A continuation of our real life experiences as we explored our sexuality.
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Our sex life took on a new twist. Upon returning from a night high school football game, I found Kristen at the computer. She told me that she had been chatting with some people who told her about a new club for adults. She was told that the club had a bar, DJ, and buffet. She also informed me that the woman usually dressed in sexy outfits. I asked her what that meant. Kristen said the couple she was chatting with said the woman usually showed quite a bit of skin. Many wore short skirts, skirts with deep leg slits, very low cut tops, and skimpy blouses.
Kristen asked me if I wanted to go. I was eager and asked her when. She replied, "Tonight." I was in shock. It was already 9:00 and the club was almost an hour away, but I was game. Kristen went off to change into an appropriate outfit. She appeared a short time later wearing a short black skirt that had a slit way up her thigh. She wore a sheer white blouse with a blazer over it. To my delight, she wore no bra or panties. The blazer, she informed me, would be worn until she felt comfortable enough with the crowd to remove it. We were off!
We arrived at the club at 11:00; we signed in and paid our membership fee. The place was crowded, but we discovered a table for two along the side of the dance floor. The music was blasting to what I call a bump and grind beat. That was exactly what most people on the dance floor were doing... very slow grinding with legs entwined and hands caressing everywhere.
The women were hot indeed! The outfits left little to the imagination. There were breasts and legs everywhere. Kristen was ready to take her blazer off within the first ten minutes. She was so hot. You could clearly see her breasts through the flimsy fabric. Her nipples were sticking out like erasers.
We moved to the crowded dance floor and joined in. I loved feeling Kristen's ass as we danced. I let my hands roam up and down her sides, finally edging in toward her breasts. I wasn't sure what her response would be to me feeling her up in public like that. She didn't mind at all. I think she was so absorbed in what the others were doing that our actions seemed innocent.