I went to my locker to get changed. Not into the dress and heels I brought, but a dress – if you could call it that – given to me by someone at the club. It was essentially a bunch of string woven into a cool and very revealing pattern.
While I am definitely into sex, and feeling sexy, I have never been one to wear anything particularly revealing or what could be called slutty. This “dress” was the epitome of slutty. And I mean that in a very positive way.
So getting dressed was a rather quick affair. Arrange the outfit over my body. Ignore my underwear and shoes. Leave.
I did check my hair and makeup in the mirror. There wasn’t a whole lot of makeup left on, which I didn’t care about. I didn’t even add lipstick. I’d just been fucked quite well and felt great.
Back down at the bar, I showed Dale and Lisa the snack I brought for us – a bag of cherries – saying I felt it was appropriate given the circumstances. They laughed and dug in. My outfit was admired and commented on.
Dale and Lisa knew everyone that works at the club. They were greeted by many as they arrived. Two other women they know also showed up, and we were introduced and commonalities established. One wore something similar to me, and the other was naked from the waist up.
It could have been any other location where friends met to hang out, if not for the naked people, porn on the television in the background, the occasional sex act on the couch, and the frequent discussion of who had a big cock or a funny sounding orgasm.
Dale was occasionally attentive and would come by and put a hand on my waist. I watched how he greeted some of the other women, obviously past or current play partners. The vast majority of people there were couples – as far as I could tell, it was only me and the other woman Dale and Lisa introduced me to that were there solo. She and I chatted about dating, being submissive, and her prior experiences at the club.
My large breasted friend had disappeared hours ago. I didn’t see her again that evening.
Despite downing several glasses of sparkling wine, I seemed incapable of getting anything other than a happy buzz. I eventually gave up and focussed on having water, since I had already lost a bit of fluid during our time in the private room.
The downstairs bar got busier, I chatted with random people, and before I knew it, Jason had arrived. And the subsequent events are a bit mixed up in my brain. I remember most of everything that happened, but not necessarily the order in which it occurred. Not that it matters particularly.
I introduced him to Dale and Lisa and the other people I’d met. I gave him a tour of the place and tried to get him to have sex with me in the private room. He needed some time, and a drink.
I didn’t realize until later that it was his first time at a sex club. I knew he had played with other couples, and that he was interested in coming to this club, and just assumed he’d been. So he was actually rather nervous, which I didn’t pick up on at the time.
We got him a bit more comfortable and we set off, wandering around the premises. I have no idea how it all began, but at some point we ended up in a large room where half of it was a platform bed, covered in vinyl. It’s where Dale and Lisa and their friends were hanging out. The other single woman was being pounded by a guy while everyone else watched.
She got very loud, and that was commented on. It was actually incredibly comical – not just her orgasm, but imagine this: you are having sex, and a bunch of your friends are hanging out watching you, talking about what you are doing, then how the show “Mad Men” ended, then how you sound, then how to make a nice risotto. It went on like that for much of the night.
I think Dale grabbed me and started kissing and teasing me. I don’t recall if I’d had sex with Jason yet at that point.
At some point, I was face down on the platform, head toward the open part of the room, as Dale was fingering me and making me squirt over and over. I looked up and there were maybe 20 people watching us. I laughed, said “hi everyone”, and went back to focus on what was being done to me.
I soaked my outfit and a very large portion of the platform. I was told I was a good girl. One of the women stated even she couldn’t do that. I was being admired for my sexual production, which made me giggle. Again.
Another time, I was on top of Jason, riding him, as he tried to focus on the task at hand instead of the laughing and commentary occurring beside us. He couldn’t really do it…but I heard Dale murmuring something, then he came over to where we were, and the next thing I knew I was being double vaginally penetrated (DVP)…which felt great for me and for Jason, even though he wasn’t completely hard.
The commentary then started in about us – as the rest of the people on the “bed” wondered aloud whether Dale was doing me anally or if it was DVP. They came to the right conclusion. I have no idea who was watching, or what people could see. I didn’t care.
Jason observed, for the most part. He was standing across from the platform or sitting on a chair, staring at me. He said later he loved watching me get fucked – he found it incredibly hot.
After finishing with Dale at one point, I sat up with my legs dangling over the edge of the platform. A man approached me, smiled, and – I have no recollection of what he said, but I knew what he wanted. “Sure”, I said, and he pulled me off the platform and turned me around so he could fuck me from behind.
There was more to come.
To read about my first swingers club experience, read this post.