The Club (Part 1)

This is the club we decided on after looking at all of the possible choices online.  Neither of us is here because we want to do some ‘swinging’.  I am only interested in touching you tonight.  We are both feeling very voyeuristic and perhaps even exhibitionist tonight.  I have never been to one of these swingers clubs; single men are not permitted and my wife has no interest.  I expected it to be a variation of a strip club, dark and sleazy.  It is definitely dark, lots of mood lighting and plenty of dark corners.  I am surprised though that I don’t get a real ‘sleaze’ feeling though.

We take a lap, exploring the different parts of the club.  True to their word there are a lot of couples here that seem more interested in watching and being watched then in actually swapping.  We both begin to feel more relaxed.  After our first quick lap we take a more leisurely one, looking for someplace to hover for a bit, looking for some sites to watch.  We stop and watch two decently attractive couples while they go from the “Hi how are you” phase onto the “Here, suck my wife’s pussy” phase.  It seems they are not all that into pleasantries and get right down to business.  Personally I like a little more build up but the scene is enjoyable none the less.  One of the wives is a brunette and the other is blondish.  The Blondie is wearing a skirt and simply hikes it up, the other husband kneels in front of her and begins caressing her long legs before he slides her panties down, exposing a perfectly manicured little bush.  The brunette is wearing pants, an odd choice I would think if she was looking for such quick action.  Her new partner takes a bit more time, caressing her through her clothes, kissing her, rubbing her crotch through her pants.  Soon he has them unbuttoned and is reaching inside.  Looks like his hand is under the pants but over the panties – this guy does like to tease, how wonderful. We stand there off to the side, unobtrusively watching.  The brunette glances at us and smiles; she likes being watched, she gives us a nice moan.  I reach up and begin caressing your back; nice leisurely circles stretching from your neck to your waist.

Blondie has now opened her blouse and pushed the cups of her bra down, exposing her very hard nipples.  Apparently she likes it fast and hard.  She begins pinching her nipples, twisting them almost cruelly.   He as two fingers thrust inside her and is ramming her with them while licking and sucking on her clit.  These two look like something out of a porno.  Meanwhile Mr. Slowhand has worked his way inside of her panties.  Between his hand and his deep sensual kisses he has Mrs. Brunette writing and moaning.  My caressing hand is now working down over your ass as well.  I stop and squeeze one of your luscious cheeks.  The show goes on for a while longer; it does not take the porn stars long to get on to some hard core fucking.  After a few minutes of that we move on, leaving Mrs. Brunette with Mr. Slowhand’s dick in her mouth; her pants discarded to the side at some point and her sexy ass in the air, showing off her very wet pussy lips.  “That was a nice sight” I whisper in your ear.  You nod with an appreciative moan.

We move from sight to sight, both becoming highly aroused by the number of attractive people in various stages of undress and in the midst of various acts of pleasure.  For the most part there is a lot of heavy make-out sessions going on; lots of touching and groping.  There is a decent amount of oral to be found as well; mostly blow jobs put there are some very interesting acts of cunnilingus acrobatics going on as well.  Surprisingly there is relatively little straight out fucking but then again it is early; I bet it will pick up as the night goes on and heavy petting turns into hard thrusting.  We get various offers as we make our way around; you in particular seem to be a popular target though I am gratified with the number of times I am approached too – and most of them were even women, which is good; regardless it is all good for my ego.



I decide it is time to eat that sweet pussy of yours but I want to keep up this highly erotic game.  I stand up and lead you across the room to sit next to her.  They watch us unsure for a moment but I kneel down in front of you, part you legs and kiss my way up your thigh, smiling at them before I dive into you sweet pussy.  They look at each other for a moment before he moves in front of her and takes his own dive.  We stay like this for a little bit, my face buried in your crotch with your skirt partially obscuring the view and he is the same with her.  However, we can’t see each other and thus the mirroring is lost.  I push your skirt higher so they can see how I am sliding my tongue up and down your slit, stopping to make a couple of circles around your clit before diving back down.  She moans at the sight so he is encouraged to follow along.  This goes on for a while, each of us taking the lead in our little game of follow the cunnilingus leader.  The two of you do not seem to mind this game one bit, even though we are making sure to tease you as much as possible without making you come.

It is redhead that first indicates it is time to move on; she whimpers, tilts his face up and indicates fingers.  He smiles, nods, looks at me and holds up two fingers before sliding them into her, leaning forward and sucking on her clit while pumping his fingers into her.  I smile up at you, show you my two fingers.  Your eyes spark with lust so I take that as a yes.  I slide them into you, savoring the velvety softness of your wet flesh.  I greedily suck and lick your clit while pumping my fingers into you.  I curl my fingers forward inside of you, wanting to pleasure you in every possible way.  Her breathing becomes more rapid, she is making small mewing sounds with every breath.  She reaches out and grabs your hand while her hips begin to buck.  Her eyes are closed but she opens them and looks over at you.  The intimate contact of hands and eyes pushes you over the top.  Seeing this beautiful woman next to you right on the verge of orgasm is enough to start your own.  Her body begins to shake and tense.  She squeaks out a moan as her body curls in then stretches out.  Within moments I can feel you begin to shiver and convulse.  I focus on my fingers and tongue, finding just the right spot to flick my tongue over.  You burst with a moan, grab my head with one hand and pull my face into you.

