At The Pole Club

Sitting in the coffee bar area watching is, I have to say, highly erotic. Most girls shave - that’s obvious, but some don’t and there can be a teasing little spider leg or two on display. Some girls have spent a lot of money on leotards or shorts and stops, while others seem to be using the PE kit they wore at school. This can be fun as it provides either a look at some panty-crotches, or (oh happy day) a nice, puffy, sweaty cunt. 

The etiquette is that a girl should wipe the pole she’s been working out on down, and this reminded me of the ropes at school. They were dark, almost black with use over the years, not so poles. All that can be on them is girl-sweat, and depending on what they’re wearing, vaginal secretions.

So as I sat there idly sipping coffee, I felt the familiar stirrings between my legs. 

I have absolutely no doubt whatsoever that I saw a girl cum on a pole this morning. She was going through a routine that seems, to my untrained eye, flawless in its transitions from one pose to another, but then, she seems to arch right back, her crotch pressed hard to the pole and that’s when I saw that ‘beautiful agony’ expression cross her face, the biting of her lower lip and some audible, “Huh….Huuuunnh…..Huuuunnnhhhh,’ sounds. Zero doubt. 

All you need is a clipboard and a pencil. In the locker room, four girls were showering and two were getting dressed while I stood in what amounts to my very own locker room, surrounded by warm, sweating female. Which brings me on to a ‘femaleism.’ 

When men work out, the sweat profusely. When women work out, we too sweat profusely, but we also get wet between our legs. Ask any girl who has just completed her first school cross country run! She’s easy to spot. She’s the one staring in horror into the crotch of the panties she’s going to be stuck with (and stuck into) for the rest of the day. From that day onwards, she will bring a separate pair of panties on PE day. 

I can describe the scent of sex in that room. I’d love to know how many girls finish themselves off in here, but there’s no way of knowing. My nose, however, tells me that some, at least, have ended their workout with a satisfying cum in here. 

One of my instructors is determined to help me understand this….er…what is it…sport? Hobby? By making me partake. She can shimmy up the full height of the pole and take an hour or so to reach the floor again stopping midway to hold herself out at 90 degrees to the pole. That takes some serious strength. 

But since I can’t do that, she makes me do stuff at my height or less….this also involves her being somewhat touchy-feely. Now, to answer your question, no….i really don’t know…..and anyway, she’s an employee and that’s a big no-no for me. 

Even so, being ‘accidentally’ felt up can be quite nice. Of course, I can give as good as I get, with equally ‘accidental’ slips on the pole and grabbing her for support. Take this morning, for example, I was sideways on, my legs wrapped around the pole, and her supporting my shoulders when….ooops….I slipped and how did my left hand happen to end up between her legs right in her crotch? I let myself untangle somewhat I gracefully into a heap on the floor and itched my nose with the back of the hand that had been between her legs and….mmmmmm happy days. 

It’s not one sided. She’s copped a feel of my tits more than once - hence me wondering which side her bread is buttered. 

Lastly, permit me to change direction. A sexy dream, based, for absolutely no reason I can think of, on a schoolgirl fantasy I adored when I was much younger. In the fantasy, I would be walking home through the woods (now my woods) when a man would grab me from behind, and expertly slip his hand under my kilt and under the waistband of my panties. In the dream last night, the exact same thing happened. I felt his powerful arm around my upper chest, his hand gripping my shoulder, and his other hand travelling down under the material of my panties. In the fantasy I used as a schoolgirl, I would resist and only ‘reluctantly’ allow him to make me cum into my panties, but last night, I stood, open-legged for him and reached around behind myself for his hardness. 

I dreamed of his hand this time under my shirt, cupping my tiny boobs and pinching my erect nipple while he rubbed my clit. At the same time, I wanked him off. 

Usually, as I say, the fantasy ends with him making me cum in my panties, but last night went further. I ‘fell’ on my knees in front of him, my panties around my things, and him kneeling behind me. I felt his cock against my virgin hole and knew….absolutely knew in that moment that being fucked here and now was all I desired. I sensed his reluctance. After all, I was clearly young, and all he wanted was a quick grope. Sadly, what he wanted was irrelevant. I found the tip of his cock and backed myself on it, feeling him stretch me and a Lance of white hot pain as he tore my hymen. Then I was pushing back against him, obscenity after obscenity leaving my lips. 

This time, it was when I felt him fill me with his cum that tore an immense orgasm from me. 

Strange, the things one fantasizes over.