[Saddledrifter]

My husband asked me to recall for you my first time to dance on stage for a group. It wasn't in a strip joint or club. Instead, it was at a biker rally on a make-shift stage on a 5th wheel toy hauler trailer. The trailer owner had lowered his back door and set up a stage with a stripper pole. I had been drinking all afternoon and evening. Initially, I had been recruiting ladies from the audience to get up and strip on the stage. Some did and some didn't. I was about 40% successful in my recruiting, but for some reason as the evening wore on fewer women wanted to get on stage. Then one of the ladies that had already stripped about three times grabbed me out of my chair and pulled my fishnet top off, and pulled me on stage with her. I danced with her on the pole for a short while, and then she left me up there by myself. The guys in the audience were all whooping and calling out for me to take my little bikini shorts off. I was commando that evening and was reluctant to drop the shorts and dance naked. Finally, my song was over and I had only pulled my shorts down to expose my ass, but no pussy during that dance. I was glad when the song finished, and I was able to climb down off the stage. However, with all the guys hollering, clapping and whistling for my dance, I felt somewhat empowered by it and hot at the same time.

After a few more girls had danced, the boyfriend of the woman that had pulled me up on the stage the first time, grabbed me out of my chair and said, you are going to dance on the pole with me. I was still just in my shorts with no top on. He got me up on stage. He was just wearing a pair of jeans with no shirt. We started out by sliding around the pole in opposite directions. Initially. I was facing in toward the pole and would dip under his arm as we crossed paths. However, after a while I turned out toward him and would rub my tits across his bare chest as we passed. Then he started rubbing my tits with his hands each time we passed one another. Then I reached down and pulled my shorts down below my ass and rubbed that hot ass against his package still buried in his jeans. I don't remember whether I then pulled my shorts down to my feet or if he did it, but soon my shorts were down around my ankles. I stepped out of them and he tossed them to my husband in the crowd. Then we continued twirling around the pole with me naked, and he continued by feeling my tits, ass and pussy with each revolution around the pole. I began to realize that we had danced through three songs since i first hit the stage. But before we stopped, someone painted my tits with chocolate syrup, and my dancing partner dropped down and licked those tits clean. The crowd went wild. I was so drunk that I was having trouble standing up and twirling on that pole. We had several more trips circling around the pole, but I think my studly guy realized that I was about to fall down, so he helped me back to my chair.

By the time I was escorted back to my chair, I was so hot, I was about to squirt. I was still nude. I told my husband that I better get back to our motor home. He was O.K. with that. As we started to walk away, my dancing partner pulled up with a golf cart and told us to get in and he would carry us back to our motor home. I think my husband was happy to see the cart, because he was afraid that he might have to carry me back to the motor home. As we got out of the motor home, my dancer guy was telling us how hot I was and how he was getting stone aches from having danced with me. He said that he could sure use some relief from those aches. I turned and asked my husband if he cared if i helped him out. He agreed to let me. It took both my dancer guy and my husband to get my naked body up the stairs into that motor home. Once I was in there, I laid back on the couch and said that I was too drunk to give my dancer a head job, and that he would just have to fuck me there on the couch. He slipped off those jeans and exposed a really good sized erect dick. He climbed on me and proceeded to pump away. I remember getting one climax before he ever came, but then I think I passed out before he was finished. My husband tells me that before he was all done, I had gotten three climaxes. All I know is that I was a little sore the next morning and didn't recall anything after that initial climax. But that is the story of my first stage dance and strip. It was a lot of fun, and I did feel empowered with all those guys hollering and whistling for me. I hope i can do it again sometime in the future.