Date night the club
Date night the club
| Sex Story Author: | Boler |
| Sex Story Excerpt: | She started to sway her hips back and forth, grazing against my growing erecetion. Taren was lowering herself and I |
| Sex Story Category: | Exhibitionism |
| Sex Story Tags: | Diary, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Wife |
Date night part 2 [MF] [CLUB] [NSFW]
The club.
Now this club caters to a more mature and open minded clientele. Most were in their mid to late 30’s and up, real gen x types with a sprinkling of early millennials. When I say open this club is known for alternative live styles, swingers, gay, working girls and boys, and because it is primarily Gen X. No body gives a fuck! if you are cool you are cool have a good time.
Now if there is one thing I love it is people watching. so we grab a couple of seats at the corner of the bar so we can see who enters, the dance floor, and most of the club. This place is truly great. Poorly lit, live music by a Terence Trent D’Arby coverband, and lots of dark areas with booths in them. The owners of this place knows exactly what goes on and the hotel benefits from “spontaneous bookings”.
I ordered Taren her first drink. She had some wine at dinner but I wanted to “release her inner freak a bit” just enough to get her feeling herself but not so much that we get up to our room and she passes out leaving me to have to resort to feeling her up and jerking off. Don’t worry she knows that I do that sometimes and she is cool with it.
The music is decent and the crowd is eclectic, we sit there watching the bodies dancing touching and sliding against one another. All around the room there are people conversing having a good time. Guys and girls flirting with each other. over in the corner booth we see a couple kissing and a feeling each other up. The man has his hands inside her blouse pawing at her tits. You can clearly see that he is pinching her nipple and her head is pitched back with her mouth open. Her hand was in his lap slowly stroking up and down.
Then you saw the table move and a drink fall to the floor. It was clear that someone was under the table. Now we know why she is showing her O face. While she is panting clearly coming down his head goes back and he is rolling it back and forth. His companion gets on her knees and fixes her skirt, grabs his head and starts kissing him. His arm is under the table pumping up and down, then suddenly he stops and his whole body jerks a bit then he relaxes.
Taren and I were looking on enjoying our voyeuristic guilty pleasure. We had unconsciously moved closer to one another and I was stroking her legs which she parted just slightly so I could slide between her thighs and feel those smooth stockings. Only slightly because regardless of how she dresses when she is with me and we are seeking fun she is truly a very modest mom and church lady type. Yes, I know what they say about the church lady types and for the most part it is true.
Taren had leaned forward to say something to me when something caught her eye and all she could say was ” Oh My” as we saw a young man that appeared to be in his 20’s climb out from under the table. Like I said open minded.
Taren then turned her attention back to me and kissed me deeply as I slid my hand further up her skirt. Soon the bartender came over and asked if we were good. We broke our kiss and L put her hand on my chest and pushed me back and ordered another drink, said we would be right back she wanted to dance, he said we could leave our stuff there it would be fine here and we went to the dance floor.
The band was playing we don’t have that much time together, This song has a Latin flair to it that she just loves and we made that little section of the dance floor ours. Whenever we dance she tends to stare intently into my eyes the whole time. She is clearly trying to posess my very soul with her gaze. To any on lookers it is clear that at that moment no one else exists just the two of us and the melody. Pulling her close we go into an improvised Tango. Taren turns in my arms throws her arms around my neck as my hands explore her body. We were now the ones putting on a show being watched. when her back was to me she raised her arms in the air. My hands glided up her hips and I lightly tugged on her skirt raising the hem slightly exposing the tops of her stockings.
Taren was really starting to feel herself as well as the eyes of everyone in the club watching our seduction.
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