There are things you want to try when you are far from home. We had gone to Amsterdam for a week, taking in the city with its canals and winding streets. On the third day of our trip, we went ahead with a plan we had worked on for a while. It was the realisation of a mutual desire. We walked down a street in the Red Light District, checking for the address on the phone's map app. A red neon sign marked our destination. We looked at each other, feeling the tension and excitement.
"Well, this is it," I said.
"Yes", you replied, your voice husky, "point of no return."
We passed the burly bouncer, and entered the club. A young woman in a booth checked our application, charged our Visa, and gave us a one-time members' card.
"You understand the rules? No photos, no unsolicited contact, no payment for services between members. Break them, and you're out."
We nodded, and were let into the club proper. The large room was dimly lit, and apart for a bar, there was a raised stage in the center of the room, tables arranged around it. On the stage was a low table, and on the table was a naked couple, fucking vigorously while the patrons looked on. Not all of them were watching, as they were busy with other activities. Nearest us, a woman bobbed her head up and down over the crotch of a man leaning back in his chair, eyes closed and hands grabbing her hair. The slurping sounds and moans could be heard over the techno music.
"Oh my", you said, squeezing my hand.
We made our way to the bar, passing people in different stages of undress. Behind us, we heard the couple on the stage climaxing, the crowd cheering and applauding. We ordered two glasses of wine and cast around for somewhere to sit. A table in a booth near one of the corners was unoccupied, and we sat down. The stage couldn't be seen from where we sat, but big screens showed the action. Three people, two men and a woman, took the stage, and began with her sucking one of the guys while the other licked her.
"Well," I said, "In contrast to ordinary bars, there's a certain honesty in what it's all about."
"Yeah", you replied, taking a sip of your wine while your hand started massaging my cock through my pants. I had some wine as well, and let my hand travel up your thigh and under your skirt. You wore no panties, and I wasn't surprised that your pussy was already wet. I dipped my fingers in your cunt and licked them. We kissed as we went on rubbing each other.
In the booth next to ours, we heard creaking and wet, slapping sounds as the couple there let things take their natural course. You looked at me and raised an eyebrow, hand still massaging my now throbbing cock. On the stage, the woman was standing on all fours while spitroasted, rammed by the guys in mouth and cunt.
"OK," I said, "heads, you start, tails, I do." I flipped a coin, caught it and slammed it down on the table. I lifted my hand. Tails. You purred and let go of my cock. I took another sip of wine, and went under the table.
I lifted your skirt, and you shifted your hips and parted your legs so I got better access. Your mound, freshly shaven, was glistening with your juices. I parted your lips with my fingers, pushed two fingers up your cunt and began rubbing your clit with my thumb. Leaning forward, I let my tongue run up and down the sides of your pussy. I felt you tremble. The whole situation had you so aroused, you could come any minute. Fingerfucking your wet hole, I attacked your clit. You cried out as you came, thrusting your sex into my face and shivering as the climax coursed through you. I licked you slowly while you felt the aftershocks. I crawled out from under the table and sat down next to you, licking my mouth.
