I had never been to a swing club before, but I'd always wanted to see what it was like. She had never been to a swing club, and had never wondered about it. We were out one evening to a part of town that had a lot of bars and taverns. This was a Saturday night, and one or two of these places featured specifically sexual themes on Saturdays. But I found it to be pretty tame. I wanted to see what a swing club was like, and nothing else would do. I didn't want to share her with anyone else. I just wanted to see what a really carnal environment was like.
We have a swing club in town that has been busted by the police. But, their raid was thrown out of court because the only complainers were cops. The judge decided that the complaint wasn't valid unless regular citizens made it, and none of them were complaining. Following this, the club operated with near impunity; and, it still does. This is where I decided to take her.
We paid the substantial fee and went in to a place that had two parts. The up front part was like a nightclub, with a dance floor, tables and bars with bartenders. It was dimly lit, smoky, and quite crowded. We held hands as we made our way slowly down an aisle between the dance floor and the tables, just taking everything in.
The people on the dance floor were at best partially clothed and writhing to the beat of their dance steps. The people at the tables were in close contact with each other in fours and sixes. We came around to the next aisle, between the tables and the bar; it was hard to move through with the crowd. I pushed through, and she gamely followed me around until we arrived at our starting point.
She whispered to me "Someone touched me under my skirt!"
"Did they?" I asked.
"Yes, and I think it was another woman" she said.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm O.K."
She was going along with me. I have always found that the crowd at the ballgame was as interesting as the players. But this was that effect times about a thousand. In here, the crowd was the players and everywhere we looked, we saw people that looked just like any other people, from pretty to ugly just letting it all hang out. There were people in nice evening clothes, people in costumes, and people in no clothes.
It was too much to take in all at once; there was too much to see. But gradually over time, the crowd began to thin out, and we adjusted to the environment until we could focus together on the same things.
By this time, not having freaked us out too bad, I think we were both starting to respond to the environment and feel the old horns start to grow. There was a group of about four at the tables, who were making out and feeling each other without concern to who might be watching. We watched their performance for a little while, and saw some ass and some thong, but nothing much more.
Then she said to me, "Look at what they're doing!" she said, pointing with her chin over her shoulder.
I hugged her to me and looked. There were two women with a man between them. The women's tops were down, and his penis was out, being rubbed on by the two of them while he kissed one, and then the other. These were not exceptionally pretty people, but they didn't care what they looked like, only how they felt.
As I hugged her, I pulled her short skirt slowly above her hips to reveal her really beautiful ass, accented by the thong she was wearing. As I did this, she gasped, and buried her face in my shoulder.
The color of her thong matched her French blue cocktail dress, which was short and silky. It was held up with spaghetti straps, gathered below the bodice, and then hung freely to about mid thigh. This was her best, sexy dress; a perfect contrast to her creamy pale skin and blond hair, and a perfect compliment to her blue, blue eyes. Her nipples poked my chest, and she trembled in my arms as I rubbed that beautiful bare ass. We kissed and rubbed tongues like we couldn't get enough.
When our kiss ended, I looked in her eyes to see the unmistakable, unbelievable thrill starting to course through her, in spite of her feelings of propriety, and I decided to take the game a little further.
I kept her in my arms as I moved around her to hold her from behind. Then, I slowly pulled her straps down until her perfect breasts and distended nipples popped free. She gasped again. Now I held her from behind, skirt up with my erection sandwiched in her asscheeks, my hands on her breasts, my fingers plucking her stiff, red nipples. She swooned with her passion, surrendered, her head rolling back on my shoulder.
She had never in her life been this exposed in a public setting. I took advantage of her lack of resistance to pull her skirt up in front and reach into the front of her thong, feeling the curls of her pubis, wanting to touch even more. But, she quickly recovered herself, turned in my arms to face me, smiling.
"I wonder what's back there." she said, indicating the back area of the club.
There's a changing room in the back, with lockers. The patrons use this area to get completely undressed and store their clothes before going into the back area wearing only towels.
Once in the back area, towels remain or are removed. There are private rooms big enough for more than one couple, large open rooms with several mattresses, a room full of hot tubs, and corridors connecting all these filled with big comfortable couches. By this time, about 2:00 in the morning, it is so choked with people there is almost no place to go.
