Chapter 2: The Contest
I still couldn't believe I was sitting across the table from you at an outdoor café in Los Angeles. And I was warm! Believe me, coming from Canada, the thought of a March wind not assaulting your very bone marrow was a sweet thought.
Over dinner we laughed about our outrageous plans for tonight—all the while I secretly watched your mouth while you spoke. I wanted to kiss you so badly. You looked delicious, eyes sparkling with the excitement of us finally meeting in your city.
Yes, we had only met yesterday. Well, that's not completely true as we probably knew each other better than most lovers who had been together for years. The internet tends to do that to relationships—you dive in fast and furious with no secrets held back. In fact, I had discovered things about myself that even I didn't know!
When we met on-line we had made an immediate connection and developed a deep affection for each other along with some 'hot and spicy' exploration tossed in. It eventually spiralled to a point where there was simply nothing more in the world we wanted to do than to look into each other's eyes while making love.
But tonight our conversation was charged with the excitement of actually speaking face-to-face—after all we had been writing every day to one another for over five months now. It had been a scary step bringing our on-line relationship into reality. I hadn't imagined we would enjoy each other this much. I don't think either of us had finished one entire train of thought yet tonight. We had so much to say - jumping from subject to subject, covering the spectrum from childhood fears to music that moved our souls. With fingers entwined, we talked and talked and talked.
Last night we had spent a glorious night in bed that's another story); tender and slow, getting to experience in the flesh, what we knew and wanted. My body had transformed into an electrified, wet, and willing playground for you. Who would have thought your touch was even more exquisite in person? It made our long distance correspondence now seem understated and unreal. Yes, last night had been a little piece of heaven—no, make that a large slice.
But tonight we felt naughty and had a sinful plan. I was nervous but excited—this was going to be a big first on the 'Holy Shit Do You Believe I Did That!' list. I can't remember whose idea it had been—only that it was a secret fantasy we both shared. You even had the perfect club picked out for this scrumptious deed.
While chatting on-line we had sketched out in full detail the description of the man we were looking for tonight. The physical aspect had been very important to me and I was happy to see that we had similar tastes. I am attracted to big men, in every way, as I love feeling surrounded and sometimes powerless by them. We also had a prerequisite that was a must—his cock had to be larger than yours. This might be difficult to find but what a mission!
After dinner and a shared bottle of wine we decided to walk to the club. The streets were oozing with energy, making me feel giddy, like a teenager in love who had forgotten the meaning of common sense. Your arm brushed against mine as we walked, luring my thoughts and body back to our last 24 hours spent in bed. I reached out for your hand needing to be reminded I was really here.
You wrapped your arms around me, pulling me into a little cove that was carved out by the building's structure and pressed your body against mine as we kissed. I was instantly transported back to last night's love making. Your kisses seemed to do that to me. I sighed softly as your warm, thick tongue welcomed mine in your mouth. We laughed at how aroused we could get in a mere 30 seconds of kissing and forced ourselves to carry on with our walk.
"This is it!" you announced as we approached an old stone mansion. I looked up to see a doorman at the top of a wide staircase greeting couples as they entered. My heart pounded as we climbed the stairs and stepped inside the club.
"Last chance to turn around Jenn," said that trusty little angel sitting on my shoulder. I smiled feeling comfortable and excited as your hands went around my waist and directed me straight to the bar. I ordered a tall soda water with a mountain of lemon slices wanting to have a clear head for our night. I was nervous. As if it wasn't enough that I had you beside me, wanting me as much as I wanted you, we were going to share an experience tonight that was only in my stories—pen to paper.
You saw the uncertain look on my face and nuzzled your nose into my hair whispering, "Jenn, this will only go as far as you want it to go. It can be just you and me at any time. But I can feel you want to do this and I know you'll love it. Let's go find a comfy place to people-watch and find our man."
Your lips planted delicate kisses along the side of my neck, working their way to my mouth. It was my most favourite kiss of the night. No tongue, just your soft lips on mine—no movement, only a sensual exchange of tenderness.
