Pole Dancing For Girls
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My arms were killing me. So was my stomach. In fact, most of my body hurt. Not surprising really. I was hanging off a pole, my legs raised, and my whole weight hanging from my arms. But there were only a few seconds left in the routine, and I was determined to finish. The music reached its crescendo, and I held my legs high in the air. As the last chord faded away, I lowered my legs to the ground and stood up. The class erupted in applause.
I bowed, and then smiled self-consciously. It was odd for me to be accepting applause, and I was not entirely comfortable with it. But I did think I deserved it. Two months ago, I would not have been able to do a fraction of this. “Well done Helen,” said Jenny, “that was a great routine.” I resisted the urge to say it was nothing. She seemed genuine, and she seemed really pleased for me. Jenny was the teacher, so it was gratifying to receive her praise.
As I drove home, I thought about how I had got to this point. I had been talking to Georgia, my wife. We had married as soon as it was legal, though we had been together for 10 years before that. Her birthday was coming up, and it was a big one. She was turning fifty. I wanted to do something special for her. Partly because it was a special birthday, but also, I felt we could do with a bit of a kick in the pants.
We were still fine together, entirely comfortable, but perhaps too comfortable. We knew each other well. I still loved her, and I was sure she still loved me, but I felt we had got a little stale. For the last few years, things had got a bit routine. Not bad, just a little ho-hum. And, to be honest, I wanted more passion. We still had sex, but not that often, and not that exciting. Of course, it was still nice, but there was not the excitement that there used to be.
I had been talking to Lisa. I told her about Georgia’s upcoming fiftieth, and how I wanted to do something special for her. I had known Lisa for a few years. We weren’t bosom buddies, but we were friends, and I felt I could trust her. Over a couple of wines, I told her how I was feeling. She nodded. “I know exactly what you mean,” she said. “And I know exactly what you should do about it.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Tricia and I had exactly the same issue a couple of years back. So I did something about it.”
“What, what, tell me.”
“I did a pole dance class,” she said. “And I got a pole for the house, and I did a special dance for Tricia. Then I taught her some moves, and we still perform for each other every so often. And I think you might be able to guess what happens at the end of the performances.”
“A pole, in your own house?”
“Yes, you can get removable ones. You put them up when you want, and put them away again when you're not using them. No one has to know anything about it.”
My mind was racing already. It seemed like the perfect answer. I knew I was getting unfit. This would help me get my strength back, and also put a spark back into my marriage.
Today had been the last class. I had told Georgia that I was going to do something special for her, and that I was going to need to be out regularly for a while. She was intrigued, and quite happy for me to do it. It was adding a little spark for us already.
The class was on Wednesday, and the performance was on Saturday. By good fortune, Georgia's birthday was on the Saturday. And I was going to give her a special show.
Saturday arrived. Tricia taken Georgia out for the afternoon, so we could set up the pole in the house. We had bought it several weeks ago, and had set it up in Lisa's house, so we could try it. It worked perfectly. Tricia’s partner, Anne, helped us set up, and we had also invited Amanda and Paula. It was part of pushing up the tension. I was going to perform for an audience!
Tricia returned with Georgia at five o’clock, as agreed. They came through the back door, into the kitchen. We had set up the pole in the lounge, and we didn't want Georgia to see it yet. We would have a drink in the kitchen, and then adjourn for the show!
I was dressed smartly, but quite conservatively. I wore a nice dress, showing a little cleavage, but not too much. My shoes were higher than usual, but then I didn't normally wear heels at all. When Georgia came in, we all applauded. I had champagne flutes lined up on the bench. Georgia hugged and kissed me, and then hugged and kissed the other girls. I opened the champagne, and poured a glass each. We all raised our glasses and toasted Georgia. Her eyes were a little moist as she looked at me. “Thank you darling,” she said, “this is wonderful.”
“You're welcome sweetheart,” I said, “but this isn't the present. This is just the warm-up.”
Georgia’s eyes widened. “I can hardly wait,” she said.
