=====Overside Virgins - Nicki's story=====
We went to this club in Paris. Sasha took us.
It wasn't a regular club but a swinger's club - 'club libertine' they call it here. It was my first time and I was nervous, a situation which wasn't helped by the fact that, not thinking, I'd worn trousers. When it was explained that the dress code for ladies was "skirts only" I watched in admiration as Sasha took control of the situation - two minutes later I found myself in the ladies toilets having my trousers exchanged for a rather revealing skirt by one of the hostesses. All this would have been okay if I hadn't been wearing short boots - much to my embarrassment I had to hoist the socks I was wearing (David's) as high as I could so that it might appear as if I was wearing over the knee tights - mind you, at forty four years old, even that's pretty dodgy.
After going through the usual (although I didn't know it then) routine of handing in absolutely everything to the staff behind the desk on the door, we went downstairs and made our way past the bar to the short flight of steps leading to the buffet area. As we were quite late, there wasn't much left, but we helped ourselves and sat down to eat. It seemed very quiet in the buffet area, but then a couple came in and sat down with their drinks, I noticed her most - oriental, long glossy hair, sophisticated - giggling quietly with her companion - probably at my stupid boots I thought. I was soon to forget about my boots or anything else I was wearing, as I began my journey into the 'overside'.
After we'd eaten, David took my hand and led me back down the steps, past the bar, taking my drink from my hand as we went and placing it on the counter. Before I could object, we'd passed from the bar area into a dimly lit passageway which seemed to have a series of rooms leading off. We stopped at the first one on our left, which had soft seating down either side and a large circular platform in the centre. On one side, a man was standing with his back to the room, legs apart, trousers round his ankles, hands moving up and down in rhythm as he caressed the head of a woman sitting on the couch in front of him whose full concentration had been given over to the blow job she was expertly administering. Around them stood what I estimated to be at least five guys, all with their cocks out, masturbating, waiting for their turn. David, who could see that I was clearly fascinated by the scene before me, took hold of my hand and led me closer, so I could see her, eyes closed, glossy lips sliding up and down his hard, glistening cock. We watched for a while before David whispered quietly in my ear "come with me".
I took hold of his hand and followed him along the passageway, feeling like a sightseer as my guide pointed out the places of particular interest on our tour.
There was a room with a door and a window. The door could be locked from the inside, whilst the window only offered a view to those standing outside. I imagined myself in there with David making love to me - people watching us, maybe getting turned on.
I felt a shiver of excitement as he led me further down the passageway, stopping at the entrance to a room housing a soft couch with a cubicle type contraption at one end of it and a set of handcuffs on chains attached to the far wall. I made a mental note of these, wondering whether I would be adventurous enough to try them later.
We continued down the passageway, past a reclining area set into the wall, fronted by bars, until we found ouselves in a room which was darker than the passageway and considerably more crowded than the other areas we'd been in. The concentration of the crowd drew my attention to a line of bars against which people were pressing. as we got closer, I could see that the men around the bars were wanking their exposed cocks, whilst several were putting their free hand through the gaps to caress what I could now make out as a pair of writhing bodies, limbs entwined, exploring pleasure zones.
I felt incredibly turned on and, as David pulled me close and ran his tongue over my lips before thrusting it into my mouth, I was thrilled to realise that he felt the same. As we kissed passionately I felt a hand push my skirt up and run along the back of my right leg. Both David's arms were holding me tightly, so the hands had to belong to someone else. Instead of pulling away, I moved my bum slightly to let him know that I was enjoying what he was doing whilst leaning more heavily into David. I pulled my mouth gently away from his so I could whisper "someone's stroking my bum" in his ear. I felt him look over my shoulder and wondered what he could see. Half of me wanted to turn round, but I knew it would be a mistake to give up the thrill of the stanger's feathery touch against my skin. David found my mouth with his again and we kissed and caressed each other whilst one, them two hands softly stroked my thighs and bum.