Finally you calm down, your orgasmic wave slowly ebbing out of you.  Still you and the redhead hold hands.  The two of you look at each other again.  She lifts your hand to her lips and lightly kisses the back of it.

The Subway

I am on the subway headed home.  It had been a fairly average day at work, nothing overly taxing or difficult.  I have an old science fiction book I have been reading but after a few minutes of trying to get involved in the story enough to escape the hum drum of my day I finally give up and put the book away.

I begin to look around a bit, seeing the sea of stranger’s faces, everyone staring off into nowhere; lost in their own worlds.  Sometimes I sit here and try to imagine what different people are thinking, where they are headed, what they have been doing.  Nobody in particular catches my eye or my imagination.  I can feel that I am sapped of my will to create; sapped of energy to be interested in anything; filled with that deathly apathy that colors the world gray and elongates a person’s face. 

There is the usual hustle of bodies as we stop at another station.  This is one of those stops where many people leave the train and few to none board.  On this particular day the car nearly empties and a single person steps on board.  She looks familiar to me but perhaps it is that false recognition of a stranger in a crowd.  I find myself watching her as she sits on the molded orange plastic bench across from me.   I am not sure why I am so compelled to watch her; she is not unusually good looking, at least not for this city so full of beautiful faces and sexy bodies.  Her clothes are not overly stylish nor overly revealing and sexy.  Still, I continue to watch her. 

I realize that the whole time I have been watching her she has also been watching me.  Our eyes meet and she smiles at me; a soft and friendly gesture.  I return her smile, unable to help myself.  I can see in her pleasant face that she too has had a quiet day at work and is sapped and hollow.  I am not sure how I know this except to say that it is in her eyes and in her face.  She recognizes the same in me.  The universe has seen fit to give us each a kindred spirit on the train, if only for this one ride. 

As we continue to communicate with our eyes and expressions I am surprised to find an erection growing in my pants.  My body is infused with the wonderful warmth of arousal.  I look at her and can see the flush in her cheeks as well.  For further confirmation of her aroused state I can see the two bumps of her hardening nipples through the light material of her blouse.  I look at her nipples in a pointed sign of recognizing her arousal.  She smiles in a bold way, not embarrassed.  I run my hand over the growing bulge in my pants, an inviting gesture to her.  She smiles and nods her recognition. 

My hand does not stop but instead I continue to caress my erection and look deep into her eyes; a dare.  She smiles and reaches up with one hand to caress and pinch one of her nipples.  I smile at her but direct my eyes down to the hem of her skirt, signaling to her what it is I want to see.  She smiles and nods.  I watch her as she pulls her skirt up, spreading her legs to give me a better view.  First I see that she is wearing stockings and not hose; I lick my lips and swallow hard in nervous anticipation.  With one more tug of her skirt she exposes the delicate pink satin of her panties.  I smile and nod my approval.  She smiles back at me as she begins to caress up and down her slit through the soft material.  It does not take long for the material to conform to her most delicate folds and reveal to me her shape. 

I return the favor by unzipping my trousers and reaching inside to caress my cock through the thinner material of my underwear.  With a slightly wicked grin I decide to move things along to a higher level; I fidget for a moment but quickly have my entire length out of my pants and on display for her.  I slowly caress up and down the entire length.  I lock her eyes with mine for a moment and she seductively draws her tongue across her lips, her sign of approval of my cock.  She responds by fidgeting herself and managing to pull her panties down and off.  With a simple flip of her foot the flimsy garment flies across the car and lands right in my lap.  I smile at her and nod my thanks.  She spreads her legs for me again and begins to display her moist pink lips. 

I take her panties and wrap the silky material around the shaft of my cock, allowing the swollen head to stick out the top in a lewd fashion, pointing at her as I slide the soft material of her panties up and down my swollen shaft.  She smiles at this and then concentrates on opening herself to me, showing me her most intimate places, letting me watch as she caresses her small fingers through her valleys.  I watch in fascination as she circles her clit and softly moans for me.  This whole time she stares at me with a lustful intensity that surges through my body.  Her eyes light up as my cock jumps with the excitement of her stare.  Like some erotic tower we build, one on top of the other, our urgency and shamelessness climbs and spirals out of control. 

I watch, panting in lust as she slides two fingers into her moist hole.  My cock jerks again with desire to replace those fingers and explore her within.  Her eyes narrow but do not close as she leans her head back, her hips gyrating into the rhythm of her fingers.  I match her rhythm with my own hand, both of us bumping our hips, slamming into each other from across the aisle, our long distance fuck heating out of control. 

At last I see her body tense and spasm as she climbs over the edge.  I speed up my rhythm, no longer holding back, and spew into my own hand and her soft panties.  We both jerk and spasm for a few moments, watching the other slide through the flow of orgasm, our own sensations heightened by the vision of the others pleasure. 

In dazed rapture we each begin to adjust and fix our clothing.  The spell is not lost for we continue to stare into each others eyes.  The train jerks to a stop and I get up to leave, to my delight so does she.  We walk out onto the platform and stand face to face.  I gesture to hand her back her panties but instead she closes my fist around them and takes my other closed hand in hers.  She opens my fist and licks my cum from my palm.  I reach around her and pull her to me for a single wet kiss.  When we part I reach into my bag and deposit her panties.  She reaches into her purse and pulls out her card; I pull out my card at the same time.  Without a word we exchange cards and are on our separate ways.  I plan on calling her as soon as I have another moment alone.