Friday - no tieday

I always am a bit on the edge when checking in at a new hotel - more than once I have experienced hotels that look perfectly fine and have pretty good reviews… but turn out to be a bit disappointment once I open the door to the hotel room. This one, on the other hand, was a very pleasant surprise. The room is large enough and the furniture well chosen - as are the colours. I think to myself that this won’t be the last time I use this particular hotel for my stay. It’s further to walk from the station… but closer to the city and closer to my dear school friend. 

I’ve got big plans for this weekend. Apart from spending quality time with my friend from school I’ve arranged a sort of a thrupple thing for the club evenings. It’s gonna be myself, the friend I acquired this fall and with whom I’ve actually visited the club a couple of times before… and a completely new girl friend - and I have to admit that I am very curious about the latter.. and that I have kind of high hopes for her. I’m just a bit confused that I haven’t gotten any more messages from her apart from the joyful one this morning… but hey - sometimes it’s just not suitable to write messages while traveling, I know that all too well. The plan is for her to arrive soon after myself, so we can meet for the first time in real life and conclude whether we have the good chemistry and the attraction that we’ve built up online - and possibly even get a bit naughty before we head out for drinks before the club this evening. I just have to wait for her to get back to me. 

First of all though, I head out to get myself something to eat. It’s not a good idea to arrive at the club malnourished. I already know where I’m headed for lunch, there’s a wonderful little café not far from this hotel and they serve just the kind of light lunch I need - and today, I’m even gonna treat myself to a glas of wine to lunch.

When I return to the room a couple of hours later there are still no news about the newest friend and I have to admit that I’m getting a little bit worried - with just a tinge of annoyed. It’s a small group - us three - but still, when there are plans involving a group of people and something doesn’t turn out as planned… well, it’s just bad form not to inform the others. Still, though, here is plenty of time for her to arrive well before it’s time to leave for the club… and either way: I want to take some photos! I pull out the tripod from my bag and arrange the phone. In one corner of the room, well out of sight for the camera lens, the content of my bag is pretty much exploded over the floor and furniture while I try out poses and rearrange the furniture and lamps to achieve the result I want. Time passes quickly when you’re having fun and before I know it, the clock shows a quarter to seven and I really need to start getting ready. I check and double check my messages. Still no news - and from what I can see she hasn’t even opened the messages I’ve sent today… and that is quite a few by now. 

Still, my other girl friend is getting ready as well and I start picking out what I can wear tonight. Black stay ups and heels, of course. I pick out the black harness from the bag and pair it with the newest quarter-cup bra from Playful Promises. Just the name of that web site is so wonderful that it makes me want to buy their lingerie. I consider my choices shortly, but decide on the black and very transparent dress… if it’s even long enough to be called a dress. Since we are planning on visiting my favourite bar in town before heading to the club I also reach out for the black and equally transparent blouse and pull it on. It’s still pretty damn easy to make out my nipples through the two layers of black, flimsy material - but it’s usually a bit darker in a bar, so I think to myself that I’ll probably be able to pull it off. And besides - I always put on an extra layer on top of the club clothing. Walking to the club in the evening and back to the hotel at night I want to make sure that I don’t attract any unwanted attention by wearing apparently scantily clothing - and besides; it’s freaking cold outside!

There’s a knock on the door, letting me know that my partner in crime is ready too - and I check the phone again before we walk to the bar. Still nothing. 

I’ve still got the big, bulky jacket on when we walk up to the bar in my favourite bar. I’ve only been here two - or is it three? - times before, but oh my god, those drinks are to die for. The bartender looks up from wiping a glass and smiles at us. “Hi Mio, good to see you again! What can I get for you?” This guy is truly amazing. Not only does he create the most magnificent drinks, he also has an amazing memory!
We both order a gin-based drink with ginger, cucumber and apple before finding a table in the lounge. We’ve just managed to struggle our way out of our big jackets when the drinks arrive - and I really have to give it to him, he only pauses only momentarily when he notices the transparent fabric - and we clink our glasses to a good weekend. 

