Last Saturday night, Pamela and I went to the "Electric Dream Café", an underground club at a secret location in town. It's an "almost anything goes" sort of club, and often there are live bands, BDSM demonstrations, and even a live sex show on occasion. That night, however, was a simple "meet & greet" dance, with a "sheer & see-through" clothing theme.
We hadn't been to the club in weeks, and we were due for a night out. Pamela was dressed to the nines, in black high-heeled boots, stockings and garters, and a sheer silk shirt over a tiny pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. She wore her long straight blonde hair loose, and she looked hot! We met up with a couple we know from the club, Margie and Dirk. After exchanging hugs, kisses and a groping hand or two, they introduced us to their friends.
They had brought along two couples, John and Vikki, and Bill and Zoë, and a trio, Ben, Tiffany, and Sophia. I greeted the gentlemen with firm handshakes and the ladies with gentle kisses to their hands. Jules was there, too. She's a good friend of ours, who sometimes shares our bed, and we greeted her with enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and gropes. Jules was decked out in a black bustier which showed off her amble bosom nicely, and fishnet stockings, with a long lacy-black open shirt trailing behind her.
We had great fun talking and laughing together, and I took Pamela and Jules out on the dance floor each in turn, for some quality grope time, and I was in a constant state of arousal, pressing my body up against these beautiful women. The music was a bit too loud, but we managed to carry on conversation when we were not dancing.
During sit-out times, while we talked to Dirk and Margie, and made plans with Jules for future get-togethers, my eye kept wandering over to Zoë. She was not dressed to theme, exactly. She wasn't really even dressed sexy (which is okay; neither is a requirement to get into the club), wearing black slacks and a simple loose-fitting button-up shirt. It was her face that drew my eyes to her. Very pretty, she was, with long dark-brown hair, pulled back off of her beautiful face. She had a lovely shy smile, and sparkling eyes. On impulse, I approached her, greeting her husband, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Showing her beautiful smile again, she said yes, and I lead her out onto the floor.
Making small-talk as we swayed to the slow sensual music, we held each other close. Zoë was (I guessed correctly) five foot ten, and she fit nicely in my arms. I kissed her on the neck, and wrapping my arms tightly around her, I told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked me, and complimented me on my "gorgeous blue eyes". Taking a chance, I kissed her again on the cheek, and made my way slowly to her sweet lips. She kissed me back, deeply, and encouraged, I let my hands explore her back, brushing the top of her luscious round buttocks, and up her sides, where I lightly brushed her lovely round breasts. The song ended much too soon for my taste, and with one final kiss, we went back to our seats.
Sitting back with an ice cold cola, I talked to Margie and Dirk, and watched as Pamela and Jules danced slow and close, kissing each other deeply. I was looking forward to the next time the three of us got together in private, and I fantasized about watching them each go down on the other, and on me.
I was left alone with my wonderfully filthy thoughts, as Dirk and Margie hit the dance floor, and Zoë got up and headed for the washroom. Bill was dancing with Vikki, and Ben Tiffany and Sophia were having a rhythmic cuddle in a far corner of the dance-floor, and John was chatting up a lovely young lady at the bar. Thoroughly relaxed, I enjoyed watching the randy crowd dancing and groping, but my eyes were torn away from the dance floor, when Zoë reemerged from the washroom. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a frilly black lace see-through teddy, and matching panties. Oh, she was lovely.
Meeting her halfway, I again asked her to dance. She smiled her lovely shy smile, and lead me to the floor. We slipped easily into each other's arms, as another sensuous dance tune began, and danced slowly together. We talked a little about mundane things (what each of us did for a living, and "how do you like the club? Oh, this is only your second visit?" that sort of thing), through most of one song, before letting our hands move tantalizingly over each other's bodies. Kissing me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth, she allowed me to squeeze her round fleshy buttocks, and slip my hands under her top, where I felt the bare flesh of her massive tits, and squeezed her hardening nipples. Our hips were pressed tightly together, and I began to realize that her height put our genitals at almost equal level. We dry-fucked right there on the dance floor, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Slipping my hand into her panties, I rubbed her lovely buttocks, while pressing my rock-hard dick into her crotch. Moving my hand around between our bodies, I slid my fingers alongside her very wet pussy lips, causing her to moan in my ear. I gently massaged her clit for only a few minutes, when the music stopped.
We had danced through three songs, but now there was a long silent gap, and the dance-floor was clearing. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her panties, and thanked her for the dance with a kiss. Both of our knees wobbling, we made our way back to our respective partners for a rest.
