Post by goldenmyst on Mar 11, 2019 16:28:14 GMT -6
The Foxtrot Élan of Pole Dancers
I stand before the looking glass in my spandex. “You know I’m not really lesbian. I just haven’t met a guy I’m attracted to. One day I’ll find a man who turns me on. I may be a little bit lesbian” I say.
“That’s like being a little bit pregnant.”
“Why are leotards the dress code for today?”
“You look smashing in them and so do I.”
“Well, there will be sweat spots after our hike.”
“Well, those spots are the sign of a healthy body. You need to evaporate.”
We set off on a pilgrimage with a ferry ride to Chebeague Island. There we wander the deserted country lanes through the fogbound forests.
Finally, we reach the golf course on the rocky shore. Julie has a surprise for me. “Sandy, look at those flags, two poles side by side. They are just perfect for what I have in mind for us. It is off season so no one will see us. You told me how much you love pole dancing in the gym. Just imagine how thrilling it would be out here in the open.”
“Oh my God! This is why you had us dress in
our tights. What if we get stains? How will we explain that to the passengers on the ferry?”
“Just sweat my darling, Sandy. No frets. No one will suspect anything.”
“Julie, it is a windy day and the pole and cable will be vibrating like crazy. I am embarrassed to admit but I may get turned on.”
“Go with the flow, Sandy. If you get a little tingly that perk is to be welcomed.”
“The thought of pole dancing in the great outdoors sends quivers down my spine. But watching you join me in public is like opening a limited edition copy of my favorite book.”
We climb the rattling rods pointed at the sky. The metal sings into my maidenhead like an opera shaking me into the beauty of desire. Julie orbits with her legs rose to honor the flag in her own special way. I too salute Old Glory with my feet pointed upward and my squeal is my anthem.
Julie says, “Sandy, you are in fine form. Scream for the love of our country.” My derriere is aimed at Julie’s eyes to arouse her into her own rocket’s red glare. With my legs spread uplifted I feel light as a bird on the wing. The star spangled banner waves like an invitation for me to explore this new avenue for the love of my land.
Suddenly a gust of wind jiggles the steel on my flesh leaving me with no choice but to expand into circles of love and light. The gyrations of Julie’s hips are like a repeat of a lovemaking scene in a movie yet each ripple of womanly muscle is unique and new. We yoyo like erotic spiders hanging from our threads. My web is spun into a lacework of pleasure more potent than steely masculinity.
My bullion bursts out from between my legs like a fortune priceless on the stock exchanges of the world. Simultaneously we slip down the poles and collapse onto the concrete. We pant in a celebration of the dream which has come into being for us. Julie says, “Did you say the pledge of allegiance to the flag back there, Sandy?”
“That flag had me seeing more stars than the ones sewn in. But hey, this aerobics tore my leotards and in the worst possible place right around my Venus-plats.”
“Show yourself proudly. They can’t throw you overboard.”
Then we dreamily hold hands on our run to
catch the last ferry of the day back to Portland. We reach the ferry landing only to see the ferry headed to Portland. I exclaim, “Oh my Lord!”
Julie says, “You always did catastrophize. There are plenty of houses out here closed up since the winter. We’ll just be guests in one of them.”
“You mean we’ll break into someone’s house?”
“There you go again. We’ll tidy up before we leave tomorrow. No one will ever know except us.”
“Ok but let’s not eat their food. That would be a dead giveaway.”
“We’ll make their bed in the morning.”
“How will we get in without breaking the lock?”
“I’ve cased a place. The owner leaves a key under the doormat. No sweat my darling.”
We enter the house and I window shop the pantry. “Oh my, they left crackerjack here. Do you think they’d notice one bag missing?”
“I don’t know but you better check the expiration date to see if it is still fresh.”
“How could a mere lapse of time come between me and my favorite food?” I dig into the caramel popcorn like it is the last food before a nor’easter.
“Hey save some for me” Julie intones.
I say, “I’m such a greedy girl.”
“Feel free to eat anything you want. Just save some for me. I can make it look like squirrels ate the food. My teeth were made for gnawing.”
“Does this house have cable TV?”
“It has satellite with plenty of movie channels.”
“My salvation from TV cold turkey has been found. But my gay denial needs a remedy.”
Julie says, “Honey if I wear costume mustache and beard along with a short hair wig, will that make me your dreamboat?”
“The beard burn of making out with you in that get up would give me the willies. If I ever talk about meeting the right man again put me to bed without supper.”
“No, I’ll just take away your TV privileges for a week. That is my toughest love.” My irrepressible pout is a prize that the game show host cannot resist revealing before the contest.
“You’ve cured me. I’m a ladies woman,” is my promise. Julie frowns. “With you the only lady I could ever need or want,” Julie smiles.