We chat about this and that, the subjects spanning from idle gossip to serious stuff, and when I check my clock it’s getting close to nine and it is time to pull those jackets back on for the walk up to the club. I pay at the bar and check my messages again - nothing from the new girl. By now I am getting a bit worried for real so when I send her a message (again…) I enclose my cell phone number, just to make sure we don’t miss each other due to some silly technicality. Nothing more to do, really, so I pull on my gloves and re-enter the cold outside. 

It does feel a bit safer walking through the city with someone by my side - and it will feel even better when we walk back to the hotel tonight. 

When we arrive at our destination it is nine sharp (I do like to be punctual) and as usual, the warmth in the cellar hits you like a wall after a brisk walk in the cold. We pay and get our locker keys - I’m always in the same corner of the locker room, maybe I should claim one of these for my own? I can’t decide on what number I’d like. 13, I think. 

When we walk into the bar area there are not many other guests around yet (I know, I know… hadn’t I been so adamant on being there at nine sharp there would have been more of a crowd) so we order a glass of bubbly each from the delightful bartender - and oh my God, that girl has a serious set of boobs. My fingers are almost itching to reach out and just feel the weight of them.  When she turns around to deposit our keys she displays an equally amazing behind. Pretty sure it’s not quite the set of body parts she was born with, but damn girl… she sure does look too good to be true. 

We greet the patrons we know from previous visits, there are a couple of them, and sit down to chat with one who I usually see behind the bar. While we talk about this and that the room slowly fills up - and tonight I’ve decided that I have a mission. I am going to compliment as many as I can of the women who walk in here. It’s a fun kind of exercise in more than one way. For one thing I need to get up from the rather low couch every time - and I really do think it’s a healthy exercise to see the pretty or beautiful or unique in people… and since we’ve been told that there are rather many new couples her this evening; well, what could be better than making them feel good about themselves - because I am pretty damn sure that they are nervous as hell, coming here for the first time. I know I was and I was so grateful when people were nice to me. 

Besides, it’s not a hard task. They are all making it easy for me, wearing wonderful lingerie, amazing shoes, having gorgeous earrings… before too long I compliment a woman for her amazing neglige and she invites me and my girl friend to sit with her and her husband. Suddenly there’s a glass of white in front of us and we’re told that it’s her birthday!!! This, obviously, needs to be celebrated and she is adamant we all go to the pool. I have, this far, never been in the pool - I have to admit that the idea of getting undressed and soaking in a pool with others doing all kinds of interesting deeds… well, it doesn’t appeal to me as much as it maybe should. BUT who am I to crush the birthday girl’s wishes on this particular day. I agree to joining them and we all head to the pool area. There is a lot going on in that pool already, but we strip out of the little (but in my case somewhat advanced in layers) clothing we have and descend into the warm water. Birthday girl has already secured a spot for herself and her man and wants us on either side. She concludes that she is hetero, but a little bi-curious and that she’d like some female attention. We caress her, light fingers running over her skin under and over the water. Nothing that might scare a bi-curious (and by now rather tipsy) birthday girl… but definitely enough to have her engine fire on pretty much all cylinders. She writhes under our fingers - and then suddenly and rather unexpectedly exclaims that she has to have cock. Now! She shoots out of the water, pulling her husband with her… and disappears into a room somewhere. Me and my girlfriend look at each others and shrug. I tell her that okay, now I’ve tried the pool. I think I’m pretty done with the pool. How about a shower and the bar? She giggles and agrees.  

Once I’ve gotten back into all those layers of fabric - all those layers that honestly doesn’t cover up anything at all - and strapped my heels back on, we return to the bar. This time I’m aiming for the water corner, it is important to rehydrate, right? The male bartender is very charming - and damn, he looks like a crush of mine from way back when that crush was still very, very attractive… so I admit that I am easily charmed. But then again, judging by how intensely he focuses on me… or to be more specific: my girls… he is not completely indifferent. 

Grabbing our glasses, we sashay away - but are stopped. There’s a couple standing just at the end of the counter and the man is reaching out. “Would you mind doing us a favour?” 

