My glass of scotch is shaking in my hands as I prepare for my moment in the sun.
It feels a bit strange, all these prying eyes.
It is a large room, bar to one side, dance floor to the other ... and an extra-large bed in the middle of the room. It has the dimensions of four queen size beds, all pushed together. It is covered in a draping black sheet, tightly fitted.
No-one is on the bed yet, we've been told that does not happen until later in the night. At this point, it is just like any other bar, strangers drinking and laughing. But there is an electricity here tonight. A nervousness in the air.
I can feel it.
I see my man and we wink at each other as he walks toward the bathroom. I have been sitting by myself while he talked to the bar-man, looking at all the people that slowly drift into the bar.
It is a good looking crowd. No-one looks sleazy or dirty, it is full of good people. Not outstanding people, no-one here could walk the catwalks of New York, but just a good crowd. A few groups of girls giggly loudly, couples snuggle into each other and the bar tenders happily pour the drinks. The more drinks the better, I feel.
Amos and I have been together for just over ten years now and have been quite flat for a while. Not just in our relationship but in the bedroom as well. It has been ten years of the same five or six positions. Not that it is bad, it's just not great like it used to be.
That's why we're here.
I imagine, that's why most people are here.
As the night drifts on, the crowd becomes louder and soon there are some people kissing on the bed. I can't help but to watch when one couple begins to undress each other. The excitement is thrilling. Amos is watching too.
Soon, the woman is giving the toned naked man a blow job and he throws his head backwards in joy. She is really getting into it, rubbing her head up and down like an experienced porn star. They have obviously been here before. Their confidence is obvious. I hear a moan on the other corner of the bed and lean forward to see another woman straddling a man, slowly rolling her hips on-top of his naked body. I hadn't noticed them but looking around, I see quite a few people starting to get very intimate.
In a rush of adrenalin, I grab Amos's hand and lead him to the bed. I don't want to be the last one on. I gently press him onto the bed, asking him to take off his shirt. He obliges as I unbutton his jeans and pull them off. He is already hard and his penis jumps out ready for action. It seems bigger than usual, and as I place my hands on his member, I notice it is harder.
I begin to rub it, then I take my clothes off and drop them on-top of his jeans. I can feel the eyes watching my naked body. I can feel the excitement. I don't care about my insecurities now, we're all here together for the same thing. As I place my mouth on his member, Amos lies down. I point my bottom in the air, exposing my freshly shaved pussy to the prying eyes. I begin to bounce my head on his knob and I can feel every part of him clenching. He is thrusting forward as I continue up and down, and he is definitely harder than I have seen in years.
