"It has been a long day." Sandra says to herself as she looks down at her mid-length skirt, conservative blouse, and flats. She hands her keys to the valet at the club as she murmurs under her breath, "I need a release."
Climbing the stairs, she searches her purse for her membership card. She finds it loose amongst all the other necessaries stored in the seemingly bottomless pit. Sandra doesn't like coming to the club dressed so casually, but after the endless meetings and phone calls in her job as an executive assistant, she didn't want to go home then double back for her evening's entertainment.
The doorman allows her entry into the grand foyer. It is busy on this Friday night. Sandra remains at the edge of the crowd, working her way to the hallway to the left of the foyer. She moves a few feet into an opening between cliques of chatting members in order to get a glass of champagne and quickly retreats back to the edge.
One thing that Sandra likes about this club is its layout of entertainment. The right wing allows members to participate in the activities. The left wing is more, intimate, for lack of a better term. Each room is for certain activities like in the right wing. However, it is more for exhibitionism. Once a room is taken by an individual, couple, or small group, no one else is allowed to enter. Members that want to be watched or participate in activities access the rooms from the first floor. Those who only want to watch, have the viewing rooms on the second floor in each wing.
The left wing is where Sandra is heading tonight. She just needs a quick release before going home.
Sandra reaches and moves down the hallway to the servant's stairwell at the end. Once upstairs, she moves down the corridor looking at the placards for each viewing area. Tonight, the viewing choices are: Hetero couple, male couple, female couple, threesome (2 males, 1 female), threesome (2 females, 1 male), master/sub, female masturbation, male masturbation.
She stands at the end of the corridor pondering her choices; trying to decide what she is in the mood for. After a few minutes, Sandra decides that she wants to feel full. She goes back down the hallway, to the third door on the left: male masturbation.
Only one of the six rooms is occupied. She takes the room furthest from the occupied one.
All the viewing rooms are decorated the same. The paint on the walls is dark. A small, dim light is over the door. Floors have a dark ceramic tile. They contain a plush armchair on a platform and a small table with tissues. One-way glass looks down into the room.
Sandra drops her purse in the chair as she moves to the window. Another nice feature of the club is the tech used to enter the main rooms. Members must use their member card to enter. In the left wing, when a member enters, they have the option of having their real first name displayed to those viewing their activities or they can put in an alias. The person below is identified as "Daniel."
Daniel is just settling in and positioning himself on a leather chaise lounge after placing his suit jacket on the back of the lounger. He appears to be in his late twenties and fit. His dark hair is cut short and he is clean shaven. To Sandra, his face resembles a younger Gerard Butler, but with a wider nose and rounder eyes. His wire-rimmed glasses are becoming on his face.
Daniel reaches to grab his beer from the chair-side table. He takes a long drink, emptying over half the glass. He sits back and relaxes for a minute, kicking off his oxfords.
He reaches up to his neck, removes his tie, and tosses it haphazardly over his shoulder to rest with his suit jacket. With nimble fingers, he opens the top three buttons of his light gray long-sleeve shirt exposing the top of his white undershirt. He idly strokes his chest over the shirt. His other hand is rubbing his thigh, slowly.
From her vantage point, Sandra can see the front of his pants begin to tent. She wonders what he is thinking about, who he is thinking about. She mimics his actions on herself, gently rubbing her chest above her breasts and caressing a thigh.
Daniel's hand is now rubbing a larger path from his neck to his belly. The tent in his pants is much more prominent now. The hand that was rubbing his thigh has moved to rub his cock through his trousers. After several strokes, he undoes his belt and opens the fly on his pants. He draws his hard cock out and pushes the front of his boxers down. He reaches in his pants and pulls his balls out.