I’m going for the improv thing this evening. There is only one rule, as far as I’ve understood - since I don’t do improv. That rule is to say Yes - and…” 

So I nod and say “Sure!” Him and his woman ask us to come along and I trot along, bringing my girl friend along. We enter the first swing room and they ask me to undress and get comfortable. I know… Had I known this I sure would have picked an outfit with a few less layers. But I get a whole lot of help peeling off all those layers of transparent, black, flimsy fabric and soon enough I’m naked, apart from the stay ups and the heels, and laid back onto the swing, my feet high in the loops to the chains holding the swing.
He warm tongue running over my pussy make me gasp and in this moment I realise that there is a big window to the hallway on my left - and that there are people outside watching. The chain blocks the doorway, though, so there won’t be any others entering the room. Her wet and warm tongue licks and flicks my pussy while the husband and my girlfriend strokes my legs, breast, stomach - and I am loving it. Her fingers enters me while she keeps letting the tip of her tongue flick over my clit and I can tell she’s going for making me squirt… and whoops..! There’s the wand. She alternates the fingers, the wand and her tongue and it feels pretty damn amazing. I lock eyes with one of the men standing outside the window watching and I can feel some kind of vibration building inside my. I’m not sure what it is, I can’t even say for sure if I squirt… or if I climax… but whatever this sensation is, it is very pleasant. The kind of pleasant that at times makes my brain short circuit at times - and I start laughing. At first it’s a small giggle - but it’s growing and soon I am laughing loudly. You don’t have to tell me, it isn’t exactly the sound you’d expect in a sex club - but then again: what is sex if not joy?
Once I’m all laughed out they help me get my feet back onto the ground and while I pull my clothes back on - again - the crowd outside the window start to scatter and once I’ve got everything back on we walk back to the bar. My legs are a little bit wobbly and I still have a bit of a laughter high - but most of all, I’m thirsty. 

We reposition over by the ice water coolers and the bartender immediately makes sure he needs to be in our corner of the bar. He is a flirt - and I, of course, tease him mercilessly and I am loving it. While he takes every opportunity to reach over the counter and caress my breasts, trying to work his way in under my layers of fabric.

This is when one of the girls I complimented in the early evening walks up to the bar counter just beside us and we start talking to her. It’s her first evening ever at the club and even though she claims to be bi… she’s got basically no experience. Me and my friend look at each other, we look at her… “Well… do you want to?” She smiles and nods.

…so we start out easy, caressing her, stroking the soft skin of her neck, shoulders, arms… running fingers down her back, circling at the small of her back. Tracing her breasts, down her tummy and then back up again… and I slide down to the floor. My fingers tracing the outline of her body, looking up at her. Our eyes meet and she nods slightly. I stick the tip of my tongue out and very slowly draw a wet line along her body, and then quickly move over her mound. She spreads her thighs a little more for me and I unbutton the body, one button at a time… and so it pops open, revealing a nicely shaven pussy. I lean in a bit more and let my tongue follow her labia, oh so light and careful. She moans and leans closer, I take this as enthusiastic consent and I kiss, lick and basically make out with her pussy while caressing her smooth behind. I can, from the periphery vision, see that there is a bit of an audience watching the show - but right now I honesty don’t care. She is grinding against me and I caress her with my tongue, at times helping out with my fingers. My face is getting increasingly wetter as I continue and when her knees wobble and give she slides down on the floor in front of me. She’s on my lap, smiling and wiping my chin. “Your face is all wet..!” I shrug and agree that it seems my lipstick has somehow disappeared. 

“I’ve never done this with a woman before!” she exclaims. 

“It’s not something I’m very used to either” I confess.

She looks at me with an expression that is close to shock. “I’d like to do this again.”
“Well, you know where to find me.” 

After accepting a couple of paper wipes from the smiling bartender and drying off my face I drink two more glasses of water and then I ask my girl friend if she feels like she’s done for the evening, because I feel I pretty much am. She agrees and we collect our keys and pull back our outer clothes for the walk back to the hotel. I’m still smiling.