Casual Friday

I was kind of nervous this time. Not sure why, but maybe it was because of the long months that had passed since last time - or perhaps the fact that last visit was less than eventful. The lack of action had been my choice back then, but still. Either way, this time I had taken a day off from work to try to prevent that the stress and pressure of the latest few months. 

After having spent the day with a dear old friend I retreated back to the hotel room to get ready for an evening at the club. One never can tell how these visits end up, but as mentioned - I realised that my nerves were a bit frazzled this time. A small rum and the right music helped getting in the right mindset… the rest I couldn’t do much about. 

As usual I put my very regular clothes on top of my outfit for the evening. Don’t want to attract too much attention on my way to and later from the club. I had followed the feed on the member site and it seemed like a couple of persons was going to meet at a restaurant before continuing to the club, so I figured I’d join. I was also hoping that a delightful lady I had met before would be able to get away… and when I was walking up to the entrance to the bar I heard my name said from behind me - and there she was, the delightful creature. We entered the establishment and was promptly joined by a couple of people who were there for the same reason. Some had a bite to eat, most of us had a drink and there was quite a bit of talking. The conversations with these persons are a true treat and covers the widest range of subjects you can imagine - from the latest cruise orgy to why it’s tricky to feed one’s snake with already dead mice. 

One of the ladies had her birthday so we all toasted to her and to her having a ball this evening - and before long the clock was almost nine pm and thus it was time to walk the remaining couple of hundred meters to the club. My nerves had settled by now, thankfully, and we chatted while walking uphill. The gate was open, surprisingly, so we walked in and down the stairs to the club. Everyone paid their entrance fees and got keys to the lockers where we got out of our everyday clothes, some stripped down to lingerie straight away or even getting naked with just a towel around them - me, I kept the dress on and pulled on my heels. I really enjoy the change that takes place once I’ve put the heels on and wear whatever I’ve chosen for a potential evening of sin… The sway in my hips gets more noticeable, my shoulders pulled back (yes, even more than normal, I know I walk like I’m a stuck up bitch..! ;-P) and the normally pretty fast pace of my gait slows down considerably. It feels like transforming from a normal woman to a vixen… or, if you like, a succubus. A picky succubus, I know, but still. I thrive on those long looks I get. 

We enter the bar area and since it’s still early we immediately get our preferred drinks at the bar - I stick to the Prosecco, as does birthday girl, while the wonderful creature I keep yearning for sticks with non alcoholic, she’ll be driving home later this evening. I know full well that her foremost reason to visit the club is to meet men, but I still haven’t given up hope to hook up with her. 

Birthday girl snuggles up and I sing “Happy birthday to you” in my very best Marilyn Monroe-style - and then I can’t quite resist her soft, pale skin so we kiss for a bit while her husband watches. The sofas in the bar is almost full by now and I can almost feel their gazes on us where we make out in front of the counter…

A bit later a man arrives that catches the eye of both birthday girl and the lovely ginger. They want to greet him while he changes into club wear, so I tag along… but I have less interest in him than they do, so instead I turn my attention to a new girl who is also changing into her garments for the evening. She’s visiting the club on her own for the first time, been here as part of a couple before, but this time she is alone - like myself. We walk back into the bar area, by now the sofas aren’t as filled any more. People have started moving into the rooms for some fun, but we stay at the bar for a bit more, having bubbly wine and talking. Pretty soon we realise that we’ve got quite a bit in common. 

I decide to peel off another layer, so I retrieve my key from the bartender and walk back to the locker room to discard my dress. 