“Now that’s my girl,” Julie says. She kisses me from a frog into a princess.
I stand before the looking glass in my spandex. “You know I’m not really lesbian. I just haven’t met a guy I’m attracted to. One day I’ll find a man who turns me on. I may be a little bit lesbian” I say.
“That’s like being a little bit pregnant.”
“Why are leotards the dress code for today?”
“You look smashing in them and so do I.”
“Well, there will be sweat spots after our hike.”
“Well, those spots are the sign of a healthy body. You need to evaporate.”
We set off on a pilgrimage with a ferry ride to Chebeague Island. There we wander the deserted country lanes through the fogbound forests.
Finally, we reach the golf course on the rocky shore. Julie has a surprise for me. “Sandy, look at those flags, two poles side by side. They are just perfect for what I have in mind for us. It is off season so no one will see us. You told me how much you love pole dancing in the gym. Just imagine how thrilling it would be out here in the open.”
“Oh my God! This is why you had us dress in
our tights. What if we get stains? How will we explain that to the passengers on the ferry?”
“Just sweat my darling, Sandy. No frets. No one will suspect anything.”
“Julie, it is a windy day and the pole and cable will be vibrating like crazy. I am embarrassed to admit but I may get turned on.”
“Go with the flow, Sandy. If you get a little tingly that perk is to be welcomed.”
“The thought of pole dancing in the great outdoors sends quivers down my spine. But watching you join me in public is like opening a limited edition copy of my favorite book.”
We climb the rattling rods pointed at the sky. The metal sings into my maidenhead like an opera shaking me into the beauty of desire. Julie orbits with her legs rose to honor the flag in her own special way. I too salute Old Glory with my feet pointed upward and my squeal is my anthem.
Julie says, “Sandy, you are in fine form. Scream for the love of our country.” My derriere is aimed at Julie’s eyes to arouse her into her own rocket’s red glare. With my legs spread uplifted I feel light as a bird on the wing. The star spangled banner waves like an invitation for me to explore this new avenue for the love of my land.
Suddenly a gust of wind jiggles the steel on my flesh leaving me with no choice but to expand into circles of love and light. The gyrations of Julie’s hips are like a repeat of a lovemaking scene in a movie yet each ripple of womanly muscle is unique and new. We yoyo like erotic spiders hanging from our threads. My web is spun into a lacework of pleasure more potent than steely masculinity.
My bullion bursts out from between my legs like a fortune priceless on the stock exchanges of the world. Simultaneously we slip down the poles and collapse onto the concrete. We pant in a celebration of the dream which has come into being for us. Julie says, “Did you say the pledge of allegiance to the flag back there, Sandy?”
“That flag had me seeing more stars than the ones sewn in. But hey, this aerobics tore my leotards and in the worst possible place right around my Venus-plats.”
“Show yourself proudly. They can’t throw you overboard.”
Then we dreamily hold hands on our run to
catch the last ferry of the day back to Portland. We reach the ferry landing only to see the ferry headed to Portland. I exclaim, “Oh my Lord!”
Julie says, “You always did catastrophize. There are plenty of houses out here closed up since the winter. We’ll just be guests in one of them.”
“You mean we’ll break into someone’s house?”
“There you go again. We’ll tidy up before we leave tomorrow. No one will ever know except us.”
“Ok but let’s not eat their food. That would be a dead giveaway.”
“We’ll make their bed in the morning.”
“How will we get in without breaking the lock?”
“I’ve cased a place. The owner leaves a key under the doormat. No sweat my darling.”
We enter the house and I window shop the pantry. “Oh my, they left crackerjack here. Do you think they’d notice one bag missing?”
“I don’t know but you better check the expiration date to see if it is still fresh.”
“How could a mere lapse of time come between me and my favorite food?” I dig into the caramel popcorn like it is the last food before a nor’easter.
“Hey save some for me” Julie intones.
I say, “I’m such a greedy girl.”
“Feel free to eat anything you want. Just save some for me. I can make it look like squirrels ate the food. My teeth were made for gnawing.”
“Does this house have cable TV?”
“It has satellite with plenty of movie channels.”
“My salvation from TV cold turkey has been found. But my gay denial needs a remedy.”
Julie says, “Honey if I wear costume mustache and beard along with a short hair wig, will that make me your dreamboat?”
“The beard burn of making out with you in that get up would give me the willies. If I ever talk about meeting the right man again put me to bed without supper.”
“No, I’ll just take away your TV privileges for a week. That is my toughest love.” My irrepressible pout is a prize that the game show host cannot resist revealing before the contest.
“You’ve cured me. I’m a ladies woman,” is my promise. Julie frowns. “With you the only lady I could ever need or want,” Julie smiles.
“Now that’s my girl,” Julie says. She kisses me from a frog into a princess.
