[PalmsMan]

In the early 1970s there was an Irish woman who did the rounds of the Soho strip clubs. I liked to watch her at the Carnival Club where she did her most seductive act.

The lady (I never knew her name) had dirty blond hair, a 36C bust, a reasonably trim waistline, and 38" hips with a shapely arse. Unusually for London strippers, after her act she would sometimes come out and sit among the audience and engage guys in conversation.

Typically, at the Carnival the women danced to three numbers. During the first they removed their Brassieres, during the second their knickers. Then they would dance naked to the third one.

This woman would always start her act dancing to "All Our Dreams Are Coming True" from Gene Page's album "Hot City". She would remove her (always white) bra, with one swift manoeuvre, at the transition starting 59 seconds into "All Our Dreams....", revealing her lovely breasts. He beautiful tits had just enough sag to say that she was a woman, not a girl. I would have put her age as late twenties.

Normally I would visit the Carnival Club in the evenings or at the weekend. However, one weekday I was free and stopped in during the afternoon. The front row of seats was occupied. There were a few guys in the second row, but behind them the theatre was empty.

So, I sat in the third row, in the knowledge that if I masturbated, there would be little chance of being caught. I had arrived horney, and during each act I caressed my growing phallus through my pants.

When the curtains opened, and "All Our Dreams..." began and my siren appeared on stage, I was already firm. I unzipped, liberated my cock and began to gently wank, delighting at the sight of one of my favourite strippers seductively dancing in her white underwear. This was a rare and special pleasure.

One minute in as the song transitioned and her creamy breasts came into view I felt the lovely throbbing of my sexual climax. After the last spurt I slipped my cock back inside my zipper and basked in the afterglow for the next several minutes as my siren showed off her delightful body.

When she was through, I slipped into the loo and sponged off the remaining drops of jism on my trousers. I returned and sat in the second row, satisfied and relaxed as I watched several more ladies perform.

Those were the days.