When I return to the bar in my chosen lingerie I’m met by the owner who exclaims his appreciation for me and shows me off to a newly arrived man. I smile, curtsy and turn around for their pleasure before returning to my glass of bubbly and the new girl. She has now gotten company by a new man, I haven’t seen him here before, but I like the way he looks and I really like that he knows better than to have his hands in places he hasn’t made sure that they are welcome. The three of us chat for a bit in the bar while finishing our respective drinks. I go to fetch myself some ice water and when I get back to them he suggests that we take our little party to one of the rooms. Being a fan of reality checks I tell him straight off that I’m not going to fuck him and that I won’t be disappointed should he decide that he’d rather take someone else. He smiles and says that he appreciates my honesty but that he still would like to take me to a room. I extend the invitation to the new girl who seems a bit insecure. I tell her that she won’t be expected to do anything at all should she not want to, but that I suggest that she tags along anyway - to see what she feels like. Besides, if she’s with someone (in this case me and the polite man) she probably won’t have to fight off unwelcome suitors. She smiles and agrees that it does sound like the best thing to do… and so we wander off into the dark corridors of the club. I know where I’d like to end up - and you probably won’t be very surprised to learn that it is, indeed, the mirrored room that is my preferred place… but I realise once we get there that we all have forgotten to bring towels, so I rush back to the bar to collect three big bath towels that we spread onto the surface of the big bed. 

The three of us make it down on the bed, but have hardly even gotten comfortable before birthday girl and her husband shows up and joins the party. I end up where I like it best - smack in the middle - with the polite man on one side and birthday girl on the other side. We kiss and caress each others, hands and fingers sliding over smooth skin and in under flimsy fabric, while new girl and husband watches us. Birthday girls whispers in my ear that she’d love to go down on me, if I let her and I tell her that I would love for her to lick me. While she finds her new place between my spread thighs the man from the bar wiggles out of his underwear and I treat his cock with lips, tongue and mouth while he moans above me. New girl is still on the sidelines, but slowly is moving closer and asks me if it is okay for her to touch me. I tell her that I’d be delighted and then return to licking and sucking the polite man’s cock, all while I can see us mirrored in the ceiling - five people gradually getting more and more intertwined, hands and fingers touching each other. 

Birthday girl returns to my side while her husband takes her place between my legs to lick my pussy. Me and birthday girl are kissing around the polite man’s cock, having him slide back and forth between our swirling tongues and soft lips. We take turns sucking and licking his cock and balls, he is moaning and groaning, saying my name and looking me straight into my eyes. I can see in the ceiling mirror that more people have started to gather, there are a couple at the bottom of the bed, he his fucking her from behind while they both watch us. There’s a man on my other side who apparently would like to join in, but birthday girl gives him a stern look and tells him that he should probably ask before joining - and when asked I shake my head, not this time, but feel free to watch. 

New girl has been getting more and more involved and is now down to wearing just her bra and panties, someone is fingering her and she gets a massive squirt orgasm, a truly impressive one, she completely soaks the bottom half of the bed and most of us gets droplets of her cum over us. 

Birthday girl giggles and slides down to lick my pussy once more and her husband kneels on the other side of my head, so I’ve got two erect cocks that needs to be taken care of. I take turns sucking and licking their cocks while new girl gets yet another squirt orgasm and birthday girl licks and fingers my pussy. I tell the boys that they can cum over my breasts, chest and face, but not in my mouth - and rather soon husband sprays my chest with warm cum. Birthday girl crawls up to clean me off with her tongue and we then turn our attention to polite man who is trying his best not to cum… but to no avail. I’ve got sperm covering best part of my torso and while I try to wipe myself off a new man fingers birthday girl and she cums in massive squirts over the other bottom half of the bed. I am watching, intrigued by this phenomenon… In no time we’ve gone from having some kind of orgy to a interesting discussion about squirting and the new man offers to show on me. New girl suggests I get on my knees, leaning back a bit while he does his thing with his fingers deep inside me - and sure enough… I too squirt (and yes, by now we have the complete bed soaked between the three of us) not just once, but twice. It still is more fascinating than satisfying, but I have to admit that the feeling lingers… and lingers for a long time.

We all try to get presentable enough to walk back to our respective hotel rooms, I close the door to my room shortly before the strike of two… and when I wake up the next morning, I can still feel a warm, pulsating feeling in my pussy. It has me smiling while I eat my breakfast down in the restaurant.