We sipped our drinks and chatted, then I excused myself. I went to our bedroom and changed into my performance outfit. I knew Lisa would refresh the drinks, and then take everyone into the lounge.
I stayed just out of sight as the others went into the lounge. I was looking forward to Georgia’s reaction, and it didn't disappoint. There was a sharp intake of breath, and then she said, “What is that?”
Lisa said, “It feels like stating the obvious, but it's a pole.”
“And what is it doing in my lounge?”
“It's there for a performance,” replied Lisa. “That is the stage, we are the audience, and guess who the performer is?”
There was a silence. Then Georgia said, “Seriously, Helen is going to do a pole dance for me, for us?”
I could hear people taking their seats. There was a bit of shuffling around, and then Lisa’s voice, “And now…, ladies and other ladies, we present, for your excitement and amazement, the fabulous Helen Pole-Hugger.” The music started, and that was my cue. I took a deep breath and walked into the room.
The lights were down, apart from a spotlight we had rigged up to shine on the pole. I was wearing a tight, low cut t-shirt, and snug satin leggings, both in brigh t red. The clothes clung to my body, showing off my curves.
Everyone turned around as I entered the room. I walked slowly and sexily, exaggerating the swing of my hips. The chairs were arranged in a row facing the pole. Georgia was in the middle, the position of honor. I strode up and down the chairs a couple of times, and then leaned in to kiss Georgia on the lips. She smiled. She looked a little nervous, but also excited. Exactly how I was feeling.
I went to the pole, put one hand on it, and slowly swung around. I had planned the routine, and I was familiar with it, but it was very different performing for an audience. But as I got going and the music played, I felt myself relaxing into it. I swung round the pole and did my first leg raise. It went perfectly.
I felt in control as I lowered my legs to the ground again. Looking at my audience, I saw everyone watching avidly. Georgia was now more excited than worried. I was starting to get turned on. I leaned low on the pole, showing off my cleavage for her. The moves were designed to shake my boobs, drawing attention to them. I'm rather well-endowed so there was a lot to draw attention to.
The first song finished and there was wild applause. Georgia clapped enthusiastically, and looked eagerly into my eyes. Then the music started for the second song. I swung once round the pole, and then with my back to the audience, I undid my top. There were special catches to allow it to come off easily. Once off, I swung it around in my hand and then tossed it aside.
I had planned the routine with Lisa, mixing a strip with a pole dance. I swung around the pole again, so I faced the audience. I had chosen my bra carefully, knowing it would be on display. It was dark red, solid, as it needed to be to support my boobs. But it was also low cut, a lot of cleavage on display. It wasn't see-through, but I was getting very turned on, and I knew that my nipples were showing through the fabric.
I shook my boobs again, looking at the audience. It was a massive turn on to know that all these women were staring at my tits. I started the next routine. The performance was actually easier than a standard pole dance, because I was getting a couple of breaks.
Once again, I faced away from the audience, undid the catches, and whipped off my leggings. I was in tight fitting shorts. I had a G-string on underneath them, but I wasn't game to be in front of the audience like that, so the shorts were a compromise. But I fully expected that the G-string would be displayed for Georgia later!
I leaned over the pole, facing away, wriggling my butt at the audience. I felt so hot, knowing I was displaying myself for five other women. I went into my last move, my legs open, holding my weight on my hands as I pulled up and down, blatantly rubbing my pussy on the pole.
There was an electric atmosphere in the room. As the music finished, I stood to the side, one hand on the pole, the other hand out, and waited for applause. I wasn't disappointed. The girls whooped and screamed and clapped. I felt fabulous.
Georgia was clapping and hollering as loud as any of them. I took a bow, but the applause continued, and I had to take another two bows before it slowed down.
Georgia came up and gave me a big hug and a kiss. “What a fabulous present,” she said.
“But that's only the first half of the present,” I said. The other girls laughed and squealed.
“And that's our cue to leave,” announced Lisa. She hugged and kissed me and Georgia, and the other girls did the same. I watched as the two couples left, both hand and hand, and I thought I had a very good idea what was going to happen as soon as they got home!
