Time Is Weird

She was over top of me, with her giant tits in my face. I was looking up, and through the middle gap between her tits, I looked into her eyes, and bit my lower lip.

“Stop trying to seduce me,” she said.

“Huh?”

“Stop trying to seduce me,” She repeated.

I checked my hands, and they were still on my thighs. I hadn’t tried to kiss her tits, or smell her hair—I hadn’t touched her.

“Seducing you . . . ? I am pretty sure that’s what you’re doing to me. No?”

“It won’t work.”

“I am not doing anything.” I looked at her, puzzled.

She kept dancing.

“Seriously, stop that.” She turned around and put her huge ass on my lap and started to grind. I could smell her pussy.

“Oh, do you mean looking into your eyes is seducing you?”

She ignored me.

“I haven’t seen you here before, you aren’t a local, are you?”

She turned back around, her tits inches from my lips. I resisted the urge to nibble on them.

I said, “I am from here. I just don’t come here that often. It’s been like five years since the last time. “

“Not your thing?”

“Not really.”

“How come?” She turned back around and elevated one leg up above my right shoulder and shook her ass.

“It just feels like getting teased to me.”

“Well, that’s one way to look at it.”

I had to take a second, and think about it, then, I responded with, “Yeah, I guess that is only one way to think of it . . .” I thought that she might be talking about watching dancers as artist, then a means to an end—the orgasm.

“You said you were poor earlier?” She asked.

“Extremely. I really shouldn’t be spending this money right now, but it’s my buddies birthday.”

The song ended. She started to put back on her little outfit she had. I gave her brown skin, fat ass and huge tits one more hungry glance.

“A song is about three to five minutes long, right?” I asked her.

“Yeah, about that.”

“That’s funny, it’s about the same amount of time for each round of a fight.”

She turned around and raised an eyebrow. “You’re a fighter?”

“Eh, hardly. A lap dance goes by in a few seconds, but a round of hard fighting can last years . . . yet they are both 3-5 minutes long? Time is weird, isn’t it?”

She was already gone.

A blonde with long legs and a tiny ass was looking at me.

She nodded and agreed with me, “Time is weird.” She said.

CH 8/27/23