Daughter Lap Dancer

Fbailey story number 259


Daughter Lap Dancer


Let me start out by telling you about my wife Skyler. She likes to be called Sky. Her parents were hippies back in the late sixties and the early seventies. She could have been called Moon, Flower, Wind, or River for that matter.

When I first met Sky she was an exotic dancer at a very nice bar in upstate New York. She was the headliner. She could do things with her body that no other girl on stage could, plus she could actually dance. Sky had taken dance lessons since she was born. She took ballet, jazz, and even ballroom dancing. She could stand in the center of the stage in six-inch high heels and put one foot straight up in the air over her head. She used to take a dollar bill from a guy, crease it down the center, and place it on the very edge of the stage with some of it hanging over the edge. Then she would dance for a while, lean over backwards putting her head down below the height of the stage, and then she would pick up that dollar bill in her teeth and come back up to a standing position and continue dancing. During one performance she danced the limbo under a one-foot high stick. I’m telling you that Sky was the most incredible dancer that I had ever seen.

Even now at the age of thirty-eight with a fourteen-year-old daughter she impresses me. I hit forty this year and I feel old but she sure keeps me feeling young. The sex is great and she teases me all of the time. I even get calls at work that are ‘phone sex’ in the middle of the day. She will tease me with thoughts of making love in a phone booth and then follow through with it.

Her body is still a work of art and our daughter Stormy is following in her footsteps. Stormy is very pretty, just growing into her body, and becoming quite womanly. She too has taken dance classes almost since birth.

Whenever we are alone and Sky wants to spend a little too much money she offers me a ‘lap dance’ to compensate me for the purchase.

These ‘lap dances’ usually take place in the kitchen because of the smaller harder straight back chairs. I am stripped naked by my wife, my hands are placed behind my back, and then I get handcuffed with a pair of fur-lined cuffs that don’t even have a key. That way when I have had enough teasing I can just flip a lever and get out of them to grab and molest the dancer.

She usually puts in the soundtrack to ‘Animal House’ because the music is just what she likes to dance too. The beat is fast and she can really ‘get down’ as they say.

Once I am secure in my chair in the middle of the floor my wife dances and strips taking her time as she does. I get an occasional kiss, rub on my legs, and sometimes a breast brushed across my cheek.