"How do I look?" Katie asked, adjusting her sequined skirt; feeling it was a bit short for comfort.
"Fucking Fantastic," Jay replied, his eyes glued to his long time partner. He had always loved when Katie wore a skirt and this one was something special. They'd bought it on a tipsy shopping spree, but Katie had never mustered the nerve to wear it out in public.
The skirt was tight-fitting, landing well above the knees but wasn't overtly revealing. Katie hoped it wouldn't seem too prudish with tonight's crowd.
They were getting ready in the charming apartment they rented for the week in Mexico City. They'd been visiting a university friend and told him they'd take a night off from visiting for a date night. This was going to be their first time at a swinger's club, and definitely weren't ready to start sharing that info with anyone.
"I hope it doesn't run too late; we have to look normal for breakfast tomorrow." Katie fretted, her habitual worrying creeping in.
"Don't worry, we'll just blame it on a hangover if we look like shit tomorrow" his tone as relaxed as ever. The idea to visit a swingers' club had come up a few months ago, though neither of them remembered exactly how. Jay had taken the lead in researching, finally settling on this club for their trip. Katie liked the idea of being in another country—no chance of running into anyone they knew.
Jay's heart raced as he watched Katie apply her makeup. The sight of her in a skirt always drove him wild. "Your hands are shaking!" Katie observed, turning to face him. "Are you sure you want to go?"
"Absolutely," Jay reassured her, though his nerves were evident. "It's normal to be nervous, right? If we don't like it, we can leave. Nothing to worry about." He knew they should have discussed the rules more thoroughly, but they were on the same page about one thing: they could leave at any time. "Besides, it's probably just too much coffee," he added, though they both knew that wasn't the truth.
Katie, usually the more anxious of the two, seemed unusually calm. Maybe years of fantasizing about visiting a sex club had left her too excited to be nervous. "Come here before you get your lipstick on. I want a kiss before we go" Jay teased. "Fine" she huffed playfully, walking over to him.
What began as a quick peck deepened as soon as Jay's hands found her waist. He nibbled her lip in that way that always drove her wild, his hands sliding down her legs and back up her skirt. He could already feel the heat radiating from her. When he whispered into her ear. As he whispered, "Maybe we should just stay in," she melted into him, pressing herself against his hand. She was so wet already, she wanted to pounce on him right there. But the thought of missing out on tonight finally broke the spell, and she playfully pushed him away. "We already paid for the tickets" she reminded him, snapping back into her practical self. "Call the Uber, and I'll finish getting ready."
It must have been a busy Saturday night in Mexico City because the Uber took forever to arrive. Those excruciating minutes were filled with a novel mix of emotions - nervousness, anticipation, adrenaline, all punctuated with extreme arousal. There was awkward small talk; what exactly do you talk about before heading out to a sex club?
The Uber dropped them off near what seemed to be a mall, closed for the evening. The map showed the club in a back ally. There was no one around and hardly a light to be seen. They both started to wonder if they should have just stayed in after all. Before either of them could voice the shared thought, a black door opened and a couple stepped out, lighting up a cigarette. The light glowed bright in the dark alleyway. The man wore well-tailored slacks and a slim shirt and the woman looked stunning in a chic cocktail dress.
"I guess it's the right place" Jay said, "last chance to back out". "Why would we do that?" Katie said, already stepping out. Jay couldn't tell if this was in character or not. Katie was usually shy, but once she made up her mind, she was determined.
They headed for the door, casting appreciative glances at the couple now pressed against the wall, cigarette half-forgotten in the woman's hand. Down the darkened stairs and through the coat check and ticket booth, they were welcomed warmly from the staff. The venue was more upscale than they had anticipated.
The club opened up into a bar and dance floor. It looked like any trendy club back home, except for the topless woman dancing by the stage.
Booths lined the edges of the room, each filled with couples or more, and the dance floor was writhing.
Jay grabbed a couple gin tonics and they stood by a table to soak it in. "This is pretty cool, eh?" Jay said, closely into Katie's ear. "Yeah, these women are beautiful. Look over there," she replied. He loved it when she pointed out other women; it was a game they often played.
