I slide into my favourite room in the whole club, the 'Desire' room. Its semi-darkness envelops me like a soft velvet cloak. The red fairy lights strung across the blacked out window give a sensual glow to the room, and make it seem warm and hinting at the promise of what's to come. A few guys linger about by the walls, eager to come forward, but hesitant as a matter of courtesy. I don't look—this is one time where all of my senses but sight will be sated. I slowly untuck my towel from around my body, and let it slip to the floor. Climbing onto the large wide bed, I feel the soft sheets beneath my bare ass. I take the silken scarf that lies on the bed next to me and tie it securely round my eyes, blocking all sights of the room and its occupants.
My sense of hearing adjusts and becomes more acute, and I hear shuffling and I know that more men, and maybe even women have entered the room, where I lie naked on the bed. The minutes tick by, and the hum of anticipation in the room rises. I slide my hands to my huge breasts and began to squeeze and knead them with my fingertips. They feel so full and round. My nipples respond to the stimulation and stiffen, rising like large ripe berries from the silken mounds of my breasts, I roll them between my fingers, making them pert, round and ripe for sucking. I feel the bed dip beneath my body and know that someone has climbed into bed with me. They lie close to me, and their soft lips brush my ear, gentle breath teasing my neck. A hand slides over mine and cups my breast. I move my hand away and the unseen beau's takes over, tweaking and rolling the nipple playfully. Then, it stops. Seconds pass and I feel nothing. My ears strain, trying to make out what's coming next.
Suddenly, a hot mouth hungrily encircles my nipple and areola. Its tongue explores the nipple, covering it voraciously and flicking the sensitive tip. I inhale sharply, then give a slow languorous exhalation as one breast is expertly caressed and moulded, and the other is teased to an aching throb. A low moan escapes my lips as little prickles of desire travel up my chest to my throat. The bed moves again and I feel that someone else is there too, maybe two more people. A hand traces a line down my belly to my pussy and back. It makes my skin tingle and I arch into the touch. The tongue delicately biting my nipple swaps to licking the rest of my breast, swirling in tiny electrical circles over the soft tissue. I feel someone part my legs gently, and again I take a sharp breath in anticipation. A firm hand slides down and traces the outline of the slim patch of hair that graces my pussy and edges further down. The hand stops and goes back up again, then down to my opening again. Yet again it skirts around it and away, leaving me panting, praying for it to come back, for it to touch me where I am aching, where I am throbbing, where I need to be touched.
