This is a story in progress. The end hasn't been determined and only two chapters are complete so far. After reading the second chapter, let me know which way you want this to go and I'll incorporate some of your suggestions.
*
She'd heard about the club through one of her online suitors. He told her that on Friday nights, single men were admitted but Saturdays were mostly couples. She made a mental note to check the place out on a Friday. She wanted the largest audience possible. It was one of those places where partial nudity is allowed, sex is in the air and you have to sign a release at the door. Both voyeurs and couples looking to spice up their lives descended on the club, mixing amicably with the swingers on the prowl. Single women were the minority and could expect a lot of attention.
The exhilaration of the cab ride was foremost in Susan's mind and she was replaying the experience, burning it into her memory. She knew she would recall it at a later masturbating session. As she made her way to the entrance, her knees were shaking. With each step, her pussy lips were sliding back and forth, well-lubricated by her brazen display as well as the soft touch of the cab driver. Had the ride lasted any longer, she might have jumped him. She felt herself on the verge of an orgasm but release would have to wait. Already one fantasy completed and who knows how many more to go. Her confidence was brimming and she felt sexy and desirable. With that, she opened the door and went to pay the cover charge, drop her coat at the coat check, and sign the release.
She entered the softly lit lounge and paused to let her eyes adjust and to assess the place. Off to the left was the bar, surrounded by small high tables and bar stools and to the right were booths. In front of her, Susan saw a small dance floor and more seating behind it. The DJ was in a glass booth at the back of the room. The music was loud but not so much that you had to yell to the person beside you. It was sexy blues music and the dozen couples on the floor were gyrating with abandon. As Susan continued to watch the dancing, she noticed a few of the women were in some state of undress. There was plenty of flesh on display and some breasts were visible. Leaning on the drink railing that surrounded the dance floor were a few couples but even more single men. Susan's heart fluttered at the opportunities. All these voyeurs in one place was an exhibitionist's dream.
First off, she needed to get a drink. Tonight called for a martini, dry and ice cold. It was a confident drink. One that required the consumer to truly appreciate the subtle flavour of the alcohol rather than the mixers so often used to dilute it. She turned left and approached the bar, taking long strides to strut her shapely legs and to slide her pussy lips back and forth some more. The feeling of nothing under her skirt was magical. As the air caressed her inner thighs, she felt another wave of pleasure build upon the ones that preceded it. Feeling sexy was a new and marvelous experience for Susan. She felt more alive than she had in years and it showed on her face. She radiated happiness and sensuality and raw sexuality.
Susan made her way between two men standing at the bar and waited to get the bartender's attention. She felt them looking down the V of her blouse and wondered if they could see her nipples. Turning her gaze to the same place as the men, she realized that the light from the back of the bar was shining on her blouse in such a way that her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric. Her buttons were undone to the strip of fabric joining the two sides of her shelf bra so her cleavage was on full display. Susan pulled her shoulders back and stood proudly for her admirers while the bartender took her order.
The fellow on her left introduced himself as Stan and the guy on the right was George. Stan was a tall man, maybe 6'2" with a slender build, a hook nose and a receding hairline. He was dressed as if he had come straight from the office and was around 50 years old. George was 35 years old, and shorter and stockier than Stan at 5'9". His thick fingers and calloused hands suggested he had a physical job. Stan asked if he could undo a couple more buttons and pull her blouse further apart. Susan thought about it for just a moment before giving him the go ahead. The bartender brought her martini and stood there with Stan and George while her breasts were slowly exposed. Stan and George each pulled one side of her blouse open and all three men stared at her tits. They stood there, nobody saying or doing anything, for a full minute until finally Susan broke the spell. She paid for her drink, pulled her blouse closed and walked away after flashing them all a big smile. She was shocked by her own behavior but also thrilled that she actually had the courage to do that. Three men were looking at her hardened nipples at the same time and she reeled from the rush it gave her.
After doing up her buttons, she made her way back towards the dance floor and put her drink on the railing while she swayed to the music and watched the sensual moves of the couples on the floor. She felt a pair of hands come from behind and slowly encircle her waist. Lips brushed against the nape of her neck. The touch was soft and sensual. Susan's back arched slightly as she leaned her head back to rest on his chest. The stranger whispered in her ear that he wanted to touch her breasts. His voice was deep and confident, almost demanding. Susan took his hands in hers and moved them upwards, placing them over her hard nipples, easily felt through the thin material. Oh my God, she thought to herself, I'm letting a completely unseen stranger touch me intimately. She never thought she'd go this far but it felt dangerously good.
Her eyes closed and she simply enjoyed the moment. He ran his fingertips over her nipples lightly and then cupped her breasts in his hands. She could feel him press his growing erection into the small of her back while he ran kisses down her neck. His fingers took hold of her nipples and he rolled them around, sending electric shocks straight to her pussy. Pinching, stroking, pulling, twisting, holding, and rolling her buds, the stranger was making her wetter and wetter. The expert attention he was lavishing on her nipples was sending her closer to the edge of orgasm and he maintained the momentum for what seemed like hours. She gripped the railing tighter, unsure of her stability in such a heightened state of arousal. Then the stranger whispered in her ear, "cum for me". Susan needed no further encouragement as a tingle spread outward from her core to her toes and fingertips. Her body shuddered and she let out a groan. The stranger felt her knees give out so he wrapped one strong arm tightly around her waist while she rode the wave.
When Susan opened her eyes again, she saw that Stan and George were on either side of her, their expressions giving away that they had witnessed the whole scene. They smiled and thanked her for the show. The stranger slipped his arm from around her waist, kissed her neck and cheek and whispered, "there will be more", then moved back into the crowd. More, Susan repeated to herself. More orgasms? More men? More what? She wondered who the stranger was. Never before had she gone over the edge simply by having her nipples played with. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her to make her putty in his arms. But then she admitted to herself that she hadn't really been much of a sexually-aware partner in her limited sexual experiences. She wasn't used to going over the edge under any circumstances.