Turning, he followed her gaze to two couples dancing together, their bodies moving to the reggaeton. Pressed tightly together, their movements were effortlessly sensual. The two well-groomed Latino men on the outside danced with a confident, practiced ease, while the women's fluid gyrations seemed to fuse the foursome into one seamless, undulating unit.
Jay and Katie couldn't help but stare, captivated by the contrast between the two women. The voluptuous blonde wore a lustrous, songbird-blue top paired with a black fitted skirt that clung to her impossibly long legs. Beside her, the shorter brunette dazzled in a shimmering red dress that plunged daringly down her torso, teasing the eye with the possibility of revealing her firm, smaller breasts.
Another gin and tonic in, Jay and Katie were dancing at the table together, still absorbing the energy around them. The atmosphere was intoxicating—couples and groups danced closely, kissing and touching with a carefree intensity. The heat was rising, tops were coming off, hands were sliding under skirts and down the front of slacks. Katie, caught up in the moment, kissed Jay with surprising desperation, her tongue probing his mouth, communicating her growing need. He slid one of her shirt straps down her shoulder, following it with kisses down her neck and clavicle. She moaned into his ear unconsciously leading him to crush her in his arms. She opened her eyes to see the women making out, while the men kept the rhythm. She'd never kissed a woman before but seeing these two had her gushing.
As Jay's hands roamed over her, he asked, "Can I pull your top down?" Katie could only manage a breathy "hmm" in response, overwhelmed by the sensuality of the club. She couldn't stop watching the women, even as Jay slid the other strap down revealing her breasts. As he took them in his hands and began kissing and sucking, the women started doing the same. Were they watching us too? The thought excited her even more.
"Can I play with you," Jay whispered, his hand already up her skirt excruciatingly close to her panties.
"Please," she moaned, feeling his fingers slip inside her soaked panties. With the gentle pressure from his palm outside, his expert finger inside, and those beautiful women putting on such a show, she felt herself melting from her core onto the dance floor.
Her body responding to the intensity of the moment, she felt herself nearing orgasm. Sensing that she was on the edge, Jay eased back, denying her the release she craved. "Fucker", she gasped into his ear, a mix of frustration and desire.
She couldn't believe she was topless and getting fingered in the middle of a crowded dance floor, but at the same time she couldn't imagine not doing it either, she was just losing herself in the pulsating energy of the club. But now she had to get her revenge.
Locking eyes with him, Katie guided his hand away from her pussy and it up to her mouth. Slowly, began sucking on his finger, letting her taste linger on her tongue. This was one of Jay's kinks- having her taste herself whether from her fingers, his, or his cock. She accommodated enthusiastically.
With her other hand she grabbed his cock and stroked, while pulling him in for a kiss. He needed a taste too; she was delicious. They kissed and sucked his finger together, relishing in her wetness.
With her spell over him, she broke off the kiss and turned him around, still stroking over his pants. She knew how much he'd want to see these two women enjoy each other and she was going to torture him.
The foursome had moved to a booth along the wall. The brunette was now sitting on the bench while the blond started a lap dance for her, seductively swaying and sliding her hands over her body. Anyone within site had their eyes on her now, no one more so than her brunette. Tracing her elegant fingers along her sides, she began lifting the brilliant blue top. She swayed with her arms over her head, amplifying her full breasts. When she twirled, her piercings flashed from the dance floor lights. Slowly she pealed the fitted skirt down until it fell to the floor. In nothing but her lacy bottom, she stepped forward to straddle her friend. "Her ass is incredible," Katie breathed to Jay as she kissed his neck and stroked with a renewed vigor.
While watching the women kiss and rub each other, Katie slipped her hand down the front of Jay's pants. She grasped his cock and continued the steady strokes. She narrated how hot these women were to her, knowing how much it turned him on.
The dancer then slid off her friend's lap and onto her knees, locking eyes with her. She reached up under the plunging dress and pulled her bottoms down. The gentle kisses leading up her thighs were torturous to watch. Katie's pace unintentionally quickened as she rested her head on Jay's shoulders, now unable to look away. They both agreed this might be the hottest view one can have of a woman- bent over, a thin fabric barely covering what you desperately want to see.
