This is a story about an experience I had on Saturday night which makes me tremble every time I think about it. I was in London with a man I am seeing and he suggested we go to a lap dancing club. I was a bit worried that it would be cheap and tacky but I was also very curious. I'm not shy sexually and I have had one encounter with another girl which I enjoyed, so after a moment I agreed to go with him.

The club we went to was one I'd heard of and seemed very tasteful - not in the least seedy. The girls were all really beautiful and were walking around wearing very little. On two stages women were pole dancing completely naked and I could feel myself watching while bubbles of desire built up in my stomach.

I was wet even before my friend suggested having one of the girls dance for us. I knew exactly which one I wanted. She was a mixed-race girl with long plaits and her skin was the colour of warm toffee.

We went into a private area with her and she began to dance. Her eyes met mine as she danced for my friend then she slowly slipped out of her top and skirt and began to gyrate in front of me. I could smell her, an earthy mixture of body oil and pussy. She swung her breasts with very dark large nipples just inches from my face and bent low to rub her face against my crotch, though not actually touching.

I was so desperate not to squirm that I sat completely still but my crotch was so wet I could feel juice soaking through my trousers on to the seat below. My friend could see the effect she was having on me and asked her to keep dancing for the next song.

I don't know how I stopped myself from touching her beautiful skin as she moved even closer working her pussy inches from my face, her lips smooth and shaven revealing the pink sheen of her inner thighs.

When the song came to an end I was almost relieved. I needed to touch someone desperately. But my friend had other ideas and this time paid for a dance for me alone. He also whispered to the girl that 'I was very turned on and he would pay her extra to do everything she could get away with'

I don't know if it was different because it was just the two of us but this time she let her body touch mine. She pushed her face against my trousers, rubbing her forehead against my pussy. I knew she could feel the wetness and she smiled.

This time when she brushed her body upwards, she touched my face with hers and brushed her nipple until it was over my mouth. She pushed it between my lips as I gasped and ran my tongue over the hard ridges of her flesh. When her pussy came level with my face she put her foot on the seat back above me and I could see all of her. Her pussy was pale pink and glistened it was small and looked tight, her lips were small but they splayed back from her clitoris which was darker and swollen and I could smell the musky sweet scent of her cunt.

She held her body there for a few moments and then slipped back down my body, once again letting her nipple work its way between my lips. I couldn't stand it and very gently I put my hand on her bum and let it slip across her flesh. For a second I was scared I had over stepped the mark but she just smiled and rubbed her beautiful arse against my chest.

The song ended there and I stood up and thanked her. She put her arms around me and whispered come back anytime. I went back to my friend and told him we had to leave right then. In the taxi on the way back to the hotel I don't know how I waited. I was soaking wet and could feel my whole body trembling with the force of sexual tension inside me. When we got back to our room I had to have him and could tell he was just as excited. The sex we had was glorious and all the time I thpought of the beautiful lapdancer and what I would like to have been doing with her.