I absolutely had to get this true story down the first chance I had before I could forget any of the details. Not that I could easily forget the images that are ingrained in my mind after the surprise outing last night.
It was about six-thirty when my girlfriend Kelly arrived home and told me to wash up because she had a surprise for me. I love surprises so after my shower, I anxiously waited as she took hers and then spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom getting ready. When she finally appeared, I was more than a little pleased at the outfit that she had put on. She was wearing a black skirt made from some thin material that clung to her body and a red blouse that had the top two thirds of the buttons open. She had taken the time to put on make-up, which explained the delay in the bathroom, and was wearing what she calls her "ghetto fabulous" earrings. They are rather large gold hoops that I had bought her on a trip to the Middle East.
Overall, the look that she had going was extremely sexy and a little bit slutty. Just the kind of thing to get me going. When she bent down to put on her shoes, I noticed that the stockings she was wearing were actually thigh highs and ended in a tight lace band just above the bottom of her skirt.
I wasn't sure where we would be going with her dressed like that, but I couldn't wait to find out. I quickly grabbed my jacket and was about to put it on when she told me to hold on, we weren't leaving just yet.
"But I thought we were going out", I said.
"We are. . .in a little. Can't you wait or are you in that much of a rush?"
I had to admit that I really didn't care what we did, stay in or go out, I just knew I was almost jumping out of my skin with excitement over getting a surprise and getting to see her dressed this way.
"Why don't you have a seat at the table?" She asked.
I did as she suggested and watched as she got some of our liquor bottles off the shelves. I recognized immediately what she was making us even before she put the ingredients down in front of me. Irish Car Bombs are one of my favorite drinks when I'm trying to get drunk and I could see that she made mine extra strong with a double shot of whiskey.
"Here's to new things", she said as she raised her glass.
"To new things", I replied before we both dropped the shot glasses into the Guinness and pounded the resulting foamy concoction.
We ended up doing another one together, but after that, she had me do three more alone. I asked her if she was going to drink anything else and she reminded me that we were going out and she needed to drive.
"I just needed something to give me a buzz so I have the nerve for tonight, but I want you a little drunk."
I have to say that that statement intrigued me. We normally had our dirtiest sex when we were drunk, but I couldn't figure out why she would want to get a buzz on before leaving the house. Obviously we weren't going anywhere that served alcohol because after five car bombs with double shots, I was going to be pretty bombed myself.
I had drank them fast, so I was still pretty sober, but as the alcohol absorbed, I could feel myself getting light headed. I was quickly moving into that place that anyone who drinks knows and loves, where you've had just enough to feel really good about yourself with plenty of confidence, but not enough that you are sick.
"Alright, let's go," she said as she stood and began making her way out of the apartment.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized that I was definitely starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Looking down, I felt a little unsteady and had to rely heavily on the railing.
Once we were in her car, I asked where we were going, but got no reply other than, "You'll see."
As we drove, I tried to figure out what our destination was going to be. I was very familiar with the area, but all the possibilities that occurred to me were quickly discounted. I was completely surprised about five minutes later when we pulled into an adult bookstore. It wasn't a place I had been to before, but had driven by it plenty of times. It was fairly large and advertised as having videos, magazines and novelties as well as private viewing booths.
As soon as we entered, Kelly went straight to the counter and asked for twenty dollars in tokens for the booths. These I could see were through a doorway near the back of the store.
Ah-ha! So we're going into a peep booth! I've always wanted to bring a girl into one and have sex while the dirty movies played
. Something about being in a semi-public place like that, watching porn, and having sex was raunchy enough to be a really big turn-on.
We walked into the dimly lit hallway that was lined on both sides with doorways into the booths. The sounds of poor quality porn soundtracks could be heard as well as the loud moans and groans that punctuate any video sex scene. As we passed a couple of the booths, the sounds of the occupant breathing heavily could be heard.
Kelly seemed to be carefully selecting a booth and we walked the whole length before going back to one that was close to the end of the hall, but not the last. It was next to an occupied booth and the one on the other side of it was open. As we shut the door I took in the surroundings. It was small, but still had plenty of room for two people to stand. There was a bench immediately adjacent to the door and across from that was the video screen. Kelly put about 5 tokens into the slot and immediately it lit up, first showing a gay sex scene. Using the scroll buttons to one side of the screen she went by a lesbian scene, a man masturbating, a couple having sex, a couple in foreplay, and then a woman in the middle of a gangbang.
This last one she left on. I had been turned on since about the time that we walked into the store, but when she turned to me and lifted her skirt to show that she wasn't wearing any underwear, I practically came. I took in the tops of her thigh highs and up to her freshly shaved pussy, but what really floored me was just above her slit, where her hair should have been was the word "SLUT" scrawled in what appeared to be black permanent marker. I had joked about her getting such a tattoo, even though I really wouldn't want her too, but had conceded that if she were to ever write it on herself that would be perfect. Whenever we had really dirty sex I liked to call her that, but it was an even bigger turn on when she called herself such names.
"So how do you like your surprise so far?"
"I love it!" And I really did. This was by far the most erotic thing that anyone had ever done for me and the fact that it was a surprise just doubled the impact.