Sheri and I had "met" on the internet. We both had the same sort of things on our minds, although not exactly the same. She had once been a model, but now was past the point age-wise where she could command the sort of work she once had. She was still damned attractive, the sort of woman that every guy wanted to get naked with. She oozed of sexuality. Her thing had to do with knowing that she could not only still turn heads, but make guys cum as well.
I had some very specific plans for her. The first time we got together, it was at a smallish bar/restaurant on the avenue. She wore a halter top, short denim skirt, and sandals with straps that crisscrossed almost to her knees. We both had martinis and as hers began to take hold she leaned forward so that her tits would show. They weren't huge and were a little on the droopy side, but I still thought it was really hot the way she wanted me to see them. At one point I reached over and slipped a hand inside her top to caress and cup one. She just sat there with her eyes closed and a smile.
After a second round, I told her to go to the men's room and wait for me there. In this place there are two tiny restrooms that face each other across a short hall off the main dining area. After a minute or so I followed and once inside the diminutive space, I undid her halter so that I could see and play with her titties. I sucked on them for a bit, then told her I wanted to see her pussy.
She pulled the skirt up to her waist, revealing no panties and a shaved snatch. I stroked it for a while then stuck a finger into her juicy hole before unfastening my jeans. Before I could get the zipper all the way down, Sheri took over, sinking to a squat so that she could take my member in her mouth. She was a damn good cocksucker and before long I blew my load down her throat. We both re-dressed, she slipped out, then I followed shortly after. When I got back to the bar, she was nowhere in sight and I thought maybe I'd blown it. (Actually now that I think about it, it was more like the other way around.)
That night we reconnected on the internet and she told me she thought that it had been perfect as far as she was concerned -- quick and dirty was how she liked it. We made plans for a return to the scene and eventually ended up doing it twice more, once pretty much the same scenario, and the second time we actually fucked. We also met up early one evening at a "meat market" out in the suburbs. That time we more brazenly just went into the men's room, locked ourselves in a stall and fucked, her bent over with me tapping her from behind.
But the best time was when we met up at the athletic club. A nudist group here in town takes it over one Saturday night each month during the winter. They used to do this at an old YMCA (really) but for the last couple years have been using the club. The whole place is available for nude recreation -- swimming pool, Jacuzzi, steam and sauna rooms, treadmills, there's usually a nude volleyball game in the gym and a massage table set up in one of the lounges.
I've gone a couple times on my own. It's really great fun just to get naked with other people in the middle of the winter like that. Nothing had ever happened when I was there, but I'd heard stories.
Sheri and I got talking about those evenings on one of those occasions when we were having our "adult beverages". I'd never noticed her, but she said she had been to the events several times. There was a guy she knew who just loved having her join him in the jacuzzi and stroke his cock until they couldn't stand the heat any more. He enjoyed having her play with his member under the bubbles, but he also liked it when they would get out. Everyone knew what was most likely going on under the surface, so it was no great surprise when he would step from the tub sporting a big stiffy. He was able to get away with parading around in front of every one like that.
She said that was all that ever happened, but it did get me thinking. I asked her if she'd join me for the next event, which was a week away. She laughed and told me she'd be delighted to. We made arrangements for exactly what time and each headed our separate ways.
That next Saturday we met in the vestibule of the club, signed in and both headed for the women's locker room. I always get a kick out of that part -- strolling right in, finding a locker, and stripping naked right there in the women's locker room. We grabbed towels and headed for the pool, to watch and to also be seen. The mix of males to females was about 3 to 1 and I would guess that there was somewhere in the neighborhood of 70 or 80 people there that night. Of all the women, Sheri was the only one sporting a smooth shaven snatch. Aside from one guy, she was also the only one with rings hanging from pierced nipples. There were a handful of others with tattoos of some form or another. Hers was comprised of four letters in gothic script positioned on her lower abdomen that said "LOVE". I noticed that her pudendae were puffy and distended and her nipples were like rigid thimbles. I licked my chops.
In the room with all the treadmills several people were each doing the road to nowhere thing, all with either tits or penis jiggling away as they did. We passed through and around the corner to the rooms where the exercise machines and free weights are located. These spaces are rarely used at all during the nude events and the lights are mostly off, only an occasional fixture lit. Just inside the broad entryway I led us to the left where there was a dimly it corner, less than twenty feet from where the treadmill walkers were jiggling away.
Sheri knew what I had in mind and laid her towel down on the floor to kneel on. As her face approached my groin I rapidly got hard and as soon as her lips wrapped around the head of my cock I was all the way there. Sucking away she brought me almost to the point of ejaculation in no time at all. I kept thinking that someone might stumble across us there but no one appeared. I had decided that if someone did I was going to paint her face. I ended up holding on for later.