Georgia came and hugged me again. “Well, that was a spectacular present,” she said, “and if that was the first half, I can't wait to see what the second half is.”
I kissed her hard on the lips. “The second part of the present is me,” I said. “I am yours to command. This is your day, and whatever you want, I will do.”
Georgia looked me in the eyes. “That's a very provocative offer,” she said, “I could make you do all sorts of naughty things.”
“You could indeed,” I said, “in fact I’m rather hoping you do.”
“Well, since you’ve asked for it…”
Georgia took my hand and led me to the pole. She raised my hands and set them on it. “Now, imagine you're stuck there,” she said. “Your hands are glued to the pole, and you can't take them off, no matter what I do.”
“Oh, that sounds ominous.”
“Ominous is exactly the right word.”
She went round behind me and began fondling my ass. “I was wondering if there was anything underneath those shorts,” she said.
“Well, you'll just have to find out, won't you,” I replied.
“That I will.” She slowly started pulling the shorts down, revealing more and more of my butt. When the shorts were down to my thighs, she fondled my ass, now almost naked, apart from the thin thread of the G-string. Georgia pulled the shorts right down to my feet, and I stepped out of them.
She came around to my front. “Move your hips to the side,” she said. I moved sideways, keeping my hands on the pole as she had instructed. I had no need to ask why she wanted me to move. She was staring at my pussy. The G-string barely covered me, and I knew some curls of hair were peeping out the sides.
“You are a very sexy woman, Helen Pole-Hugger,” she said.
“Thank you, mistress,” I replied.
“But you're going to discover there are consequences to teasing your mistress.”
“I certainly hope so.”
Georgia came in to kiss me, a lingering touch of her lips on mine. I felt her tongue touch my lips. I let her take the lead, exploring my mouth. Then I responded, the tips of our tongues touching, and we kissed long and passionately.
When Georgia moved back, she was breathing heavily. I knew this because I was staring at her breasts. She was dressed in a lovely green gown, lots of cleavage on display. Her boobs were smaller than mine, but they turned me on immensely.
Georgia reached out her hand, and began to stroke the upper slopes of my breasts with her fingertips. “That was quite cruel of you,” she said, “flaunting those gorgeous boobs at me, and me not able to touch them because there were other people around.”
“All part of the fun,” I said.
“But now we're alone, and you're going to pay the price.” She walked around behind me again, and unhooked my bra. I kept my hands up on the pole. Georgia came round the front. “You may let go of the pole briefly.” I lowered my hands and she took the bra off my arms. “Back again.” I did as instructed.
“Press yourself against the pole.” I had my face to one side, but the pole sat perfectly between my boobs. Georgia pressed from the side, and my breasts met over the far side of the pole. “I was wondering about that,” she said.
Then she took hold of my nipples, gently squeezing and stroking. She pulled them towards her, stretching them out, then letting go so they pinged back again. I was getting massively turned on as she fondled me.
Georgia leaned down to kiss my breast. She slowly made her way down to my nipple and took it into her mouth. She sucked gently, tonguing the tip as she stretched it in her mouth. I moaned softly as she worked my boobs, my desire mounting all the time.
She stepped back and looked at me again. “Lean back and push your hips forward,” she said. I took a good grip and did as she said. The effect was immediate. I couldn’t help gasping, as the pole pressed hard against my pussy. “Rub up and down.” I did as commanded. The gasping continued. If I kept this up much longer, I was going to come!
“All right, stand up.” I straightened up, still holding the pole, not sure whether to be disappointed that I had missed my orgasm, or pleased that the teasing was going to last longer.
Georgia unzipped her dress and slipped it off her shoulders. I watched eagerly as it dropped down her body, revealing her bra and panties. She had worn underwear appropriate to the occasion! She was in a G-string, like me. I could see her dark bush through the thin fabric. Her bra was also see-through, showing both the shape and color of her nipples.
