Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

vacant chairs near one side of the wide stage situated against the wall facing the street. Chris led the way and when they reached the seats, he pulled Carrie down in his lap. She met his eyes with a lusty glance, because she immediately felt his erection against her thigh. Like back at the Lizard, her skirt rose higher when she sat down, and Chris let out a hot little sigh upon seeing her garters. “That’s so fucking hot, angel,” he whispered.

Sliding her arm around his neck and leaning close into him, Carrie began to watch the dancers, all of whom had already shed whatever else they might have come out in, firm breasts and pussies as bare as her own on display.

The girl nearest to them was a leggy blonde wearing nothing but a pair of sexy silver strappy heels, a white cowboy hat, and a shimmery silver-and-white beaded-and-fringed belt tied at her hips. The fringe hung partially down over her ass and cunt, which sported just a small tuft of hair above the slit; the pink flesh of her clit and pussy lips jutted from the center. The pretty girl ran her hands over her large, round breasts—they looked too firm to be natural, but were perfect and sexy, just the same. Her dark nipples were long and pointed.

The brunette in the center worked a pole. She sported lace thigh-high stockings and sexy black heels, along with black satin gloves that rose to her forearms. Other than that, only a large, sparkly necklace and bracelet adorned her. Her breasts were smaller, but high and firm, the nipples slightly upturned, and her ass curved smooth and round. Her pussy was clean-shaven, like Shay’s, with no hair at all, and as she danced, Carrie watched her stroke her gloved middle finger over her clit.

The last girl possessed a short platinum blonde cut and was dressed in black leather accoutrements that made Carrie think of her first encounter with Amy and Cole. Black leather boots with pointy heels rose to her thighs, a spiked collar circled her neck, and her pretty breasts jutted through a leather bra with no cups, but strung with rows of thin chains instead, one of which lay directly across her nipples as she teased the crowd in a slow sway. Her pussy gaped as she danced, giving a view of the pink folds inside. Carrie saw her stoop down, legs spread, giving them all a wide shot of her open cunt.

Watching the sexed-up girls gyrate and touch themselves immediately raised the temperature of Carrie’s pussy. She’d never paid much attention to how lush and soft a woman could be, but she wanted desperately to be that same sort of super-feminine sex toy for Chris now.

As the girls moved, they all glided their hands over their breasts, tweaking their nipples, or slid their fingers down between their legs to stroke themselves. Witnessing the slow, sensuous grind made Carrie feel as if her own pussy was being teased with those long, thin, female fingers.

The girl in the center held her silver pole in one hand, leaning back before lifting her body in smooth waves to writhe against it, letting the pole connect with her pretty cunt. Carrie wondered it what it felt like to be so exposed in front of so many people while wearing such sexual, sensual accessories, to apply that hard pressure against your clit while a roomful of lusty-eyed men hung on your every move.

Chris slid his fingers beneath her exposed garter, his touch so high on her thigh it made her surge with moisture. “What do you think?” he asked, motioning toward the stage.

“They’re very sexy.”

“Do you like watching them?”

“Very much,” she said, meeting his gaze.

“That’s hot, angel.”

She gave him an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue flirting with his as she reached to move his hand beyond the garter, higher up her inner thigh beneath her skirt.

“Mmm, baby, that’s hot, too.”

“Sounds like everything about me is hot tonight,” she whispered coyly. She closed her fingertips around his elbow, urging his hand just a little farther—until his fingers touched her bare mons.

“Ah, God, baby,” he said, his voice trembling, his teeth lightly clenched, “you are too damn exciting for me tonight. I wish I could fuck you right here, you bad little girl.”

He stroked her lightly as they continued to watch the nude girls on stage grind and swivel to the music blaring through the room. A soft breeze made its way through the open windows behind where the strippers moved.

Carrie didn’t thrust against his hand, but she parted her thighs slightly, letting him sink his fingers into her wet slit. Even when a waitress arrived to take their drink orders, Chris didn’t withdraw his touch, calmly raking one finger through her split pussy lips as he asked for a beer. Looking up at the waitress, a shapely young woman in super-tight red hot pants and a red lace bra, Carrie tried to keep her voice even as she said, “I’ll have a sea breeze.”

She could have sworn she saw the waitress’s gaze drop to her crotch for a brief second before moving onto Shay, who said, “A sex on the beach for me, sweetheart.”

The slow torture of his touch continued as the girls danced on, and as their drinks came, Carrie’s pussy was getting wetter and hotter, more and more swollen with each passing minute.

“Tell me which one you like best,” she said, wanting to know exactly what got him off.

“Tough choice,” he said. “All of them are almost as gorgeous as you.”

She tore her gaze from the sexy strippers to smile into his eyes. “Okay, let me put it another way. If you were going to be stranded on a desert island with one of these women, which one would it be?”

He grinned down at her. “I can’t have you?”

She shook her head, flashing a wicked look.

She watched as Chris turned his eyes back on the stage. “I guess I’d go for the girl