A perfect Coffee Part 2

Envious, I had to acknowledge that the presented drama was incredibly erotic and also mehering on me not without a trace. I realized an ascending warmth between my thighs and struck my legs ashamed.

At that moment, the blonde herself took a sip from the whiskey bottle, bent down to the young man, and ran the whiskey from her mouth into his. Her hair fell like a veil and concealed this erotic spectacle like a curtain. But immediately she took her hair back and gave her audience the view again. The guy was so spellbound that he still stood as if the dancer had already stood up and danced again around the bar. He did not come back to him until she kicked him with her foot. Of this experience the type would probably still tell his grandchildren, I laughed into myself.

The dancer slowly moved with her lascivious movements back to the first pole, where in the meantime a burning, white block candle had been set up. Behind her, she drew a trace of alcohol over the counter.

Having arrived at the back pole, she picked up the candle and danced with her as if she were a serpent, whirling her long hair as if she were beating the air with a whip. To the beat of the music she suddenly jumped to the pole and turned around a few times. ‘God, what can make them move smoothly,’ I thought enviously, and seriously considered whether I should not perhaps take a course in pole dancing. Or at least in the Burlesquè.

The dancer bent her back and let a splash of wax flow over her breasts. While she was lolling around the poles, she always dripped hot wax over her body and let it run over her skin. Then she waved one of the men out of the group around the cream. Leaning before him, the candle gave him the candle, stroked her hair with an almost casual movement forward and stretched out to him with her spine pressed to her bumpy butt. He did not ask for long, and sketched her with the wax pattern on her back and butt. On the way he did that, I guessed he was her master. And with her transfigured smile you could see that she enjoyed it.

When the dancer’s back was covered with wax, the man put the candle back on the counter. The dancer stretched herself up smoothly and turned around the poles a few times more excitingly. Some of the wax spots did not match their movements and crumbled down. With a particularly swinging turn, she accidentally kicked the candle with one foot, igniting the whiskey on the throat.

Wow, what an effect! A whisper went through the crowds and my gaze went instinctively to Dieter, the sympathetic, snub-bearded security, which in the ‘North’ ensures the peace and security of the guests. The thing seemed to have been agreed with him, because he normally always intervenes in such matters. After a few seconds, the spectacle is over and the bar is flambéed.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the man of the dancer hand a large open champagne bottle. For a moment I thought I could see a flickering in her eyes and a brief derailment of her facial features. Was it fear? But only a moment later, she had resumed herself, and I was not sure if I’d figured it out. I pondered and drew my brow for a moment. “What does the guy want from her? Is the whole performance here a demonstration or rather a punishment? ‘

But I keep watching this exciting scenery. The dancer took the bottle and placed it in front of her. For a fraction of a second I thought I could recognize a hesitation in her movements, but immediately her movements were as supple as if nothing had happened.

Slowly and lasciviously, she turned her butt to the bewildered and breathless audience and pushed herself infinitely slowly her lace string from her hips and over her thighs. As she turned, she presented an accurate ‘Brazilian’. Normally, with the blanking, most of the lapdances are over, but the dancer made no effort to stop. Instead, she placed herself over the bottle wide-legged. Her left arm went up to the pole and her right hand down to her shame. She slowly began to massage her bead and watched the reactions of her audience.

 
Breathless silence dominated the room. As if every spectator held his breath. None of the guests had moved noticeably, but one felt as if everyone, as far as he could, was still a little closer to the action, in order not to miss a detail of the performance. I also noticed that I had changed my position and now supported myself on the table. Touched by myself embarrassed, I leaned back again. This show also had it in itself!

While she was stimulating her bead, she slowly slid down the pole until she remained with her shame just above the bottle neck. Surely she will not? Is it so late that you can send it? A moment later the dancer spread her labia and lowered herself over the bottle opening. Just a little down and then up again. Down again and again. Each time she took the bottle deeper and deeper. And was faster with every up and down. If she first observed her audience and began to admire her admiration and greed, this obviously became increasingly unimportant. More and more, she closed her eyes and laid her head in the neck.

While it was still a show in front of the audience, it developed more and more to an autoerotic demonstration. Meanwhile, I could even hear them moaning again and again. In her voluptuousness and lust she was so beautiful and exciting to look that even I could hardly turn her eyes from her.

