The first time they went, they were incredibly nervous. They didn't know what to expect - as is with anyone in a new situation. They walked in the door and were greeted by a security guard and friendly receptionist.
"Hello, welcome to the Green Door!" chirped the ever-upbeat Giselle.
Jenna cooled her nerves and kept eye contact with her.
"Helllloooooo!" replied her gentleman friend, Michael. His sing-song southern accent made both women immediately smile.
"Is this your first time visiting?" asked Giselle.
"Yes" replied both Jenna and Michael.
"Okay, well let me give you the run-down." She said, her arms gesturing as she spoke...
"There are changing rooms on this level, with lockers. If you brought a lock, great, if not, we can sell one to you. There are showers on this level as well, along with a hot tub, a couple of semi-private areas, and the couples-only room. You must enter and leave with your partner.
We enforce a strict Consent Policy. You may approach other guests and talk to them, and ask them if they would like your company. No means no. If you, or anyone else in the club, does not adhere to this policy, you will be asked to leave immediately. There are staff members walking about, as well as behind the bars, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask.
For your convenience, we have many items available for purchase, including bottled water, lube, condoms, and towels. Do you have any questions?"
Both Jenna and Michael shook their heads.
Giselle smiled warmly. "Well, then, have fun!"
Jenna grabbed Michael's hand and headed down the hall. They ducked into one of the changing rooms, and she collapsed onto his chest, giggling.
"Oh my god! What are we DOING?" she asked.
Michael smiled and kissed her gently on the lips.
"Baby, we're going to walk around. We're going to see what's going on. We might hang out on a couch. We might watch a couple get frisky. Some people might watch US get frisky... we'll just see what happens. No pressure. We can leave whenever we want. But let's see if we're vibing here... okay?"
She nodded. The fantasy of going to a "sex club" had always been a hot one, but the reality was a little nerve-racking.
They wandered the lower level - there wasn't anyone in the hot tub, but it was a cool low-lit room that seemed like it could be fun. There was a couple in one of the semi-private rooms, kissing. Jenna smiled to herself - they were probably nervous, too.
They wandered past the showers... definitely built for group-play. Dimly lit with blue lights, and no one in sight. Michael leaned in and whispered in her ear, "That looks like fun!" as he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Which immediately got hard. There was barely any fabric to the satin camisole she was wearing, and he knew just how to touch her. She sighed and turned towards him, kissing him as his hands slid under her top to fondle her. He pushed her against the wall, teasing her nipples until they were both rock-hard. She hadn't worn a bra or panties, figuring they would only get in the way.
His mouth left hers as he kissed up her jawline, which he knew drove her wild. With his lips on her ear and his hand sliding down her torso, he whispered, "I bet you're already wet, aren't you, kitten?" His right hand slid under her skirt and up her thigh. Jenna squirmed to try to get away, but with her back literally against the wall, she had nowhere to go. She clamped her thighs together. His fingers played in her soft curly pubes as he whispered, "Come on, baby. Let me see just how hot this is making you..."
She relaxed her thigh muscles, and he slipped 2 fingers right inside her. She didn't disappoint. He loved how quickly she got so incredibly wet.
"Should I fuck you here, against this wall?" he asked, his fingers pumping into her.
"Aaaahhhhh," she moaned, her body electric with anticipation.
"That's not an answer," he said, now pressing his thumb against her clit. "Do you want to cum now?"
She bit into his shoulder, pressing her pussy down against his hand.
"Yes!" she moaned, rocking back and forth.
"I told you," he said, gently biting her neck, "you're in charge tonight. I will do whatever you want... and nothing you don't."
"Uhhh," she groaned, humping against his hand harder, "I want you to make me cum. Now. I need it..."
He loved how greedy she was, and how quickly she could cum. He could already feel her tense. His fingers pumping into her, his thumb against her clit... "Harder!" she whispered.
He kissed her hard, while his hand slapped into her, again and again. He felt her tense and start to shake, but he didn't stop. He knew this first one was just a starter. He fucked her straight through that orgasm and right into the next.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried, bucking against him. He loved how responsive her body was, and how he could get her to cum like a freight train.
"Oooh.... Oooohhh..... Oh! OH! OOOOHHH" she cried into his shoulder as her body convulsed. She collapsed against him, panting. He kissed her forehead and mentally patted himself on the back. His fingers slipped out of her pussy and gently stroked along her slit as she regained normal breathing.
Smiling, she looked into his eyes and shook her head, as she asked, "Seriously?"
Michael smiled and kissed her and said, "Yes. Seriously. And that's just the beginning. Come along, my little minx," he said, grabbing her hand.
They walked back through the front area, and then upstairs. They walked past another couple who was sitting on a loveseat, watching the porno that was playing on the wall tv. There was a bar, some large round tufted ottomans, surrounded by beaded curtains, a few semi-private corners... and as they rounded the corner, Jenna was faced with the Dungeon room. (Ironic, since it was on the second floor, but she'd always been a literal type.) A Saint Andrew's cross with restraints, a spanking bench, and a wall of various instruments - floggers, riding crops, blindfolds, restraints.
There were couples scattered about, kissing or talking or watching the porn that was playing on the tv's.
She leaned into Michael and whispered, "No one seems to be... DOING anything."
He smiled. "The night is young. Maybe they're just shy. Maybe they're not as incredibly horny as you...?"
She swatted his arm, playfully. "Oh, please. You love it and you know it."
Michael grabbed her chin, looked directly into her eyes, and said, "I wouldn't want you Any Other Way. You are my living, breathing fantasy. Never change."
Jenna kissed him as chills ran down her spine, ending in a tingling explosion in her twat. Sometimes it pissed her off that he knew EXACTLY how to get to her. But usually, it just succeeded in getting her incredibly turned on.
A single guy walked past her.
"Um, I didn't know there would be single people here," she said, watching him walk around the corner. "I thought this was a Swingers Club?"
Michael shrugged. "The website said all were welcome, but I figured that singles might feel awkward. I guess that guy doesn't."
