It was a very hot summer's night. This Friday we had left the office early, to celebrate our quarterly achievements. We had been eating out and having a few drinks down at some pub with our team and a few colleagues from marketing. As we got outside again I declined the invitation to go on with some of the younger colleagues who went roaming the pubs down town deep into the night. I didn't like to hang around in places which were too crowded or too noisy to have a decent conversation. And I didn't feel like much drinking either. But it was also too early to my liking to go home already. As I walked back to our office and the underground parking I tried to figure out something I could do.
As it happened I was walking behind Karen and Linda. Karen was a married co-worker of mine, and Linda the girl from our marketing department. They're both about my age, in their mid thirties. After I caught up with them I found myself walking slower than my usual stride, as I was fixing my eyes on the swaying butts right in front of me. This was a sight I had to savour as long as possible. Although I never fancied both of them much, my loins started to stir up.
One of my favourite daydreams has always been about this club in the north part of the city. It used to be a conventional sauna, but it had been converted by its current owners to a swing club for couples. I had been there on my own once. It didn't bring me the wild and abundant free sex I had in mind, but it was my first experience witnessing other people having sex. That is, apart from the mechanics of an uninterested couple in some sleazy peepshow. At the Paradise club I did witness some nice sex acts up close, like a woman on all fours slobbering at a black man's penis while her husband banged her from behind. And a smallish built girl draped on a high round pyramid-like platform in the middle of a room, surrounded by semi-naked people who at the invitation of her husband took their turns fucking her. I wasn't invited.
I certainly wanted to go there again, but the entrance fee for a lone male was a bit too high to my liking, and no sex guaranteed. I figured I had to go there with my wife sometimes, or with any other female for that matter. Bringing your own asset should be the key. But how to find one who was willing to go with me... As I contemplated these thoughts, I suddenly bumped into Linda and Karen, as we had arrived at the door to the parking. I stuttered some excuse, but this was barely noticed as the girls were busy trying to get into the door. Karen was fidgeting with her key, but the door wouldn't open no matter what she tried. Linda made a call with her cell phone, and then said: "I knew Mark was still at work, and he is coming down in a minute. When he leaves we can slip inside through the car exit."
"Feels like breaking into your own building, won't you say?" I said.
"Well, at least it won't be too long before I can go home. Frank is waiting for me, but he must get up early in the morning to play soccer," Karen sighed.
"I don't mind," Linda said, "it's too hot to sleep already, and I don't feel going home anyway. I'm glad it's nice and hot out here, with that loom little breeze to get just that little coolness..."
We headed towards the car exit. After some ten minutes chatting and I admiring the thin summer dress clinging to Linda's features and the firm ass of Karen enclosed in her tight designer jeans, the metal roll-down door came alive. As it was halfway open we entered the garage, thanked Mark for leaving now, and headed to our cars. As Karen got to her car she said goodbye, stepped in and rode away.
"He Linda, figuring what you just said, I think we might have the same feeling about tonight. I feel way too loom to go home, but where to go..."
"Yeah Paul, I know what you mean. If I could just get rid of these clammy things... It gives me goose bumps, you know, being dressed like this in this heat... All the while I just want to feel unhindered by these pressing bra-straps and clutching clothes..."
"Well... I'm getting a little bit awkward myself... and not only because of the heat...," I managed to say.
"Oh, poor boy, is my talking doing things with your thing?" Linda teased me.
"... Well uh, I guess you could say so..."
"He, let's drive to the Mac. I'm really thirsty and it's still open until midnight. If we figure out something to do, we can always decide there."
And so we drove through the city to the McDonalds. As we parked our cars next to each other, I didn't feel like getting out. I had become even hornier, and stepping out of my car now was not a good idea. I put down the passenger door window, and asked Linda to step in.
"Ah, we have naughty thoughts, aren't we?" Linda grinned as she sat down next to me.
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"It is if you are sporting a hard-on like that!" Linda beamed pointing at my crotch.
It was clear it really didn't matter much if I had gotten out of the car, or just stayed seated, or at least as far as Linda was concerned.
"Shit," I said. How could I save myself now.
"He, it's no big deal, Paul. I understand what the heat at this hour does to a man, especially when confronted with a female body clad only in a thin dress... clinging as it is to my body. Let's take the drive-inn. We can't go inside the restaurant now."
"You will not tell anyone, will you? I mean, at the office?"
"Why? Because nature took over when you were happy to see me? I can only see this as a compliment!" She shifted in her seat as I drove towards the drive-inn entrance.
"Hell, I could even be talked into some naughty business... consider it... just you and me, one hot night, nobody knows, no-one gets the wiser... yeah, that would be nice to do! Let's go some place where we can relax and get rid of some steam!"
"You're serious, are you?"
"I guess so, yeah, but mind you, I don't fancy a fling at the office. But feeling horny as we do, and not fancying going home anyway, I can't think of anything better to do than find a place where we could unwind ourselves a bit."
"Ok, let me get this straight. You're suggesting me we go some place, like a club or something, and have a good hot time tonight. Just getting our rocks off, no attachments, nothing said or asked later..."
"Yeah, that sums it up all right, I guess."