Meanwhile, she rode the Magnumflasche correctly. Deep and energetic, she pushed herself the rejuvenated end ever deeper into her hot, wet grotto. I was impressed by how far the bottle in her disappeared. And how strong the bottle belly stretched them! She was already so stretched that her labia no longer closed and gave the seighing the view of her wet cave. And this on the counter of a metal bar! I knew that it was rougher and more direct than Mutti around the corner, but so what? Was this the right thing to do?

Irritated I threw another glance over to Dieter, but he stood unmoved at the door and talked with a guest. This dancer, who had been captivated by all this, did not seem to have any effect on the bumpy bouncer. Man, this was a burnt-out fellow! When all the other guests were fascinated watching the performance! My gaze wandered over the bar to the table with the men’s round.

Just at this moment, I looked amused laughing eyes and a mischievously grinning face. A few dark locks fell into the forehead of this striking face which did not let go. Hypnotized, I watched him shortly afterwards with a head movement in my direction from his people. Five pairs of eyes turned to me. For a moment, I lowered my eyes ashamed, just to stare at once again at this damn handsome guy. He stood up and took my direction.

I was hot and cold at the same time. Oh God, please do not! Had I gazed so conspicuously at him? But I just wanted to enjoy the hot show on the bar, which had been fair to me! My gaze flashed over to the blonde, who was probably riding up to the pole at the pole … and paused in confusion.

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The whole scene had disappeared! Not a dancer who enjoyed the pleasure of yielding to the audience’s greedy spectacles under the greedy eyes of her audience… No stifling spectators, who would get caught up in this exciting scene and the heated mood, and wanted to become the active part of the whole Was … simply wiped!

Instead, the boys still played table football on the podium and screeched at every goal. The bartenders were still bustling behind the bar, and the rest of the guests were still sunk in their muted conversation and conversation.

Where had she gone? The dancer, the magnum bottle, the fascinated spectators … just everything? Had I just imagined the whole thing? Was the whole scene only my own fantasy? Had my own longings, my own lust and lust played a trick?

This realization struck me like a slap in the face, leaving burning cheeks and a shameful heat between my thighs, where I felt now clearly the warmth of my own hand, which had not been traced down unnoticed. Ashamed and caught, I pulled her away as fast as if I had touched a hot stove.

But I had no time to sort out great, because with big eyes and hot face I watched, otherwise still motionless, how the guy came casually walked over to me. Oh God, what am I doing now?

At my table, he leaned on the plate and looked deeply into my eyes. Looking closely, he looked a bit older, but this was more attractive. “Well, Princess, so dreamy?” He laughed at me mockingly. I looked into fascinatingly intense green-brown eyes, in which I instantly lost myself. How hypnotized I stared at him like a rabbit, but I could not turn my eyes away. A weak “Hi” was the only reaction I was capable of.

He sat down to me, took my smartphone wordlessly and typed something. I was so stunned by his action that I was unable to react. Silently and motionless I let him go. Shortly after, his mobile phone vibrated. ‘Okay, now he has your number! “I’m not going to be able to do it,” he said.

“If you want to live out your secret fantasies, then call me!”, He grinned at me knowingly and put my smartphone back next to my smoother latte macchiato.

I shot the blood in my head, and I lowered my eyes with guilt. Was that so obvious? Oh God, hopefully no one had noticed that! ‘Damn it! I must keep myself under control in the public! ‘, I scolded myself.’ Otherwise, my lust will still run out of my face! ‘ And yet the thought of his tempting offer triggered such a violent stomach tingling that it almost bordered with stomach pain.

His eyes fixed on me again and held me captive. Amused smiling, he studied my facial expressions, which probably reflected my feelings and thoughts more than clearly. Damn, I’m so transparent!

I could see from his facial expressions that he knew what I was thinking. And that he knew I could not resist his offer with certainty. He had won. And he knew very well. After a felt eternity he pushed the chair backwards, got up and turned to go. “See you soon, Princess. I look forward to seeing you.”

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‘Everyone who dreams in days knows many things that escape those who know only the dream of the night.’ (Edgar Allan Poe)