"Samantha, I know what I want you to wear to Trapeze."
"Really? What, baby?"
"Just a dress and shoes. No stockings, no underwear, no bra, and the dress should be something a little tight, like a knit."
"OK, baby, anything you want."
Samantha and I are an odd couple. We met through unusual circumstances and probably shouldn't be together. But something did bring us together. Somehow we knew instinctively we would have this crazy sexual energy. Even though we've both had plenty of experience, I've never responded to anyone the way I respond to her. It almost feels like what I used to do wasn't really sex. She claims that she was passive before me but it's hard for me to believe. When we are together I can taste her hunger and we attack each other like the rest of the world doesn't exist. I can feel her consuming every part of me.
We had been talking about going to a sex club. We looked at one that was too seedy, and one that wasn't seedy enough, and settled on the one that was just right.
"We'll get the hotel first so you have someplace to change, but I'd like you to dress before we go out to dinner."
"Won't that be a little too much for in public? What if people see me?"
"You don't have to be obscene, baby. I promise I'll behave. I just want to put my hand on your leg and know nothing is between me and your pussy. Just knowing you have nothing on will drive me wild."
"We'll see, baby."
The club trip was a week away and that week felt like a million years. All I could think about was what she would look like and what we would do. Even in a normal week, I find myself thinking about kissing her half the time and fucking her the other half. This week was impossible. What would she look like? Would she go to dinner slutty for me? What would we have the courage to do at the club?
The day finally came, and we met to go to the hotel. She got ready and she was absolutely gorgeous. She dressed exactly like I asked. I could see her dress hugging her. And shoes. Nothing else. She didn't look out of the ordinary, but my eyes were going back and forth between her tits and her pussy trying to see through the dress. No luck, yet, but we'd take care of that later.
We grabbed dinner at a Japanese place I knew and started getting ready for the club. Samantha doesn't usually drink, but I talked her into a glass of wine. Drinking makes her horny and I wanted her relaxed. Through dinner, I put my hand on her knee, and moved it up as far as she would let me. There were too many people too close for me to feel her wetness, but I could still feel the warmth from her pussy on the back of my hand. She felt it, too. I could see her excitement. Her nipples were hard and her dress was doing nothing to hide them.
She got up to go to the bathroom, and every head turned to follow her. She isn't very large on top, a B cup, but as she walked to the bathroom every step made her boobs jiggle just a little bit. I don't think she realized how hot it was, but I did. Probably every other man in the restaurant, too.
Finally, it was time to go to the club. We paid and got up to go. As we walked down the stairs to the street, I reached an arm around and pinched one of her nipples. Hard. She turned and kissed me deep, driving her tongue down my throat and softy biting my lower lip. This was going to be fun.
At the club, we took a few minutes to check the place out. There was a room called the mat room that seemed to be an orgy space. There were semi-private rooms with beds. There was also a bar area with plastic cups. We were there pretty early, so not much was going on. The club allowed nudity, obviously, but it hadn't really picked up yet. It was supposed to be couples only, but I noticed a couple of single guys. I guess they came with escorts who abandoned them. I was pretty glad not to be abandoned. Samantha was getting some attention. She is a knockout. And I could tell she was starting to get hot. I would be fucking the hottest woman at the club tonight.
We went to the bar area and sat at a table to have a drink. We sat for a little bit when I noticed one of the single men come in behind us and take a table about five feet away. I could tell he was attracted to Samantha. He must have followed us after we checked out the rest of the club.
"Baby, do you see the man off to your right?"
"Yes."
"I think he likes you."
"Why do you think that?"
