My name is Allison, and this is my story about my first experiences at a swing club.
I turned 18 in the early spring of my senior year. While I wasn't a virgin, I also wasn't promiscuous. I had given a few hand and blowjobs, had my kitty eaten, but had only had full intercourse twice. Once was with my boyfriend the night before he moved away, the night I lost my virginity. He was also the recipient of the aforementioned hand and blowjobs. And the second time was at a party, a cute college guy had caught my interest. I wasn't a prude, I certainly enjoyed and desired sex, I just didn't find anyone that really "did it for me," so to speak. I made it a point to go on the pill before I started having sex. Both times condoms were used, I just wasn't taking chances.
I stand at 4'11', weigh an even 100 pounds, I have curly light brown hair that sits just past my shoulders, and full C cup breasts. I've played soccer for most of my life and was quite toned with all of my curves right where they were supposed to be. I always had a healthy attitude towards sex. I love reading erotic stories and quite often masturbate imagining myself in them. All sorts, I don't really have a favorite type, it's all about the imagery. It can be male/female, lesbian, gay male, bi sexual, threeway, gangbang, slut wife, BDSM, anything really. If it's hot, I'm in.
It had been just my Dad and I for the last 6 years. We lost my Mom to cancer. It was a tough time, but we were able to manage. Dad and I made it a point to both seek out therapy to deal with the grief and I truly believe we've both come out stronger on the other side. We're a little distant with each other, but still close, if that makes any sense.
It was through my waitressing job at a busy local restaurant that I had first heard about the club. A local swing club that seemed to be rather popular in that community. It wasn't unusual on a Friday or Saturday night to have at least one table having a conversation about going there for fun. Not a conversation I was involved in, but you just can't help but overhear things, you know? Anyway, one night there was this attractive, mid 40s(probably) couple that I overheard talking about it. My curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask about it.
They were more than happy to tell me about it, where it was, what it was like, the phone number, everything I could need. I had found out it was what's called an "on-premise" club, it was bring your own alcohol, open to couples and single females only, and 18 and over. I was curious about the age limit, given the alcohol. They told me that the bar area was separate from the rest of the club, and was the only spot where alcohol was allowed to be consumed. The club used wristbands that would allow or disallow access to that area. For me, being under 21, I would have a red wristband. That made sense.
What I found most intriguing though was the fact that neither of them tried to hit on me in any way at all. They treated me like an adult, answered my questions, made me feel at ease. They were both very nice and fun to talk to. And they were good tippers! After they left, my decision was made. I was going to check out that club the following weekend.
That Friday after school I had made hair and nail appointments, and got a full body wax. I had no expectations of what the night would bring, but I always loved feeling pretty. Waxing was something I had discovered a few years earlier, being involved in athletics like I was it always felt better with smooth skin. My Dad wouldn't be home, he worked in Finance and travelled quite a bit for his job. I showered, did my makeup, and got dressed. The club had a dress code, which I liked. It wasn't nearly as strict for women as it was for men, but I wanted to look good. So I had chosen a tight little black dress and 4" platforms. The dress was simple. It sat just above mid thigh, was backless, and tied behind my neck. Sexy without being slutty or trashy. I hadn't planned on wearing a bra -- being 18 does have some advantages! I decided to skip the panties as well, the dress was very form fitting.
I got to the club around 9:30 that night. The parking lot was a bit more than half full. I made my way inside and handed my ID to the girl at the desk. She looked at it, looked at me, then called the club manager over to look at it. He told her it checked out, so I paid my entry fee, got my wristband, and headed in. I took advantage of the included lockbox service and left my tiny purse at the desk.
Once inside I made my way through the lounge area and headed towards the music. I was in the mood to dance and the DJ was killing it. The dance floor was a bit crowded, with people of all ages bumping and grinding, some clothes missing here and there, and a really fun vibe. I had never experienced anything like this before, but it just felt really natural. I worked my way into the crowd and started moving. It wasn't long before I felt a man press up behind me and move with me. I pushed my ass back into him playfully, gave a few wiggles and danced away. Next was a woman in her 30s, a few extra pounds but very pretty. She came up in front of me and shimmied down and back up my body. She leaned over and said that I was very sexy, and she hoped to see more of me later.
I spent a few more minutes out there dancing and grinding with some others and then made my way over to the juice bar. After getting a drink, I looked around the room and saw a man sitting by himself against the wall who I thought I recognized. I made my way over and was a little shocked.
"Mr. Greene?"
"Hello Allison," he said, as he stood up and extended his hand to me. "Very nice to see you." Mr. Greene was my math teacher from Junior year. He was late 40s, salt and pepper hair, broad shouldered and had a slight belly. A good looking man overall. "That dress looks simply fantastic on you. What brings you here tonight?'
"Curiosity, mostly." I replied, as i took his hand and sat down. He sat back down, next to me. "What about you?"
"My wife and I are members. We come here from time to time for a bit of fun." He pointed her out on the dance floor, a 5'6" voluptuous blonde who was making out quite passionately with a rather buff man. "Looks like she's made a new friend."
I found the scene quite erotic, and felt a flush come over me. There she was, a married woman openly being groped and fondled by another man right in front of her husband, just like in the stories. It was SO hot! I felt myself envious of her, how sexy it must be to know your husband is ok with wherever that was heading! "O wow! They're really getting into it, Mr. Greene! You don't mind watching this?" I asked.
"No, I don't," he said. "It's quite erotic really, watching her lose control like she is. This club allows us to live out our fantasies and get all the satisfaction that we crave. She loves really big cocks, and group fun. She can easily get both here." As he was speaking, another not near as buff guy moved in behind her and started grinding against her ass while sliding his hands up and over her breasts. The look of lust in her eyes was amazing. After about another minute of this, she broke away and led them both off the dance floor down a hallway on the other side of the room.
"Where are they going?" I asked.
