Let's see, where should I begin... many years ago when I was a little wild and single I had a pretty erotic experience.
Let's start with my lover at the time...
He's an average guy with a conservative nature. Nice build, good wit and a charmer. Oh yes, he has a wild sensuality about him (probably because he has to act so straight-laced for his work all the time). Confident... likes to dwell into deep sensual experiences with me... likes it, too, when I dress sexy and show off my legs when we go out, especially if I wear nylons with the cotton panel sliced open. This drives him wild and puts me in the driver's seat in many ways.
It was a cool, breezy Thursday evening in late fall. We had both put in a long, hard week so far and didn't have to be to work the next day until late morning. Around seven or so he suggested we go to the local jazz club in downtown Sarasota and meet up with a couple friends. I agreed.
Now this jazz club used to be an old speak-easy during prohibition. The second floor had private rooms for gentlemen to "entertain" their lady friends. This place is infused with tawdry history and was restored to its original décor around 1990. It was used to shoot some scenes in the movie Palmetto with Woody Harrelson in 1998.
The ground floor is dimly lit. It's a large, long room with a lot of hand carved wood panels and a high ceiling with embossed metal tile. A jazz band plays at one end and people either dance on the wood dance floor or sip their drinks at the high tops while taking in the Gatsby style ambiance.
As you walk up the curving staircase to the second floor, you sometimes get the feeling of going back in time to an era of romance, intrigue and mystery. The second floor has three areas separated with large double French doors that are usually open. One area is the bar where the finest selections of single malt Scotch can be found on the Gulf Coast of Florida. The second section adjacent to the bar is the billiard room with two pool tables. There is usually a selection of men ranging from young banker types in their wingtips and pinstripes to the rugged looking, bad-boy types. This is the place where both intermingle with ease. If the mood is right, a woman with a well turned heel, short hemline, and curves can sense the carnal tension in the room as she enters. Arousal can permeate the atmosphere...
The third area is a large private lounge area with dark leather easy chairs and sofas all around. They are positioned in a series of "U" shapes for small groups or couples to lounge in with semi-privacy while enjoying the bone-thumping music from downstairs, the clacking of the billiard balls in the next room, or the intimacy of each other's charms. At the far end of this room is a large sofa facing the back wall with a fireplace. Behind this sofa is a small table with large vases of flowers which, if you're positioned just right, can afford you privacy if desired.
The more I thought about the jazz club, the more aroused I got. My lover tossed on a pair of black jeans, dark boots, and a white tux shirt with black studs. I went to my room and slid on a clingy, above-the-knee dark dress with a vent up one side. It had a snug fit so I decided to go sans a bra. I slithered on a pair of smoky-gray sheer stockings. They had a French-cut panty with a strategically placed opening snipped in the cotton panel. The thoughts of having my neatly shaved mound covertly exposed through my pantyhose sent tingles up my back. I slipped on my black ankle straps and we were good to go.
We drove with the top down letting the cool, salty beach air lazily tussle our hair about. My lover was looking pretty hot. I was getting excited as I checked him out. He focused on the road. His fingertips were lightly stroking my inner thigh through my nylons as he drove. Tingles.
The band was just getting warmed up as we strolled in. Light crowd. I had a red wine while my lover sipped a scotch. I sat on a stool crossing my legs... letting my dress fall away from my thighs along the vent. The dim light caught the sheen of my stockings in a seductive manner. A couple of guys at the bar took notice. The band was playing a lot of Mississippi-Delta blues tunes. It was the type of soul-moving music that arouses in my body a thirst for some lustful action between my legs... soft, warm tongue... or a hard sticky cock.
After an hour of sultry dancing with my lover and a couple of his friends, we meandered up the stairs to the second floor. I sensed their eyes glued to my legs as I sensuously took each step with a slow, deliberate sway to my hips... I was thoroughly in the mood to be salaciously taken.
Light crowd upstairs. Must have been downstairs soaking in the sounds of that wailing harmonica as if Muddy Waters himself was performing.
