He stood up when he saw me coming towards him. Something half-way between a grin and a leer on his face. Kissed me gently and whispered in my ear "You look beautiful... and you smell like sex". Quickly, I slipped my hand down to the front of his trousers and felt the thick, half-hard, heavy cock there. Felt a sudden awareness of my clitoris again. We sat down and grinned at each other. He poured me a glass of wine and, wordlessly, knowingly, we clinked glasses and drank. We sat for a long time, not talking, just collecting our thoughts and looking at each other ... then Chris asked how I was feeling. I told him – nervy, but not in a bad way ... distracted ... horny ... He gave me a smile that was so lecherous it took my breath away.
He ordered some food and we moved to one of the booths where the tables were set for dinner. I sat in the corner and was surprised when Chris sat next to me instead of opposite me. Suddenly very nervous again, I rested my head on his shoulder for a second ... and felt his hand, out of nowhere, on the inside of my knee, moving upwards to the warm skin where the stocking ended. In a low, smiling voice, he murmured "Stockings, eh?" – and at that moment the food arrived and his hand withdrew. One of those big plates of things to share, and we both made a good attempt at it, knowing that even though nerves and excitement made eating difficult, it was going to be a long evening. Possibly very long ...
Feeling like clueless teenagers, we'd spent the previous weekend searching the internet and local listings magazines for suitable bars and clubs. We'd found two, one a ten-minute walk from the other, that looked as though they might be what we were looking for. We'd booked a room in a hotel that was close to both bars. Now we went up to the room and shut the door. Chris grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. Kissed my neck and whispered "Baby, you can say no at any point. You know I love you". In response I moved my hand over the outline of his hard cock and kissed his throat. I moved over to the bed and bent over, my weight on my hands, and looked over my shoulder at Chris. He grinned and walked up behind me. Slipped my skirt up and over my hips and ran his hands up the backs of my thighs. I was just about to stand up when I felt his thumbs being hooked through the sides of my g-string. Surprised, I let him pull it down and I stepped out of it. He held it up in front of my face ... "This isn't very clean is it, after what you've been thinking about all day? I thought that might happen, so I went shopping at lunchtime". I stood up and turned to see him get a bag out of his briefcase. He pulled out a g-string made of very fine, open black lace, and handed it to me, told me to step into it but not pull it up. I did as he said and waited. He dropped to his knees in front of me and looked me in the eye. "I think I need to clean you up ..." and his mouth was on me, licking inside and around my wet cunt, avoiding my clit. He licked just enough to clean me up and then he pulled something else out of the bag ... oh Christ ... it was one of those love-egg things ... I didn't even get a good look at it ... he quickly pushed it into my slick hole. It felt cool inside my hot cunt. It made me feel sluttish. Once again he licked me clean, not touching my clit ... then he pulled up the new g-string and led me to the mirror, where I could see just how clearly my fat, swollen clit was visible through the open lace-work.
I could see how turned on Chris was – his cock was straining hard under his clothes ... and then I looked up to see a black lace bra in his hand. He handed it to me and told me to put it on. I took off my shirt and bra and put on the lace bra ... it pushed my breasts upwards, made them very round ... and ended just below the nipple. I looked down at myself and saw the stiff nipples standing out, nothing to cover them ... I was about to brush a nipple with my fingers when Chris told me to leave that for later and to put my shirt back on. As I buttoned it up, he said "Stop there". I looked at him, unsure – I'd only buttoned it as far as the bottom of the bra ... people would be able to see what sort of bra I was wearing if they happened to see me from the right angle ... Chris told me I didn't need any more buttons to be done up. I took a deep breath and chose to trust him on the point.
He held up my coat for me. That time already? Another deep breath and my coat was on and we were out of the room and walking to the lift. Chris turned and said "You choose – The Lounge or Sammy's?" We might as well have flipped a coin – we had no way of judging which was the right place to go. I chose The Lounge.
Ten minutes in the November evening air, this time feeling the icy air pricking at my clit directly, through the holes in the lace, and I felt slightly more in control of my nerves. The egg in me felt good; I could feel it shifting slightly inside me with every step.
I felt a sudden wave of nervous nausea when I realised we were standing outside The Lounge. Chris put a warm, comforting arm around my shoulders and together we walked into the doorway and down the stairs that led to the basement bar. I had no idea what to expect. This place had no website. Just a few entries in listings magazines. It called itself a bar for bisexual women, "men welcome". The thought was suddenly terrifying. I had never touched a woman and was, at best, "bi-curious". I suddenly felt I was being hurled in at the deep end ... we turned a corner at the bottom of the staircase and walked into the bar, and within a few seconds I felt much, much happier. The bar was relaxed, not too crowded. The music was down and dirty delta blues – not too quiet and not too loud ... The people – mostly women, but a few men – looked normal and friendly, chatting quietly at the tables while a few danced on the small, dimly-lit dance-floor to one side of the bar.
Chris motioned to me to sit at a table for four next to the dance-floor, and went to the bar. Came back with a bottle of wine and four glasses ... silently, knowingly, we again clinked glasses. I took a big sip and a deep breath and Chris smiled and affectionately stroked my cheek. I saw the love in his eyes and felt a wave of warmth and calm wash over me.
It was still early and over the course of the next hour, as more people trickled in, Chris and I sat together at the table, watching and commenting to each other. Two or three times, I spotted a woman who looked like Chris's "type", and turned to ask him if he found her attractive. Each time he just reminded me that we were looking for someone that I found attractive. I apologised to him, realising I hadn't yet seen a woman I was attracted to. He just grinned and said nothing was or would be a problem. I tried to relax again.
The bar got busier, the music got a little louder, and somehow everyone's inhibitions seemed to be getting ever so slightly less rigid. I found myself watching a pair of long-haired women nuzzling each others' necks as they danced near the bar. They looked pretty lost in each other and I realised I was getting lost in watching them. I turned to look at Chris and found him staring at me, smiling. He was watching me watching them. "I'd love to see you dancing like that ..." he said, and at the same time I felt the egg start to vibrate slowly inside me. I turned to Chris, wide-eyed, and he opened his hand briefly, showing me the remote control in his palm. Something changed at that point. Although Chris had quickly turned off the vibrations, he had given me a hint of what he could do. And right there and then I wanted him to make me come. Sitting in that bar. I wanted him to use his remote to make me come while I watched the women dance. I was acutely aware of my nipples, naked under the woven silk shirt...could they be seen by anyone other than Chris?
As those thoughts were making me shift in my seat, I realised I was now staring at a woman who was at the bar, chatting to the barmaid. She was dressed a lot like me – fitted knee-length skirt, open-necked shirt, high heels ... her dark hair was cut in a short, sharp bob. I found my eyes returning to her body and the way her curves moved under her clothes as she shifted her weight from one long leg to the other. Chris's voice in my ear – "Why don't you ask her to dance?" The idea both terrified me and made my stomach lurch with sexual anticipation. "Pour me another drink first," I said, "I need to think about it first".
