I don't know why I went there. At least not when I walked down the narrow hallway into the room with low lights and sweat in the air. I suppose it was my dissatisfaction with the evening. Another night of love making with my husband that left me frustrated and unsatisfied. I am not an unfaithful person and I did not consider going there an act of unfaithfulness. Instead I thought of it as a place for myself. Something I had to do and even more than that, something I needed to do.
So there I was, wearing my black knee length skirt, white button down shirt and netted stockings. I tied my hair back, put on some fun red lip stick, my black lace bra and thong complete with my black heels. The issue I had before I left was my glasses. I mean, did I want to look like a school teacher? Since I was a school teacher I decided to keep the glasses. Contacts were too much trouble and I my husband would be suspicious. This was after all, a girl's night out. Or so I told him.
Laura was meeting me there. It really was her whole idea, and had I known all her intentions and ideas, I am not sure I would have went. Actually, who am I kidding? I know I would have. I needed to go. Laura spent the last month convincing me of that.
My phone buzzed in my purse as I stood awkwardly in the doorway. I checked it and saw that Laura would be late. Typical. I was here on my own. But where was here?
The place was called the Daffodil on the corner not six blocks from my house. I never noticed the small neon sign all the times I had walked down the sidewalk by it. It didn't look like much from the outside. Just a brick building on a street of brick buildings. Once I stepped through the thick windowless door, I thought I was in the wrong place. It was just a hallway leading into the dark. If it wasn't for the dull sound of music coming from somewhere in the dark I would have left. I am glad I didn't.
I took a seat in a booth near the entrance so Laura could see me when she came in and took in the scene. The ceiling was low and arched, leading all the way to the bar. The bartender was attractive man probably in his mid twenties—just a bit younger than me. He knew his business too, flinging the shots this way and that. I liked his firm jaw line and I suppose that was when I had my first thought of the night: I wondered what he would look like licking my pussy.
There were several couples sitting at the bar. I supposed for this kind of place there would be more men than women. Thankfully I was wrong. I suppose there are more women than just myself wanting to expand their sex life. Especially wanting to expand it with strangers.
Then a waitress approached my table, and I realized exactly where I was. She was tall—like almost six feet with long legs coming out of her bikini bottoms and a great set of boobs jiggling free as she walked. Her hair was short and jet black, allowing more attention to be paid to her pouting mouth and seductive eyes. I was uncomfortable to be sure, but I did my best to look like I belonged there. I no doubt failed.
"New hear huh?" she said as soon as she was next to the table. She could see that I was slightly blushing and trying not to glance at her naked boobs.
"How could you tell?" I asked trying to be coy. She really did have a great body.
"You have that...new face look about you dear," she said with a smile. Seeing my blushing reaction she added, "Don't worry about it though. Need a drink to ease the tension?"
I smiled thankfully and ordered a sapphire martini. Kind of a guy's drink but it was the first thing that popped into my head. She turned and left and I watched her swaying hips go as she walked away.
I watched her interact with the bartender and I wondered if he was gay. He nodded to her then continued about his work without so much as acknowledging her tits that were just pointing at him. I swore all guys loved tits. That's why I picked the bra I picked.
I looked over the rest of the room and noticed three other waitresses walking around. All topless and wearing some kind of bikini bottom. I wondered how it worked. Were they here for sex too? I thought back to Laura's descriptions of the place. She told me her friend had come here on accident just looking for a dive to get hammered at. Instead she found out that this was a club—of sorts. A place where people came to be in the dark...to do dark things. To be free to open up. Laura's friend described as a place to descend to your carnal self. Not sure what that meant at the time and now I was doubly unsure.
My drink arrived shortly after and the waitress simply smiled and walked away. Not two seconds later, to my great relief, Laura arrived. Now Laura has always been my sort of work crush. That is to say, I am not a lesbian—I kissed a girl once in college before I was married and that's it—but Laura had the looks and the personality of a women that every other sexually repressed women wanted to be with. She always appeared neat, professional, beautiful and had no qualms about having a filthy mouth and mind. I loved to talk about sex with Laura and I suppose that is what led me to be here to begin with.
She saw me immediately and smiled as she walked over. She was a blonde (aren't they always), with great skin, green eyes and a mouth that could be best described as flirty. She wore a green halter top and clearly no bra. Her tight jeans made her legs look heavenly and they snuggled comfortable against her ass. She slid into the booth next to me dousing me in her expensive perfume.
"Ok so I totally thought this was the wrong place," Laura said with a laugh. "But I am glad to see you found it ok...whoa look at the tits on her."
The waitress approached us and said, "Now there are two of you. Anymore to join you or...?"
"Um...just the two of us," I said nervously.
"Good...what will you have gorgeous?" The waitress said turning to Laura.
Laura was not shy about looking at her boobs. "Are those real?" She asked to my embarrassment.
"What do you think?" The waitress replied.
"Well that usually means they are fake," Laura replied. "But you spared no expense."
The waitress laughed. "Actually they are real. Quite real." She moved closer to us and leaned over the table. "Go ahead and touch them." My husband would be in heaven.
I blushed and Laura reached out. She touched the left breast with her hand and instantly we watched the nipple harden and perk up.
"Your hands are cold!" The waitress said and stepped back laughing.
Laura laughed, but I saw something in her eye I couldn't place. I was glad she was here...but I also wondered how long we should stay.
