Forbidden Friends

When my mates took me to see a strip show for my birthday, I recognised the woman as a lifelong family friend.

I was twenty years of age and I'd never seen a stripper. I saw a lot more than I could've expected when she invited six of us to go home with her.

A short erotica story of almost 4000 words

Extract:

Somehow I missed the sign outside, so I thought it was just a normal midweek pub night. The guys ushered me to a table.

It wasn’t long before I noticed a woman moving around the place, approaching groups of friends and people standing alone. She shook a pint mug half full of rattling change; that noise first drew my attention. From behind, her stocking tops and lacy lingerie were visible through her barely-there sheer short dress.

The fellas had remembered the time I let it slip that I hadn’t ever seen a stripper, and they thought threat me. They laughed and commented when they saw I’d sussed the type of entertainment offered there.

Oh well, we had drinks on the table.

When I glanced over at her again, she turned around in readiness to approach our table without noticing my eyes fixed on her.

She had an incredible hourglass figure. Plus, impossible-to-ignore magnificent baps, and I had to force myself not to stare at them....