep my hand respectfully on her back as we chatted. She was new to stripping and not quite sure of herself. She kept asking me if I wanted a private dance, but I just shook my head. Finally she said to me, "I want to GIVE you a dance", perhaps thinking it would lure me in.

"Thank you baby", I replied. "That is very sweet and generous of you".

I took her hand and led her back. Most guys let the stripper take charge. Not me. She needs to know that I am calling the shots. I slipped the girl at the VIP room entrance $20. That's the house cut for 4 dances. I made sure Alex saw me do it so she would know that whatever happened I had her back with the house.

I sat in the cubby out of sight of the door monintor and she wasted no time in straddling me. She went to take off her top and a stopped her. "Let me," I said. I hooked the chami with my thumbs and pulled it up, keeping my eyes on her face. My thumbs brushed her nipples and the sharp intake of her breath was audible. My hands slid down her back, pulling her forward where my tongue found her nipple. I dropped my hands to cup her ass. Her hands were in my hair pulling my face into her tits. Her hips started moving back and forth, pushing her pussy along the bulge in my pants. I slid my hand along the crack of her ass, tugging gently at her g-string until I could see thee outline of her mons -- a perfect camel toe. She looked at me like she couldn't quite believe this was happening. I DEFINITELY could not believe it, as I had never been this successful in getting action from a stripper without paying for at least a lap dance or two. But I played it cool.

As the first song ended I turned her around. "Show me your perfect ass," I said. She bent over slightly and gyrated. It WAS perfect. I reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling her slowly down onto my lap. I moved my hand around between her legs. Her g-string was soaked. I slid my hand under and began to finger her shaved pussy. My finger slipped in and I pulled her close. Her hips were making small circles, grinding on my cock. We were into it now and her and reached between her legs, stroking my cock through my pants.

She was leaning back and my other hand was fondling her breasts, pinching the nipples. "Baby, do not cum without asking me first," I whispered in her ear. She nodded and we kept moving together - delicious friction bringing us both closer to orgasm. I cursed myself for not bringing a condom, because I wanted to be inside of her so badly. She started shuddering and I realized she was cumming. She slumped back against me and I slid my fingers out of her pussy.

"I'm sorry," she said, turning to face me. "I know I was supposed to . . . " I put my finger, wet with her juices to her lips. "It's OK," I said. The fourth song was starting and she looked into my eyes as her finger found my zipper. My cock was in her hand. She stood up quickly and glanced around. Still alone in the room. She knelt before me and ran her tongue along the tip of my cock -- then down the shaft. Her mouth took me in, sucking forcefully, her head bobbing up and down. Her mouth was sweet and wet and I know I was going to cum quickly. I loosed my load into her mouth and she drank it greedily before the song was even half over. We sat together, straightening our clothes.

"I want to take care of you, but I don't pay for sex, so why don't you give me your number". She got this look like "I can't believe I am doing this" on her face, but she grabbed my phone and typed in her number. The song was over and I led her out. The day would have only gone down hill from there, so I told her I was leaving. Se hugged my tight and headed back to the locker room to change her wet g-string. The girl at the door looked at me funny and I just smiled and left.

I called Alex a few days later and made arrangements to go to her place and fuck her properly. The sex was amazing. We never got together officially, but I did help her out with some bills now and then and the sex never stopped being amazing. But I was 43 and she could not have been more than 22, so it never would have worked anyway.