We had been talking about trying something like this for a long time, and here we were. It felt a bit surreal to actually be in the moment. I wasn't sure we would ever go past it being a fun fantasy to play with. But it was about to become much more real than a fantasy.
It started off playfully in the club. We were just playing a game. Picking out strangers in the crowd and deciding whether or not we'd like to take them home with us, and what we would do to them once we got them home. There had been this one girl, with short hair that she had dyed a dark indigo colour with bright pink streaks in it. She had a nose piercing and bright eye coloured make up to match her hair. She had on a thin almost see through dress that kept falling off her shoulder, revealing bits and pieces of equally brightly coloured tattoos on her shoulders and back. We couldn't quite make out what the tattoos were of, but it didn't matter. We agreed that she would be a most welcome guest in our bed. She was dancing freely to the music, as if she was all by herself and no one could see her. She probably wouldn't have been the quiet timid type in bed. All the more fun to throw in the mix!
We usually picked girls to bring back with us during our games. Not for any specific reason, or on purpose. But out of the two of us, I was the more bi-curious, so it came more naturally to us to add a girl to our twosome. In the dark of the club tonight, I noticed a pair of eyes watching us from across the room. These eyes were dark, but seemed to have a shine to them, making them stand out in the dark room. They were lined with dark eyelashes that seemed to make them stand out even more. Underneath those eyes, were a pair of well shaped cheekbones, nose, good sized lips and a jawline that looked hand carved. He had long dark hair that he kept back and off his face, but it seemed to keep falling in his face when he was dancing anyway. He had on a plain white t-shirt that seemed to just hang off of his lean body and jeans he looked like he lived in. He wasn't the type to get all dressed up to go anywhere. He seemed to know almost everyone in the club and had to keep stopping and saying hi to people as they came up to him. I watched as he made his way around the club, while still managing to look back at us every once in a while. He was like a beautiful work of art that was fun to look at, but made you want to touch it.
After a little while, I nudged my boyfriend and gestured towards this man and asked, "What about him?"
My boyfriend looked at me, then back at him, looking a bit surprised by the lack of a joking tone in my voice. "I don't think you're playing the game anymore," he said smiling his perfect smile at me.
He was much taller than I was and could easily see over the crowd of people around us and spotted the man I was talking about. He seemed to look at him for a while, and I saw them make eye contact for a bit.
He looked down at me and said, "Well, at least you have good taste."
We continued dancing for a while, forgetting about the man and our game. We became lost together as our bodies were grinding on one another to the music. I could feel him getting excited through his jeans and rubbed the firm outline of his thick cock with my hand, teasing him. Finally we decided it was time to go home as it became harder and harder for us to keep each other's clothes on. We began heading for the door.
My boyfriend took the lead, since he could see over people, and I followed as his broad shoulders carved out a path towards the exit. I noticed he took a bit of a turn to the left and assumed he was navigating around a large group of drunk girls incapable of noticing their surroundings, when he suddenly stopped and we came face to face with the man I had been staring at almost all night.
I watched as my boyfriend said, "We were thinking of heading home, would you care to join us?" to the man.