We walked through an elaborate room of couches, tables and chairs crowded with people talking and drinking. Long-legged women were pole-dancing on a stage to the side of the room stripping for the voyeurs. The room was alive with a sexed up charge as the skimpy attire of the daring ones was slowly being peeled off. Others were already half naked on the dance floor, affected by the scent of sex and the anticipation of what the night was to hold.
We found a couch with a great view of the room and sat down laughing with each other. Two kids in a candy shop. It wasn't long before the music lured me to the dance floor. Grabbing your hand I smiled and said, "Come dance with me James!" This was the perfect way to work off some of my nervous energy; I love to dance when the music moves me.
By the time we made our way to the dance floor a slow song was playing, Whiter Shade of Pale. You pulled me close and whispered, "I love having you in my arms." Our mouths and tongues danced together, once again feeling that special connection—making everyone else in the room disappear.
Your hands pressed on my ass and I moaned, feeling your cock hard against me. One hand stayed massaging my cheeks, as the other slid up my side, cupping one of my breasts. Your thumb played with the nipple hiding under my silky camisole sending a fiery message directly to my clit. I ran my fingertips along your neck and down your chest. Everyone around us was enjoying the intimacy of their dance; kissing and touching—all performers knowing they were being watched. Slow dancing took on a new meaning for me that night.
Then I saw him. A woman was kneeling in front of a beautiful, tall, dark man. His zipper was undone and his cock was in her mouth. I watched as she slowly pulled her head back revealing a huge, thick cock. It was just what we were looking for. His hands played in her hair as she sucked him with the confidence of knowing what he liked.
I whispered in your ear, "We've found him." Your eyes moved in the same direction as mine and we watched her tease him, our tongues still playing. His body language said he was holding back, not wanting to be satiated then and there. The woman fed into that, knowing when to pull back and slow down.
To our delight his eyes were drawn to us. He watched your fingers playing with my nipple and our tongues languidly making love. My hand slid down your chest and stomach to the spectacular bulge in your pants – his eyes followed my hands. I ran my palm over your protruding cock letting my fingers fondle the outline of your balls giving him a full view of your sex. Our friend smiled and we knew he wanted us.
His hands reached down to the woman's head and gently pulled her up so she was standing in front of him. He kissed her mouth with a familiarity—they seemed to be old lovers that had tasted and enjoyed each other's talents before. When their kiss had ended she slid out of his arms and disappeared into the pulse of the club. He looked at us and tilted his head with questioning eyes. We exchanged affirming looks and both smiled back at him. The message had been sent. We were all on the same wave length. He left the dance floor with us following.
We were led to a private room off to the side of the club furnished with a large chaise lounge and a matching deep crimson loveseat. There was an exchange of words with our waiter and a bottle of Ayala, a dry French Champagne, arrived quickly and was placed on a wrought iron table in the middle of our playroom. The oval shaped room had several one-way glass windows looking out into the club. We could see out – but no one could see in. I loved the haunting, seductive feeling created by the dim light cast from the medieval chandelier hanging above us. The room was dripping with an open invitation of tasteful sensuality and dirty fucking.
Our host poured three glasses of champagne and offered us one, making sure our hands brushed upon delivery. What a sensual touch. My body was on fire with the thought of having both of you all to myself. Without even having a first sip of the pink bubbly, I felt light headed and giddy—this was really happening!
"Hi, my name's Peter." His face broke into a delicious smile, making his eyes dance as he held his champagne glass up in a toast.
The ice was broken. We all clinked glasses, exchanging looks filled with excitement and anticipation.
With wet, cool lips you leaned over and kissed me. "This is Jennifer, Peter, and my name is James."
I took another healthy gulp of my drink and slid down beside you on the loveseat. Peter stayed standing, undressing us with his eyes. I felt naked already and loved the surge of anxiety as it ran through my veins.
With a sultry look I turned to him, "We have a fantasy we would like to play out with you tonight Peter."
Amused by this suggestion he sat down beside me on the arm of the loveseat and said, "Oh, and what might that be?"