When I met her eyes again, she had a smirk. “You were staring at my boobs.”
“I was,” I agreed.
“Do they turn you on?”
“Do you want to touch them?”
“Are you a good girl?”
“No, I’m a very bad girl.”
She laughed. “I certainly hope so.”
Georgia unhooked her bra and let it fall away. She covered herself with her hands for a few seconds, teasing me, then she revealed herself. I licked my lips as I stared at her gorgeous breasts. They were full and firm, with prominent pink nipples standing out proudly.
She came to stand in front of me. She cupped her hands over my breasts, fondling and caressing, squeezing my already hard nipples. “This is what you have got yourself into. You gave yourself into my command. So I can fondle your boobs any time I want, and you can’t touch mine until I say so.”
“You’re a torturer,” I said with a pout.
“Oh, I’m barely started yet.”
She caressed my breasts some more, then went round to fondle my ass. I could feel her nipples brushing on my back and I longed to get my hands on them.
Coming to the front again, Georgia smiled at my desperate look. “I suppose I’d better give you a little taste. You may suck my nipples.”
I immediately dropped my head to her breast and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking firmly. It was her turn to gasp. I licked and sucked eagerly, moving from one breast to the other. I even set my teeth on her nipple, squeezing carefully while I used my tongue on the tip. I knew the sense of danger turned her on.
Georgia stepped back, her breasts moving as she breathed hard. “You are indeed a bad girl,” she said. Looking down at my soaking panties, she continued, “and a horny one. I think someone in this room has a very wet pussy.”
Looking at her equally soaked panties, I said, “I think there are two wet pussies in this room.”
“Ah, but you forget that only one of us has the ability to check whenever she feels like it. And she feels like it now.”
Georgia came to crouch in front of me. She slowly rolled my panties down, until they reached my feet and I stepped out of them. “Mmmm, very nice,” she murmured, as she stared at my pussy. She ran one finger through my bush, curling the hair around her finger. I gripped tightly on the pole, trying to resist the teasing.
Eventually Georgia made her way to my pussy lips. She ran her finger up and down my soaking slit. I moaned as she grazed my clit at each turn. Then I moaned louder as she probed between my lips and her finger slid smoothly into my vagina.
After a leisurely feel in my pussy, Georgia stood up. “I was right,” she announced, “you do have a very wet pussy.”
“So do you.”
“You may think that, but you can’t check until I let you.”
I pouted again, and she laughed. “Well, I suppose another little taste wouldn’t hurt.” Georgia pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. I stared at her pussy, delicate lips peeking out of her thick bush.
“Lie down,” she said. “Pole between your legs, hands above your head.”
I did as instructed. It was a frustrating position. The pole pressed against my pussy, but I couldn’t quite get the angle for it to touch my clit. Georgia saw me wriggling and smiled. “Let me give you something to take your mind off it.”
She straddled me, her pussy inches from my face. I could smell her delicious scent, see the moisture glistening on her lips. I longed to lick her, but I waited for her command. “Good girl,” she said. “No hands, but you may lick my pussy.”
I didn’t need a second invitation. I buried my face in her pussy, licking and kissing and sucking. Her moaning and gasping encouraged me to more. I pushed my tongue into her vagina, penetrating her as far as I could. She pushed down so my head was on the ground, and all I could do was lie there as she rubbed her pussy all over my face.
Then she settled on my mouth again, and I eagerly began licking. I focused on her clit, sucking with my lips as I teased with my tongue. With a loud groan, she came, her juice flooding my face. I kept the pressure up until she stopped shuddering.
Georgia took her pussy off my face and replaced it with her mouth. We shared a deep tongue kiss, Georgia licking her own juice from my mouth. She stood up and said, “Wait there.”
When she returned, she had her hands behind her back and a very smug look on her face. She looked up and down my naked body, and I savored the lust in her eyes. Then she brought her hands to the front and my eyes widened in surprise. She was holding a strap-on dildo!
We had bought it when we were first together, and at that time it got a lot of use! But things had slowed down, and it hadn’t been out of the drawer for years.