A few guys were around the pool table with sticks in hand concentrating on their next shot. A couple of leggy blonds were at the bar. Two or three guys surrounded both. The animal pheromones were definitely in the air.
Randy, the bartender, was a friend of my lovers and they yakked for a few minutes. While waiting for our drinks, I sensed my body being gazed upon with warm desire. I heard no clacking of the balls behind me. I casually shifted my hip to allow my skirt to open along the vent revealing my leg with that hint of sexy sheen from my stockings. I hungrily looked my lover in his eyes as we took the first sips of our drinks. He stroked the small of my back and gave me a light kiss on the lips as he rose to put his name on the player sheet. He was far down the list.
We meandered to the lounge with the sofas. I felt every fluid sway of my hips being enjoyed by the men behind me. I could feel their fantasy to penetrate me building. My body was feeding on their salacious desire.
We positioned ourselves on the far sofa facing the fireplace. No one was near us. Good privacy. My lover sat close to me and took my drink from my hand and placed it on the table behind us with the settings of flowers. The fire flickered and crackled. He faced me... leaning toward my mouth... locking his lips to mine. I felt the moist heat rise within me. His fingers traced around my knee and up my thigh... inching slowly up my leg along the vent in my dress... gliding smoothly on my stockings... making little waves of electricity radiate from my groin up to the back of my head.
He was observing our privacy so I closed my eyes to focus on the intensity of my arousal. His breathing got got heavy.
His fingers made contact with my mound through my vented pantyhose... he started toying with my outer lips... dipping his finger in my wetness... making contact with my button... swirling around and making little circles of pleasure around it. I felt wetness ooze from my opening. He could feel my arousal and body heat increase. It was driving him crazy knowing how torrid I was becoming.
He eased me back on the leather with his free hand and continued to message my outer lips and button. Waves of excitement overtook me as he pushed two fingers into me. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of the men playing pool craving to grope and penetrate me with promiscuous desire as my lover pushed further and deeper into me.
He brought his hands down to my hips and worked my legs further apart, caressing my legs through my sheer nylons. He glanced around then eased himself down between my legs. He kissed and licked his way up my inner thighs... licking higher until I could feel his hot breath on my lips. Finally his tongue made contact with my sweltering slit... flicking around my button... then easing down firmly along my opening... top to bottom... then back up... flicking around my button... kissing it... light sucking... tingles... My nipples hardened and breathing became laborious. I eased my legs wider as he licked sensuously at my sweltering pussy... moaning... I could feel the floor thumping from the music downstairs. His fingers and hands were working up and down my legs caressing every muscle as his tongue probed me. He sent shock waves through me as he lightly pinched my clit between his tongue and teeth.
He would pause every once in a while to look over the sofa to check if we had an audience.
After a while we sat up and made out some more. I could taste the raw eroticism of my horniness on his lips and tongue. We sipped our drinks and kissed some more. He was fondling his ice cubes and inserted one in my mouth during a kiss. He took another sip and eased me back. He moved down my cleavage and further still to my legs... I felt his lips make contact with my opening again. He darted out his tongue... an icy jolt went through me. His tongue was chilled from his cubes. He started to lick at my wet slit cooling me with his cool tongue. I groaned with pleasure as he probed deeper and deeper. I felt instantly a torrid yearning to be penetrated in all of my openings... more shivers... salacious thoughts... My cravings were getting more animalistic with each passing moment. He stopped and took another sip while looking me over... I could feel his lust.
His name was called out. We walked to the billiard room and got a refill. I felt wetness ooze from my slit and soak into my stockings as we walked. From the corner of my eye, I saw the guys at the pool tables behind us ogling me with hunger.
"Partners?", my lover asked.
"Yeah, sounds good." Was the reply
Winners break so we watched our opponents play for a while. My lover and I love to win so we had to focus our thoughts - which was pretty hard for me with my body flush with lustful desires. I was still shivering a little from the icy action.
My turn to shoot rolls around.
