"A sex club?" She asked nervously. She couldn't believe her ears, he really wanted to go?
"Yes. We'll go, have a couple of drinks and check the place out." he smiled at her obvious panic.
"Sure, why not," she said as she walked away trying to figure out why he wanted to go.
The butterflies in her stomach would not dissipate the entire afternoon. By evening she chose her highest heels, prettiest garter belt and sexiest panties. She stared at the girl in the mirror, her legs more defined by the heels, her breasts wrapped in lace, peeking out of the top of her shirt.
He came up behind her and let out a low growl. She knew she had hit the mark with her clothes tonight. His hands slid up her hips pulling the skirt slowly. He turned her sideways then lifted her skirt over her backside, "God damn you are hot!" He said excitedly, "Let's go show you off." The butterflies returned quickly as she glimpsed one last look in the mirror.
The atmosphere was more intense then she had expected, though she wasn't sure what to expect. As her eyes adjusted to the lighting she glanced around. The bar was lined with beautiful women conversing, in contrast to the monitors behind them showing one woman on her knees surrounded by 5 guys. They walked to a large window and watched multiple couples, swapping partners at a whim. She looked at him and wondered if this was why he had insisted on coming here.
"I need a drink," she said suddenly. He smiled and led her to the bar. The bartender took their orders and winked at her.
"First time here?" He asked.
"That obvious?" she laughed nervously.
"Just a bit." He said as he handed her the drink and smiled.
As her nerves were calmed by the alcohol slightly, she found herself openly staring, admiring the people around her. Their complete immersion into their own surroundings turned her on. Her hand laid on his lap as she watched a woman on her knees between her partner's legs. Absentmindedly she found herself stroking him while she watched the woman bounce her head up and down. He leaned over, whispered in her ear, "Do you like watching her? Or do you imagine doing that to me while people are watching?"
Blushing she couldn't answer him. His hand reached under her skirt, slipping between her legs. Her eyes widened as she tried to tighten and push his hand away. He shook his head no at her and pushed her legs apart. Handing her the drink, he left his hand between her thighs. Expertly he pushed one finger under her panties and deep into her wetness.
"Enjoying this place just a bit?" he teased her with his words and his finger. Looking at her lap she could see the lace of the garter belt, her skirt had bunched. She desperately wanted to push it down but knew he would stop her. She glanced at the bartender to see if he had noticed. He handed her another drink and smiled. He leaned back against the bar and watched.
"We should probably go, " she whispered into her lovers ear.
"Why?" he asked micheviously, "I can tell you are enjoying being watched, even if you don't want to admit it."
She sat there a moment, fighting the urge to walk out. She took another sip of her drink and decided to call his bluff, she turned to him and smiled.
"If you are so sure I would enjoy being watched, why don't you," she leaned over to his ear and finished with a whisper," fuck me right here."
For a moment he said nothing, stared open mouthed at her, weighing his options carefully. He looked at her then at the bartender and around the room. Deciding to play her game, he looked into her eyes. "Give me your panties." She slid off the bar stool, reaching underneath her skirt slipping off her panties and handed them to him. The gauntlet had been tossed.
Instead of putting them in his pocket as she had hoped, he set them on the bar. There was no mistaking what the pile of lace was. She blushed and reached for them. He playfully slapped her hand away shaking his head no once again. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply. His hands grabbing at her backside under her skirt. She reached for the front of his jeans but he moved to hold her at arms length. Placing both of her hands on the bar stool he positioned himself behind her. As he lifted her skirt up over her hips, she felt the cool air slide between her lips. Her nervousness returned full force, she looked back at him. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Care to back out now chicken little?" he goaded her.
Looking at the pile of lace on the bar, up at the bartender and back at her lover she debated silently for a moment. During her silence, she felt his hand wrapped in her hair, pulling her head back. He plunged two fingers deep inside of her. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes. He worked her into a frenzy with his hand but kept her on the brink.
He pulled her head back and leaned in once more to whisper to her, "I want you to keep your eyes open while I fuck you and look at the bartender." She shook her head no but he pulled her hair more forcefully. She opened her eyes and felt her lover push himself into her. She stared into the bartender's eyes as her orgasm built, feeling her lover thrusting deep inside of her, her wetness dripping down her legs. Within moments she came loudly, grasping the bar stool. The bartender smiled then moved to serve another couple.
He helped her sit back on the stool and grinned at her, "Guess the sky isn't falling eh chicken little?"