We arrived at the club early, probably about 9pm, there were very few cars outside and as we left our coats in the cloakroom it didn't look too busy. I nervously felt for his hand as we walked up the corridor to the bar, we had talked about this for so long, but now to actually be here almost didn't feel real. I wore a short, black dress, which barely covered my stocking tops. Not something I would wear normally. The underwear was new tonight, Hunter had bought it as a special surprise and presented it to me about an hour before we left. A quarter cup black lace bra that forced my breast up and together, while leaving the nipples totally exposed and a matching suspender belt with beautiful black stockings. When I asked where the panties were he told me I wouldn't be needing them.
My nipples were now aching from being erect for so long. The soft fabric of my dress rubbed over them gently as I walked, each movement moving across the delicate flesh and causing more arousal. I could also feel my exposed ass being barely covered and the idea of anyone knowing I was commando turned me on further.
We walked into the bar room and ordered a couple of stiff drinks. We had had a bottle of wine with dinner before leaving the house, but the fleeting slightly fluffy feeling was wearing off now and I needed Dutch courage like never before. We chatted about nothing in particular while sitting on high stools in the dimly lit bar. As the drinks flowed Hunter's hands started to wander and I felt his hand on the top of my thigh, the tip gently following the edge of my stockings and tugging gently on the suspender straps, 'I don't know why you don't wear these all the time.' He commented. 'Because I know the effect it has on you and your cock, I'd never get anything done!' I reached forward and stroked up his leg until I found the bulge in his loose fitting trousers. Slowly, but firmly I rubbed back and forth until I could hear his breathing change and he dug his finger tips into the top of my leg. 'Stop. Lets take a look around shall we?'
I winked at him and slid off the stool, letting him take my hand and guide me back out of the bar and into the corridor. While we had been sat at the bar, several other couples and single men had come in, got drinks, sat in small groups or simply with each other, or left again to go elsewhere, where? We didn't know, but we were sure as hell about to find out.
The first room we came to was a small cinema room, with large bean bags laid out on the floor and no lights other than that coming off the screen. We both paused and watched the image on the screen, trying to decide if this was for us, the blond woman on the screen before us was being fucked by a man while a woman licked her clit, I know Hunter liked this kind of thing, so I took the lead and pulled him towards a vacant bean bag. He didn't resist.
I let him sit on the giant soft cushion and get comfortable before I sat in front of him, between his legs, both of us facing the screen, his chin resting on my shoulder. There was a number of other people in the room, although I couldn't see precisely how many, but I could hear them. Whispering and even the odd soft, quiet moan, although the moans coming from the large speakers drowned most of it out. Hunter moved my hair away from my neck and began slowly kissing from my ear down to my collar bone, I fix my eyes on the screen and relax back against his chest. I put my hands on his knees and gently stroke his strong legs. His hands circle my waist and draw my back against him, I can feel the hard bulge of his cock digging in my back and I gently rub my body against it. He slides one hand across my belly to my leg and slowly down to the hem of my skirt, before slowly moving back up, bringing it with him. I gasp quietly as I feel him exposing naked flesh at the top of my leg, as his teeth nibble behind my ear. The other hand, now holding my hair out of his way, grips my curls and pulls my head back further, stretching my neck and allowing him to kiss me deeply. He holds me like this as his right hand reaches my pussy. My breathing is now shallow and rapid at the thought of what he is going to do next, I just want him to sink his fingers into my tight, wet hole, but he's not, instead pausing, hand cupping my hot, aching sex. 'I know what you want, you dirty girl!' He whispers into my mouth, 'But I want you to ask me for it!'
