The Fire Escape:

The Fire Escape

Chapter Two

It was a lovely sunny day & I decided to go out and take a look at the building the fire escape was attached to as it was literally no more than thirty or forty feet from my windows. I had on a light floral summer dress which I liked to wear a bit above the knee and flip flops. I always have my toenails painted to match my fingers incidentally, it's just a presentation thing I have. Today they were fire engine red. There was a light breeze blowing which felt lovely on my bare legs and arms. As I approached the front on the building a door opened on to the escape from the first floor of the side elevation. A man stepped out, almost immediately lit a cigarette and took a deep breath in. He expelled a large cloud of smoke and lent on the railing facing my windows. He was around my age I guessed & quite good looking as far as I could tell from my fleeting glance at him as he saw my pass and I think he checked me out. I was sure from the height he was at and short distance from my house, he could see into my living room, kitchen and the back bedroom without any difficulty at all. As that thought crossed my mind, I felt a rush of adrenaline in my gut and a huge tingling sensation between my legs. I knew there would be opportunities to show off my wares and be a naughty minx in future.

I carried on walking to the front of the building and looked up at the façade. It read 'Grovehill Social Club'. I walked up the path to the front door and opened it. A bell rang as I did so proclaiming my presence to anyone inside. Ten feet from the door was a dark wood reception desk, flanked on the left by large green felt covered notice board detailing up and coming events while on the right, a wide staircase led up to a pair of imposing doors. A late middle aged man with a shock of silver hair & heavy black rimmed glasses was behind the desk. Looking up, he greeted me with a warm smile and asked, 'Hiya Pet, what can we do for you today'? I smiled back and said that I had recently moved into the area and wondered what the building was. He went on to explain that Grovehill had been a mining community from the late Victorian to the early post World War Two periods and this had been a social club for miners and their families. 'We've managed to keep it going all these years with good management, keeping the drink prices sensible and mostly in moving with the times with regards to acts we book, we still get good crowds'. he proudly stated. 'I'm Joe Oliver, Social Secretary here'. 'Pleased to meet you Joe', I'm Linda as I shook the hand he had extended. 'Where do your acts perform, there doesn't seem to be much room'? 'Upstairs Hinny, would you like a little tour'? I nodded yes & Joe pointed the way up the wide stair case, indicating for me to go first.

As I climbed the stairs, Joe was a few steps behind and I wondered if he was looking up my dress. I had little panties on but I hoped he was and I smiled inwardly. We reached the top and Joe opened the left side of the heavy doors to allow me through first. 'We opened this all out in the 1960s and kept the same rooms downstairs as office space & a meeting room for the committee.

The room I was in was the size of four or more large sitting rooms with tables & chairs neatly arranged 'pub style', there was a bar with a very well stocked gantry off to the right and a spacious stage area with a bank of floodlights on a scaffolding type rig above the front of it. The stage would easily hold a band playing music. Directly in front of the stage was a parquet wood dance floor. Between them both, they took up a quarter of the whole space. This large room appeared to have been freshly decorated in contemporary pastels with dark carpeting throughout. It really looked well cared for and a great space for socialising and entertainment. Although it was summer, it was a bit colder up here and I felt my nipples harden underneath the thin material of my light cotton dress. I had expected something along the lines of an old man's pub and I turned to face Joe to congratulate him on this unexpectedly great space. When I did, his eyes immediately fell to my breasts. He must've been looking for just a millisecond but it was obvious & neither he nor I could help it. My nipples became erect naturally & naturally Joe couldn't help himself from looking.

I have a 36D chest which is reasonably proportionate to my height, hips & waist measurements. Not quite hour glass but trim & shapely, I'd say. My areolas are symmetrically round and a dark pink in colour. They are quite pimply in texture. My nipples, when erect, protrude about a centimetre and are very noticeable when aroused. They are extremely sensitive and I often orgasm by just playing with them. In fact, I have a 'special' dog lead type chain with clamps I fitted to key fob split rings at each end and I can either wear that round my neck and put the clamps on my nipples which pull on my nipples quite hard & lifts my breasts up or I wear it low and attach it to chains I have that clamp on to my labia. I really enjoy that sensation. I pull particularly forcefully on the labia clamps and hold them as far apart as I can stand which in turn pulls down on my nipples. A three for one experience let's say. I can be quite rough when I play on my own.

Meanwhile, back in the physical realm away from my 'peculiarities' of which I have a few ... Joe was looking at my pert nipples for that brief second and appeared flustered and embarrassed that he had been 'caught'. I enjoyed the little thrill of him noticing, as I always did when men looked at me but I immediately put him at ease by carrying on as if I hadn't seen him and as I had wanted to, congratulated him on how well presented the space was. 'I can see myself coming in here for a drink and to see a band for sure', I said eagerly. 'You'd have to be a member Pet', Joe answered almost apologetically. 'How do I do that'?

Joe ran me through the membership cost which I thought was a paltry sum for what was offered, particularly with the price of drinks advertised on a few posters dotted around but I'd need to be sponsored by two members. I felt the disappointment rising when Joe said, 'well, I could be one and Mark's here too. He could be the other'. 'Mark'? I queried. 'Yeah, he's our new Treasurer, he was out having a smoke and taking his time about it, let me say'! Joe raised his eyes to the ceiling. 'I'll just get him'.

Joe disappeared through a door to the left of where we were standing leaving the door slightly ajar. I could see a corridor which I guessed maybe led to a storage area. Joe returned momentarily with the man I had spotted on the fire escape when I first approached the social club. 'Out having a tab, as per usual' Joe harumphed about his club colleague. Joe stood to one side as Mark came in behind him and he looked me up and down. Mark immediately apologised offering his hand and asking to be excused for his rudeness but that he hadn't seen such a lovely vision in a long time.

Mark was about six foot two, broad shouldered with a good build and was ruggedly handsome facially. He had mousey brown hair, blue eyes & a handshake that was firm, reassuring and if I was perfectly honest it caused butterflies in my stomach and that 'tingle' again in my rapidly dampening panties.

I laughed nervously as I shook his hand and we exchanged pleasantries as my nipples hardened again. Good God!! Can I not control myself. Mark glanced briefly at my breasts and to my undying shame, I blushed. I quickly regained composure and asserted myself by asking about becoming a member and the associated sponsorship which Mark agreed to act as co-sponsor. We ended the conversation with me arranging to bring in the joining fee & some proof of identity. As I left the social club, all I could think of walking the short distance to my house was, I was going to shower and give my self a seriously good seeing to that afternoon and evening with ALL my toys!......

TBC.