Whoa!! I must say that I would have been *Kerrie struck* if I had been present. Seeing a beautiful lady enjoying the moment on the tabletop indeed would have brought a quick second of silence and then a huge round of applause and shouts of encouragement. Ill bet it was truly a great & momentous occasion. I did indeed witness tabletop dancing during my college years, but scantily clad was the usual attire. It was still enjoyed as Im sure yours was as well. Go Kerrie!!!
Thank you elegant Ladies for relaxing enough to enjoy being free to dance for everyone.
Videos of both of you would have been amazing to see. Something about being that relaxed and free to enjoy the music. Oh I know we would all have been so happy to see this.
I wish I could be on a table dancing. But at 225# pounds. I am not going to trust any table. Lol
It only happened to me once. Ok, 1.5 times. That is, without counting a couple of times in private gatherings, among friends. Such as for the last New Year's Eve party, but it was a special setting: we were 8 ladies and 7 gents and we went on my big balcony to salute the new year. One girl popped up her dress and we all followed suit. It was cold but we danced there, naked, waving hello to neighbours for at least 15 min. Then we got inside and one girl popped on the diner table. I have a very sturdy table, we pulled a bit the plates aside and made space for two girls to dance on the table at the same time. We were a bit tipsy, we let the guys film us (something I normally never do). Then I got my bag with extremely revealing outfit and wigs and each of us chose one, then we danced again on the table. Then we all gave lap dances to each guy...But I think I told that story. And anyway, this was among friends, it does not count. We had all seen each other naked before (ok, except one guy, but he didn't look upset, shocked and disgusted, on the contrary, he seemed to enjoy a lot the party, he did not run for the mountains...).I'm a trained dancer, ballet in my early teens and, when it became clear that I was getting too tall for ballet, ballroom dancing - national vice-champion twice. I was too tall for this type of dancing also, good male dancers over 1.93m are rare. I'm not a great club dancer but people have a tendency to remark that I dance differently than most girls in a club. Too bad nobody wanted to see any video of me dancing in the nude when I offered, that would have avoided this long explanation.So the first time I danced naked on a table in front of strangers happened in Cap d'Agde. Sure, you will be disappointed, nudist city and all. In fact practically nobody is nude in the evening - but many ladies do wear outrageously daring outfits in a sort of a sexy carnival. It was our first stay in Cap and I was wearing a very sexy little dress, but not excessively see-through, something I could (but wouldn't) have worn in a club in Paris. It was short and tight enough and transparent on the sides so you could tell I wasn't wearing any underwear (underwear is of course a no-no in Cap). So sexy but quite conservative for an evening in Cap. I was still quite shy, it was among the first evenings in Cap... I did get more relaxed afterwards and wore some of those ridiculously sexy D bus me on the internet (OK, I also do buy a few, but they are limited in number as they are of good quality and expensive). Including once being paraded on a leash, wearing only high heels, a collar, makeup and whip marks all over my body... I told that story too.In the evenings, we would do like everybody else, walk a bit around for some people watching (yes, part of the "canival"), then stop at a bar for drinks, then go to a restaurant terace for dinner and people watching, then usually also to a club (yes, they are swinger and we are not, but most patrons there were just tourists...). So we stopped at this bar, it was open to the alley, nothing fancy, just a bar with square tables laid continuously around the walls and people standing and drinking, some of them dancing in the middle. Don't remember the name. Very few were lucky enough to have seats at the tables, it was crowded and the vast majority were enjoying their drinks standing.D doesn't like to dance but he did his best to humour me a bit, then he declared that he would rather drink than dance. So I continued to dance alone and even handed D my (second) drink so that I can feel freer. There was this very spectacular drag queen near me, slim and tall (well, s/he was on platforms, probably in real life s/he was about my height) and s/he was making me lots of complements, sending me kisses and pretending that s/he got so hot...). We were towering above the patrons and s/he was a good dancer so we kinda started to dance together.Then a lady popped on a table and almost immediately took her dress off. She was not the youngest, the sexiest or the best dancer in the world but she was so natural and self-confident that she was adorable and it was hard to look at anything else. She danced nude on those table lined up continuously close to the walls for 2 or 3 songs, then she went down, exhausted and in sweat.That's when the dragqueen invited me to go on the table. And s/he was not alone, as we were dancing a circle had formed around us and everybody was applauding and asking me to pop up. I refused but D whispered in my ear "go for it, dance for us" and I reluctantly let myself pushed up on the table(s) and started to dance in their applauses.But after a little time, they started to chant "take it off". I was a bit upset and wanted to go down but they all protested and D made a sign to take my dress off so in the end and very reluctantly I took it off and threw it in the room and started to dance. A bit modstly and timidly first but after another drink (fourth?) was handed to me by the barman I became comfortable, stopped worrying about how high I can raise my leg without being vulgar and really went for it. I went on for quite some time, maybe five, maybe ten songs... before deciding to step down and immediately realising that whoever had my dress was not going to give it back to me. It was light enough to fit in a trouser pocket.Everybody was offering me drinks and inviting me to dance but I grabbed D's arm tight, hiding myself a bit, and asked him to go home so that I can put on another dress. D insisted to finish his drink first, which I had the impression it took forever as I was the only one naked in a big crowd, then we walked back home. Our "home" was not far (the beach-side "villas" for those who know Cap) but D refused to give me his shirt and we had to take the long way, walkIng along the main alley, where most of the "carnival" took place, like this, him wearing formal black trousers and shirt and I wearing high heels, thigh highs and whatever was left from my perfume and makeup. And D was in no hurry although, as I was about to discover, he had found the whole experience very arousing, so our stop-over at our "home" was longer than planned.The second time I danced naked on a table it was not really a table and it was not a nudist context, but I'll tell that story another time if there is an interest from members. Was it scaring? Thrilling? Arousing? I'll also tell that in a possible second installment of this story, no time now.
Lovely read, thank you for sharing.
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