with a desire not hidden as much as I intended.
“What if we get seen by someone we know?” he asked.
“Well, my guess is that they are here for the same reason we are, and not likely to talk it up all over town,” I replied. I wasn’t totally convinced by my own answer, but it sufficed, given everything else I was feeling at that moment.
People began to dance after a while, just like any other bar in the city. Except sometimes women danced with women a little more suggestively, sometimes kissing deeply. Men danced behind women, hands cupping breasts, sliding necklines down to expose breasts, or sliding up thighs and dragging a skirt with them until panties were completely exposed. If panties were worn.
We had moved from a table to one of the couches where we could see over to a corner of the room where a woman had begun to dance with a brass stripper pole, surrounded by couches where men and a few couples sat. She earned applause after every dance, every time another piece of clothing came off.
Finally, her beautiful body was naked and after that song, she sat on the couch between two men, lifted a leg over the knee of each so that she was completely open, and kissed one full on the mouth while the other explored her with his hands.
Mark had been gently fondling my shoulder, and then I felt his hand at the zipper at my neck. I didn’t move while he unzipped my dress to my waist. I did nothing except feel my body throb with excitement. Mark played his hands over my shoulders, then slid his hands under the straps of my dress and again played with my shoulders.
He and I both knew what was going to happen as the fabric slowly moved down my arms.
When the straps fell to my elbows, I could feel his body stiffen. I didn’t move. I had my right hand on his leg, my left around my small drink, which I set on a nearby table. I pulled my left hand free of the fabric, then my right, and the dress completed its fall to my waist.
I sat there, looking around the room, the thrill of being half-naked with people all around us. Then I leaned back and put my mouth on Mark’s. I felt his right hand come around and cup my breast, then caress my throat, then down to my vagina, then back up.
“What’s our safe word?” Mark asked, pulling back from my mouth, his voice heavy, husky.
“Backgammon,” I said, the first word that came to mind not likely to be used in conversation, not there and then, at any rate.
“May I touch?” came a voice seemingly from the back of my neck. I turned and opened my eyes and a man stood in front of us. Before I could say anything, Mark said, “We’re not ready, but thank you.” I was relieved and disappointed in the same instant.
“C’mon,” said Mark, taking my drink in one hand, my hand in his other. With my free hand I held my dress around my waist as he took me into the couples area. He led me over to the last open alcove and sat me down on the edge of the bed.
“Lift your hips,” he said, and pulled the dress down over my knees and off my feet, leaving my shoes on my feet. “Scoot back,” he said, and I slid back to lean up against the pillows facing the room. A few more couples had followed us in and stood around the bed as Mark got undressed.
When he lay down beside me, he touched me just like he did in our own bed at home. He kissed me on the mouth, his right hand playing with my breasts, then found the wetness between my legs. He didn’t take his mouth from my breasts as his hand pulled my panties over my upraised hips.
His lips played with my breasts, around the soft roundness to gently taking my nipples with his tongue. When that tongue got to my clitoris, I was ready to explode.
At the end of the bed stood about fifteen people. One man leaned in to ask Mark if he and his wife could play.
“We’d like to just be with each other for now, but thank you,” Mark said, turning back to me.
A couple stood closest to the end of the bed. She had his cock out of his pants
“What if we get seen by someone we know?” he asked.
“Well, my guess is that they are here for the same reason we are, and not likely to talk it up all over town,” I replied. I wasn’t totally convinced by my own answer, but it sufficed, given everything else I was feeling at that moment.
People began to dance after a while, just like any other bar in the city. Except sometimes women danced with women a little more suggestively, sometimes kissing deeply. Men danced behind women, hands cupping breasts, sliding necklines down to expose breasts, or sliding up thighs and dragging a skirt with them until panties were completely exposed. If panties were worn.
We had moved from a table to one of the couches where we could see over to a corner of the room where a woman had begun to dance with a brass stripper pole, surrounded by couches where men and a few couples sat. She earned applause after every dance, every time another piece of clothing came off.
Finally, her beautiful body was naked and after that song, she sat on the couch between two men, lifted a leg over the knee of each so that she was completely open, and kissed one full on the mouth while the other explored her with his hands.
Mark had been gently fondling my shoulder, and then I felt his hand at the zipper at my neck. I didn’t move while he unzipped my dress to my waist. I did nothing except feel my body throb with excitement. Mark played his hands over my shoulders, then slid his hands under the straps of my dress and again played with my shoulders.
He and I both knew what was going to happen as the fabric slowly moved down my arms.
When the straps fell to my elbows, I could feel his body stiffen. I didn’t move. I had my right hand on his leg, my left around my small drink, which I set on a nearby table. I pulled my left hand free of the fabric, then my right, and the dress completed its fall to my waist.
I sat there, looking around the room, the thrill of being half-naked with people all around us. Then I leaned back and put my mouth on Mark’s. I felt his right hand come around and cup my breast, then caress my throat, then down to my vagina, then back up.
“What’s our safe word?” Mark asked, pulling back from my mouth, his voice heavy, husky.
“Backgammon,” I said, the first word that came to mind not likely to be used in conversation, not there and then, at any rate.
“May I touch?” came a voice seemingly from the back of my neck. I turned and opened my eyes and a man stood in front of us. Before I could say anything, Mark said, “We’re not ready, but thank you.” I was relieved and disappointed in the same instant.
“C’mon,” said Mark, taking my drink in one hand, my hand in his other. With my free hand I held my dress around my waist as he took me into the couples area. He led me over to the last open alcove and sat me down on the edge of the bed.
“Lift your hips,” he said, and pulled the dress down over my knees and off my feet, leaving my shoes on my feet. “Scoot back,” he said, and I slid back to lean up against the pillows facing the room. A few more couples had followed us in and stood around the bed as Mark got undressed.
When he lay down beside me, he touched me just like he did in our own bed at home. He kissed me on the mouth, his right hand playing with my breasts, then found the wetness between my legs. He didn’t take his mouth from my breasts as his hand pulled my panties over my upraised hips.
His lips played with my breasts, around the soft roundness to gently taking my nipples with his tongue. When that tongue got to my clitoris, I was ready to explode.
At the end of the bed stood about fifteen people. One man leaned in to ask Mark if he and his wife could play.
“We’d like to just be with each other for now, but thank you,” Mark said, turning back to me.
A couple stood closest to the end of the bed. She had his cock out of his pants
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