A few Fridays ago, I had nothing planned but a regular hookup. The guy was always decent so I was looking forward to it, but when another opportunity presented itself, there was no hesitation. A guy I met on Tinder, (I'll call him John) found me elsewhere and invited me to an event taking place that evening. It was usually a gay club but they were having an all-gender night. The only thing I knew about the venue was that all kinds of debauchery took place there, but that was enough for me to agree to go with him. Besides he was good looking, and from our banter seemed like he knew how to have a fun time. If nothing else, I would welcome the company while we explored the new setting together. We agreed he would pick me up and I set about getting ready.
3 hours later I was sliding into the black, strappy body suit I'd chosen, followed by a skirt so short it barely covered my ass. I completed the look with a pair of thigh high faux garter fishnets and a see-through black duster. *For modesty* I laughed to myself. Just as I was about to put on my shoes my phone dinged. It was him, letting me know he had arrived. After a minute or so of struggling with the closure I asked him to come in and help me put them on so we could leave.
I got up to let him in and stared when I opened the door. He was at least 10x hotter than his pictures. I'm a sucker for blue eyes and his light brown hair was a perfect compliment. My eyes ran up and down his body, covered in a simple black t shirt and jeans, appreciating the muscle tone; he was obviously no stranger to the gym. The instant attraction must have been mutual because he made a noise of appreciation and complimented my outfit upon sight. Trying to mask my reaction to him, I apologized for my messy apartment from moving and a long work week and sat on the couch, gesturing to the chunky black heels I'd chosen to wear.
"Some people would love to be in your place." I teased, offering a fishnet covered foot. "Yeah?" He took the first shoe "I think so." He quickly fastened the straps on both and I stood again, teetering a bit in the heels before finding my balance. "Are you sure it's not too much?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious. I still had to walk to his car, then to the venue and I looked every bit the slut. My tits were on full display, my skirt hiked up even further with every movement and the heels gave my hips a roll that screamed sex. Giving me another once over John shook his head. "It's perfect. Let's go."
Grabbing my coat and purse we walked to his car. A kid rode by on his bike and I pulled my duster closed, scurrying into the car. "I just flashed a child and there are 3 people coming this way, drive!" I begged, arms crossed over my chest. He laughed and pulled away from the curb, barely getting away before the strangers walking towards us saw me.
We made small talk while he drove, talking about what to expect. He had been there once out of curiosity but went alone and didn't stay long so had no idea either. I complimented him on his appearance and he followed with his own, remarking that he particularly liked my voice. I made a mental note to moan and dirty talk right in his ear later when we finally got around to fucking. Soon enough we arrived, and after a quick circle he parked. It was a regular brick building in the heart of downtown, no hint of what went on inside to be seen. Pressing the buzzer to get in, I felt the anticipation building. What would this night hold?
We stepped into a gray hallway with just an elevator. After a quick ride up, we were in a reception type area with a door. Beyond it I could see lockers. The receptionist was friendly, but when John asked about parking, he advised they didn't own the lot. He ran down to move so I paid the fee, was given a towel, a key for my locker, and went in to wait.
The minute I turned the corner there was a fully nude man walking by. I made eye contact and smiled. So, it WAS this type of event. After putting my purse away, I sat on a bench, watching men in either towels or fully nude walk past. Occasionally a glance would linger but mostly they seemed to be minding their business. A friendly woman in a corset appeared from another room and welcomed me, telling me I was open to join her later if I got overwhelmed. We exchanged a few more words until finally, my date reappeared and after stashing his items, we went to see what exactly this place had waiting for us.
The room directly ahead had exercise equipment and porn playing on the screen. We glanced around briefly, remarking on the vendors set up there (and the corseted woman and I winking at each other after she checked out my date) before continuing on our way. There were 5 floors total, and as we explored, I began to relax. Gloryholes were in several places, rooms with beds on 2 floors, a black lit space down a long hallway with a sex swing that led to a pitch-black maze and so much more. The thought of what we could walk in on was exciting. My partner must have been feeling the environment too because he would occasionally pull me against him, kissing me and running his hands over my body. I melted into him each time, relishing the aura of naughtiness that hung in the air.
"We should fuck." he whispered in my ear after he pulled away from another kiss. We were on the third floor and knew anywhere we went people would be watching. Another naked man strolled past, giving us a brief, curious look. "What about the room with the sex swing? There was a space we could play in. Or the roof?" I suggested. We smirked at each other in agreement and went back up the steps only to find it had started raining. While contemplating what to do we made out again, his kisses fervent and hot, almost like he was ready to stand in the rain and go at it right there. Reluctantly, I pulled away after a few minutes. "Let's go back to the room with the swing? There was a place that may work there."
