Sweat Extacy

It was August in New Orleans. Hotter than $700 and as humid as it can get. I had been walking in the French Quarter all afternoon, taking in the usual sights that any out of towner would show an interest in. The heat and humidity was getting to me so I ducked into a bar on Burbon Street thinking I'd get cooled down in some air conditioned place and have a beer or two. I knew it was a strip bar before I walked in as I could see the girls through the front window, so I thought I would really enjoy my beer in this place.

I sat on a bench against the wall and watched a beautiful blonde in a white bikini and a pair of black framed glasses that looked like something a geeky throwback from the 60's would wear. There was only one other customer in the joint and it looked like he was on his way out as my blonde dancer was finishing her set on the stage, so she came down onto the floor to be and started to swing her hips in front of me, while turning around giving me a great view of her shapley ass.

As she completed her "rotation" she reaached behind her back and unfastened her top and unleashed the most perfect set of tits I had ever laid my eyes on! These babies were too perfect and I knew right away that they were enhanced with implants, but these tits stood straight out like artillery shells with dark brown nipples like pencil erasers and aureolas as big as golf balls. Now, I'm an ass man, myself, but these tits were getting me hard just looking at them.

I tucked a ten spot in her bikini bottom which she instantly took off, revealing a sexy little g-string. She turned around again and by now, I could have cut diamonds with my cock, it was so hard! She told me her name, but I didn't hear her I was so mesmerized by her bare ass and bullet tits. Then she asked if I would like a $20 massage. There was no way I was going to refuse any contact with this goddess for almost any amount. We went to the back of the bar and into a small room with a massage table covered with a white sheet.