I sat at a picnic table on the patio, feeling slightly less awkward than I had the last two times I was at the club but still remained lost. As a single female, I was very aware that I didn't fit in with the regular couples (and likely never would as I didn't consider myself a unicorn), but they were friendly enough. I tried to keep smiling and refrained from doom scrolling on my phone to maintain an approachable appearance. Historically an introvert, I didn't know how to strike up a conversation. Also, pretty women simply intimidated me. I sat alone and continued to pray that someone would fall in my lap, because I fully believed I could never initiate.
I saw Lisa and Scott making a beeline toward me, and I internally groaned. They were a sweet couple in their sixties, but Lisa could be...a lot. She was beautiful and always welcomed my stare despite being entirely straight, but she was also high energy, which was exhausting for me. Scott was always along for the ride, often rolling his eyes behind her. As they approached, I could hear him telling her, "Don't be playing matchmaker."
Lisa sat next to me and pointed across the lawn. "Do you see that couple over there? They're here to find a girl for her." I understood then. Lisa remembered that I was specifically seeking women at the club from our initial interactions my first night at the club. I felt flattered.
"Noted. I can go talk to them. I appreciate it." I left Lisa and Scott with a smile and a wink. Judging by the way the couple was watching in my direction, I figured Lisa had already made them aware of my intentions in being there.
"Hey, I'm Mandie! What do you think of the place?" They introduced themselves as Chelsea and Todd and said they found the club intriguing after their tour with a regular. Chelsea conveyed feeling overwhelmed with a nervous chuckle. Todd tried too hard to feign comfort in what was clearly a novel situation for him.
I gestured toward a table so we could sit and familiarize ourselves. Following another minute of small talk, I began to speak freely about my path that landed me at a swinger's club, and they shared their past experiences with dabbling in polyamory. As I assessed Chelsea and determined I did, in fact, find her highly attractive, I continued to eye her hungrily to make my desire known. I hoped my body language could make up for what I lacked in verbal communication. Todd quickly became background noise compared to his wife's lyrical way of speaking. I was fixed on her green eyes that sometimes looked gray in passing shadows. Her long black hair laid so perfectly around her face and cascaded over her shoulders.
She suddenly turned to Todd and asked where "the bag" was so she could change into something more comfortable. "Something comfortable" was a lacey black babydoll that hugged her just under breasts and flared around her hips. I spied light stretch marks against her tan skin just above the matching lace underwear that I wanted to trace with my tongue instead of my eyes. She sat down closer to me this time. I could feel inhibitions lowering, and I suspected she felt the same. The conversation turned to innuendo-fueled banter.