Georgia looked sternly at me. “You are a naughty girl for teasing me so much, and you need to be punished. And the punishment for a girl who teases is that she gets fucked. And I am going to administer the fucking.”
“I am at your command,” I managed to stutter out. The pole dance idea was succeeding beyond my wildest dreams. We hadn’t been so horny and excited for ages. We used to play with one taking command and the other submitting, but it had faded. How had we let so much slip away?
“Stand up,” ordered Georgia. “Hold onto the pole and bend over.” I did as she said. Georgia fitted the strap-on and pulled it tight. It was amazing to see her strutting around with this big cock swinging between her legs. She waved the dildo at me. “Take a good look, because soon you won’t be able to see it. But you’ll be able to feel it. Oh yes, you’ll feel it all right.”
Georgia stood behind me and fondled my ass. She moved to my pussy and a finger slipped easily into my vagina. “What a gorgeous pussy,” she said. “A gorgeous, very wet pussy. A gorgeous, wet pussy, that needs a very thorough fucking.”
She removed her finger and I felt the head of the dildo nuzzle in between my lips. “Hold on tight,” she said, and I tightened my grip on the pole. Georgia tightened her grip on my hips and pushed forwards.
I moaned as the dildo slid into me. We hadn’t used it for a long time, and I was being stretched in a way that I wasn’t used to. But I was loving it. I was so wet that it slid in effortlessly. In no time at all I could feel Georgia’s hips pressed against my ass, and the whole length of the dildo was lodged in my pussy.
“Well, that was easy,” said Georgia.
“Yes, it was,” I panted.
She withdrew until the head was just at my entrance, and pushed home again. I got half a dozen long, slow thrusts, letting me get used to the feeling. “Seems to be going well,” said Georgia, “I think we might speed up a bit.”
She drew back as slowly as before, but then just stopped. The tension built as I waited for the next step. She kept teasing me, fondling my ass, but not entering me. I was intensely aware of the dildo poised just at my entrance. I felt her hands take hold of my hips again. There was another few seconds pause, then she thrust hard and the dildo shot up my pussy.
I squealed. So she did it again. Another squeal. Then I could only gasp for breath as she fucked me hard, the dildo rapidly thrusting in my vagina.
The advantage of a dildo over a penis is that they are designed for women. This one had a small flange at the base. It was perfectly placed so that it nudged my clit with each thrust. I knew that I couldn’t take much more of this.
And Georgia wasn’t going to stop.
I clung desperately to the pole as she vigorously fucked my pussy. Then the feeling overwhelmed me. My whole body shook with the force of my orgasm. My mind seemed to drift away and go to another place. I know it sounds like a cliché, but I really did see stars!
It took a while to get my breath back. When I recovered enough to look, I found Georgia staring at my heaving breasts. She had removed the strap-on, and was proudly naked. I looked up and down her body, and the lust surged in me once again.
“Wow, that was incredible,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
“It certainly looked spectacular. And I have to admit I rather enjoyed it as well.”
Georgia took me in her arms, and we held each other tight. I was overcome with love for her. A tear slipped down my cheek and she kissed it away. I knew we were at the start of a new phase in our relationship.
“Thank you for my present,” she whispered. “I can confidently say it’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”
“You’re so welcome. And I love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
We cuddled together for a long time, just enjoying the closeness. When I moved back to see her face, there was a wicked look in her eyes, which I’m sure was reflected in mine.
Georgia spoke first. “You know, it’s getting a little cool to be standing around naked. We could put some clothes on. But it would be nice and warm in bed.”
“I don’t really like the clothes idea.”
Georgia took my hand and began leading me to the bedroom. But when we got to the door I pulled away and went back. “What are you doing?” she asked.
I held up the strap-on. “You forgot something.”
Her eyes widened. I said “I think maybe we’ve got a little too subtle with each other. So I’m going to be bold. I want to put this on and fuck your brains out.”
Georgia took my hand and we almost ran to the bedroom.