A Shared Lap Dance …

Not two feet away, a beautiful woman, nearly naked, was grinding her bum on my fully clothed boyfriend’s cock. I had no doubt it was hard, and no doubt she’d be able to feel it. But the only thing I felt was hot; incredibly hot.
I’d enjoyed the evening so far, but this was something else. My nipples were so hard they were aching and the feeling between my legs was intense. Watching this was making me horny as hell. I found myself wishing he could fuck her, while I watched every stroke.
The track ended, and Celine slowly stood up. Turning, she leaned forward and gave Marcus a brief kiss on the cheek. As the next track began, she turned towards me. Still in time with the music, she stood in front of me and bent to give me a quick peck on the cheek as well. She turned around and bent away from me, her bum above my legs this time.
Showing great flexibility, she put her hands between her legs and opened my knees. Swiftly stepping back between them, her bum was now close to me, swaying sensually. Reaching back either side of her, she gestured for my hands, and taking them, placed them either side of her waistband. She started pushing it, and I pulled gently as she wriggled her hips. I knew what I’d been invited to do.
I slowly slipped her briefs from her hips and over her bum. She opened her legs slightly and they continued, finally peeling away from her sex and dropping to her ankles. I was sitting there, with a naked woman bent over in front of me. Close enough to take in every detail.
I stared as she continued swaying; hypnotised. She moved forward slightly and closed my legs again and repeated what she had done with Marcus. Sitting astride my legs, she slowly slid up my legs towards my hips.
But this time, it was different. I only realised it as my dress rode up with her movement. First, my stocking tops were exposed, then my thighs, until her bum pushed into me. She lowered her hands and I gasped as they briefly brushed against my naked skin.
I looked across at Marcus. His face was a mixture of amusement and lust. I knew that look; it was often a prelude to him fucking me senseless. She rose, very slowly, and stepped forward. Again, reaching back and spreading my legs. I looked down. My dress was rucked around my waist. My stocking-tops and naked thighs exposed; my knickers visible. She turned around and deliberately looked between my legs. I did nothing to prevent her. I was enjoying it; taking in her nakedness at the same time.
She moved her hand between her legs and started to play with herself. I hadn’t expected that. But I wasn’t complaining. I wished I could do the same. Her eyes didn’t stray from my covered pussy while she played with herself. I slid forward on the couch, moving my bum nearer to the edge, so she could get a better view. My underwear tonight was sheer. She could see right through it; see how wet I was.
Turning away from me again, she backed towards me. To my surprise, she lowered herself onto the small area of the couch still available between my legs. Her bum came into contact with my bare thighs. Oh, God. She rubbed her bum between them. She did it gently, so my clit was between her cheeks, and not being rubbed. She took my right hand and placed it on her breasts. Taking my left hand, she laid it on her thigh. She gradually leaned backwards, pressing against me. Pushing me onto the couch, her weight pressing on me.
She pushed her bum into my groin more firmly and started to grind, her flesh now rubbing over my clit. I was stroking her breast and her thigh; almost daring myself to move my hand between her legs. I so wanted to, but something held me back. I have no idea how long she did this, but eventually, she lifted herself off me. I noticed moisture on her bum and realised it must have been mine. She turned around, and leaning over me, gave me a long, deep kiss on the mouth.
Returning to the podium in front of us, she laid on her back. I knew what she was going to do. She spread her legs and began to play with herself again. Marcus’s hand rested on my bare thigh, and I put an arm around his shoulder. We didn’t move as we watched Celine bring herself to orgasm in front of us. It wasn’t faked either; a woman can fool a man, but not another woman.
After she finished, we sat there, both horny as hell and not able to do a thing about it. After a minute or two, Celine sat up, smiling.
“Wow, Celine,” I said. “That was … well, mind-blowing.”
She smiled. “I don’t normally go quite so far, to be honest. But I enjoyed it, too. We don’t get many female customers, you see.”
“Ah, gay?”
“Bi, and a sexy woman always turns me on.”
I turned to Marcus. “Well, darling. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time to go. It’s all Celine’s fault. She’s made me horny as fuck. How about you?”
Before he had time to answer, I grabbed his crotch; rock hard.
“Yup. I see it worked for you too.”
Celine laughed. “That’s why I’m here.”
We excused ourselves, leaving Celine to get dressed, but with double the fee she had asked. She had been damned good. As we left the club, the bouncer outside asked if we’d had a good evening.
“Yes, thanks,” I answered, before Marcus had the chance. “But it’s going to get even better when we got back to the hotel.”