For new readers, let me explain that I am in my late thirties, very happy in a long-term relationship, of Chinese heritage, slender but strong from staying active. John and I have a great sex life and we also love to try all sorts of sexual adventures. Sometimes I play away from home and sometimes John likes to write up the stories for me. This is one of those occasions – I told him everything that happened and he insisted on sharing it with you all. Naturally it has a few of John's embellishments but I am sure you won't mind too much.
John and I have a great sex life and from time-to-time that includes other people. Actually, its more common for John to be fucking someone else. He has a 'regular' submissive he likes to play with on occasions when I am visiting my family or out having fun with my girl friends.
A few weeks back I realised I'd not had any 'excitement' of my own for some time. John immediately started planning something new for me. You'll be able to read about that in another story. But he also came up with a short-term plan for something that would tide me over till our next big play date could be organised.
The very next Saturday night I was scheduled to go out with the women from my martial arts class. It was a semi-regular event where we'd go out for dinner and a few drinks and then a long night of dancing. I am far and away the oldest in the group but when it comes to dancing into the small hours I can keep up with the lot of them.
John quickly told me of his other plan for me that night. It was a simple plan - he wanted me to end the night being fucked by some good looking stranger!
It wasn't quite that simple, of course. John's idea was that I would spot a sexy guy on the dance floor, preferably Chinese and young, and flirt with him just long enough to have him ask me to go back to his place. Then I'd show him a thing or two about fucking and sucking and make sure he serviced me properly.
It sounded like a fine plan except for two small details. My experience is that obtaining good sex from strangers is very hit and miss. Young guys even more so. The second problem was that I wasn't at all sure I wanted to do this on a 'girls night out'. I try very hard to keep my sex life a secret from my friends. John's plan carried the considerable risk that I'd be spotted. At the very least I'd need to have a convincing explanation for leaving the club early!
Still, John was insistent and its true I hardly needed much encouragement. And so it was that last Saturday night I got myself all dressed up and went out looking for a new dick to enjoy.
John helped me get ready. I selected one of favourite black skirts. He selected a pair of my lacy panties. A 'fuller' pair of knickers was in order because I was still really bushy down there at that point. John had insisted I keep all my pubes for the time being.
I selected a matching bra – padded to give the impression I have something in my shirt and also to help hide my long, chocolate nipples. Then John helped me select a sheer black shirt to top off the ensemble. All I needed was my favourite dancing shoes and I was ready!
As always happens when John helps to prepare me for a night out, I ended up feeling a little excited and naughty. There was a chance I'd come up empty-handed. But the idea of illicit sex, of slipping away from my friends with a strange dick, was making me feel very excited. I left the house already damp.
Dinner was great and two of my younger friends commented on how 'great' I looked. I'd dressed so as to attract attention. I was keenly aware of all the men around us, constantly expecting to spot one of them eyeing me off. I was eager and alive to any chance of spotting a new sexy man who would take me back to his place. I knew I needed to calm down because my plan, John's plan, was only going to succeed if I was able to sneak away in the dark later on. Everyone had a couple of drinks but I was careful to watch my intake. I'm not much of a drinker anyway and I knew I needed to keep my wits about me for later in the night. Then we hit our favourite club.
The night was fun, the music loud and the dancing very energetic. But I was a bit distracted. After all, I had a mission. In a place like that there was plenty of talent. Dancing is always a very sexual thing for me. I regret that John doesn't share my passion. Except that on this night his absence suddenly seemed like a huge bonus.
I was getting my fair share of looks from some of the men as they waited at the bar. I soon realised how easy this would be. Its been some years now since I picked up in a club – or, more accurately, allowed myself to be picked up. It has rarely been required since I met John and he's shown me better ways of getting great sex more reliably.
But after I'd had a few quite long looks from a couple of younger guys I began to think that John's plan might work. He'd been very insistent that I should find a younger man that night. I knew he had an agenda of his own. But I was excited by the idea that instead of waiting to be chosen I would be the one with the choice. Back at his place I would direct the action. I would insist on him fucking me properly. Thinking about it like that made my panties damp all over again.
I'd gone out to dance a few times already when I decided the time had come – I either made a choice or gave up and went home to have John fuck me into the small hours. I'd mingled a little with the crowd on the dance floor, trying to be discreet while I totted up my short list of 'possibles'. There was one guy that seemed happy to be watching me. I caught him looking and smiled. Later he caught me looking and he smiled at me. He had to be in his twenties. I decided that he was the one.
I waited for some space between him and his friends and managed to get close to him. I tried my best not to look nervous. The whole point was for me to be in control. I smiled my best smile and he smiled back, a nice soft smile that made me think he wasn't too cocky.
'Hi,' I said in his direction. 'You seem to have plenty of friends.' I nodded over at some of the group nearby.
'Do you want to come and dance with us?'
'No. I'm with my girl friends. But I might not stay much longer. How about you?'
There wasn't a lot of time for small talk. We danced a little and really couldn't find much else to say. After a few more looks and smiles I decided it was now or never. I took the plunge and tried to hook my quarry. 'I need someone to take me home.'
'Where do you live?' Did that mean he was interested?
'No, not to my place. I want to go somewhere else.' I felt incredibly awkward. I was sure this was the classic 'cougar' gambit and that's not how I felt at all.
'You're asking me to take you back to my place?' So he was interested!
Now I realised the real flaw in John's plan. He was a young guy. He probably had a girlfriend. Even more likely he lived with his parents. I wasn't about to climb in and out of a window to avoid someone's mother. I remembered what that was like!
'My husband is at my house,' I said to him, hoping he'd get the point without being scared off. I saw the look of surprise on his face. Then I saw him relax and break into a big smile. He was hooked! I was relieved and excited at the same time.
'My apartment is good,' he replied, still giving me that smile. He'd answered both concerns – no parents and no girlfriend to come screaming out of the darkness inside the club.
'Your car? Meet me outside in about twenty minutes.' I needed some time to make my excuses to the rest of my group.
A short while later I was standing outside in the cool air. I was also feeling a little shaky. I'd had to tell a lie to my friends and I was feeling bad about that. On top of that it was years since I'd put myself in this situation – not exactly like this, I reminded myself, but close enough to make me nervous.
Then I saw him and his lovely smile. He was Chinese just as John had wanted. He was a little shorter than John and smaller. But I could see he worked out, his tight shirt showed off his nice pecs and his biceps. And there was an intricate tattoo that wrapped around his left arm. I wondered whether he was a competent lover. I knew I was going to find out and suddenly I could feel my heart pumping in my chest.