I wanna take a pole dancing class! Can you imagine taking Jamie with you? Her arms and thighs wrapped around a pole would kill me 🥵 I'd just want them wrapped around me instead
"Now you’re going to squeeze your thighs and make sure the pole is between them and your ankles.”
You weren’t quite sure why or how you’d been suckered into a pole dancing class, until you looked next to you. Your utterly breathtaking girlfriend, Jamie, had suggested it after a friend of hers had come over for game night raving about her most recent class.
Jamie and her damn big brown puppy eyes.
Now you were attempting to contort yourself on a metal pole that you kept slipping off cause your body was sweaty, both from exertion and from the utter hotness of having to watch your lady be such a natural.
“If you need a break, that’s fine. Lay down and feel free to rejoin when you’re ready.” The instructor pointedly looked at you, where you were sitting in a pretzel on the floor, wiping your skin with the towel you’d brought with you.
“Babe.” Jamie whispered, giggling as he body was perfect tight on the metal pole, her head turning as she slowly spun away from you. “What’s wrong?”
Like the instant pro she was, Jamie gracefully untwisted herself from her positioning and did two rotations around the pole until her feet could skim the ground. It was horribly unfair how perfect she was. Her lightly toned legs had red marks from the friction, and you couldn’t help but be reminded of the last time her thighs wore red markings. Even though they obviously looked different than the ones you usually left with your mouth, it still turned you on.
And you had already spent more than half of the class trying to ignore the wetness between your legs and the way your nipples were pebbling obnoxiously through your sports bra.
You were ready to go home.
“What’s up?” She squatted down in front of you, her toes touching your shins and she leaned into your space.
You reached up and pushed a strand of hair that had escaped her mini bun behind her ear.
“I wanna go home.” You said lowly.
Her head tilted in alarm, her arms crossed over her knees, “Why?”
“Because,” your hand slid into the hair behind her head and pulled her closer until your noses were almost touching, “I’m sick of watching you slide around on that pole, gripping it between those thighs when all I can think of is getting my mouth on you.”
Jamie’s face went almost blank, her breathing paused for a second as you finally got her mood to match yours.
“I’m so wet, I haven’t been able to focus for almost this whole lesson.” You growled, Jamie’s eyes fluttering shut as her lids got heavy from arousal.
“So you’re going to grab your stuff, follow me to the car and you’re going to drive us home while I finger myself in the passenger seat, and then- then- you’ll get your treat, okay, princess?”
Jamie nodded wordlessly.
When you released her hair she grinned at you and bounced to her feet, grabbing her towel and water bottle before leading you out of the room. She winked at you as she held the door for you, telling you,
“You last way longer than I thought you would.”
You ignored the waiting room full of the next class and swatted your girlfriend’s ass before telling her to get to the car.
She practically skipped to the driver’s side of the car, and you thanked your past self for parking practically in the bushes, on the side of the building rather than the busy front. The side of the building and the car blocked anyone from seeing what you were about to do. Jamie was grinning to herself, the evil genius, already in her seat by the time you threw your stuff into the backseat and stood in front of your open door.
Unceremoniously, and completely to wipe the smug smile off her face, you pulled your shorts down and stepped out of them, throwing them into the backseat as well. Jamie’s smile did fall from her face, a spaced out, horny expression on her gorgeous face as she subconsciously leaned towards your side.
You lifted your foot on to the seat in the car, and stood outside of it, exposing yourself to Jamie. “See how wet I am?” You rubbed your entrance with the flat of your three fingers so she could hear how soaked you were, “Does that sound comfortable to you?”
Jamie leaned over the center console, her lips already parted and her tongue sticking out as she got half her body to your side before you pushed her back by her forehead, shoving her back into her seat.
“Nah uh, you don’t get to taste me until I say so.”
You ducked into the car, taking a quick look in the mirrors to make sure that you were in fact alone before you spread your legs and put one up on the dashboard. You looked Jamie dead in the face as you sucked your fingers into your mouth and spat on your palm. Jamie whimpered as she watched you rub your swollen lips.
Your head tilted back and you moaned as you listed to your own wetness and felt it mix with the saliva on your palm. All you were doing was rubbing your pussy and you were seeing stars. You could feel Jamie’s eyes on you, and when you opened your own and saw all the trees in front of the car, you felt a gush of wetness come from your core.
Jamie and you loved fucking around outside.
You moaned and slipped a finger into yourself, circling it around your insides before you roughly piston your digit in and out of yourself, moaning Jamie’s name as your juices rivaled your voice in sound.
“Oh, baby, got me so wet. You’re gonna have a lot to lick up when we get home, babygirl.” You giggled and leaned your head back.
“Love,” Jamie whimpered, “let me help.”
You scoffed at the question, but then giggled a bit. Your dirty girl probably just wanted an excuse to eat you in public. But that definitely wasn’t happening today, not when you were already two fingers in and second knuckle deep inside your weeping entrance.
“Suck.” you commanded breathlessly, pulling your sports bra up on one side so your tit would pop out of it.
Jamie moved like lightning, her hot little perfect mouth closing around your nipple, sucking wetly before pulling on your nipple with the pure suction of her lips. Her teeth teasingly ran over the edge of your skin, and you found your hand moving faster as your juices spread down your fingers and on to your palm.
“Oh, baby,” You whined, “fuck! yes.” You cried out, feeling her naughty little fingers circle your clit.
The combined sensation of her on your breast, and your combined efforts on your cunt made your breathing turn ragged.
“Made me wait almost an hour for this,” You mumbled into her hair, dropping your chin to her head so she could hear you, “gonna make you wait the whole ride home.”
You gasped loudly as she hummed against the sensitive tip of your breast, before her slippery finger slid down your seam and pushed in alongside your two fingers. You panted for air as your legs convulsed in pleasure, a long drag of a moan leaving your lips as the stretch of your pussy combined with the wet deep suck of your cunt sucking on you and Jamie’s fingers.
“That’s it, love.” She cooed, her head coming to rest on your shoulder as she kissed your cheek over and over, slowing her finger until it rested inside you with your two.
Your cunt shook, squeezing over and over at the fingers that stretched you open. Your whole body felt on fire, and you felt tired and delirious. It always felt so dreamy to cum by Jamie’s hand.
“Baby, oh!” You screeched as she pulled her finger from you, her hand grabbing your wrist to pull you from yourself, your pussy suddenly empty and squeezing for what it lost. “Fuck, slow, baby, slowly.”
Jamie giggled and kissed your tit, pulling your sports bra back into place. “Time to go home.” She teased, sounding entirely too excited for someone who was supposed to be tortured by the ride home.
You hummed, your own devious idea coming to mind, “Yeah, I’m just gonna take a nap.”
You closed your eyes as your seat went back, letting you go all the way down until you were almost flat in the passenger seat. Folding the foot that had been on the dashboard under your other knee, your legs made a 4, keeping your freshly orgasmed pussy on display.
You reached up and peeled your sports bra off, throwing it into the backseat with your shorts before letting your hands fall to dangle behind the headrest, “Let’s go home.”
