The Club

PROCURESS OF THE MENU’S DOWNTOWN SOCIAL HOUR

My four club reprobates, as I so endearingly refer to them, have all experienced pressing travel schedules. However, as Procuress of their S-E-X menu, I have kept in touch by texting. My challenge has been to coordinate calendars for a happy hour meeting at the exclusive Club’s downtown location. Success! Over drinks and appetizers, it’s time to explore my clients’ wish-list of libido desires, so that I can arrange, as well as set the date, for the upcoming Fuck-Fest. The new location of Bizz Man’s Jameston Hall will be a complete surprise!

What male naughtiness will be ordered from the eroticism menu that I present to them tonight?

I await in the club’s luxurious lobby for the four gentlemen to arrive. After all, I am the invited guest of my cousin, Bizz Man, a distinguished member of this club.

He is the first to arrive. “Good to see you!” is my cousinly greeting, as our lips lightly buss. “Oh! Look at my lipstick all over your cheeks. What will the other gentlemen think?” is my facetious remark. “Hopefully cousin-to-cousin lewdness” is his smart-ass retort. “You, our Procuress, look stunning tonight. What is that perfume you are indulging yourself with? Lovely!”

As if on cue, Cyber Man, U-Man and Legal Man then stroll into the club’s front lobby.

This summer evening invitingly lures our party to the outdoor patio, defined by vividly glazed pots and overflowing bouquets of summer annuals in riotous colors. Small talk and cordialities are quickly subsumed in the real business at hand – that of planning the next secretive gathering. What will each man’s libido craving be this time around? I sense unbridled testosterone awash over all their conversations, reaffirming in my mind that setting a specific date for amorous play time is long overdue!

It's not so much their banter that is distracting me at this very moment, but it’s the butterflies --so numerous and busily flitting among the courtyard’s nasturtiums and daisies. These delicate creatures certainly remind me of some of my more memorable sexual experiences. I have to very consciously draw myself back into this foursome’s chitchat.

“What will it be for each of you, gentlemen?” is my catch-up question, penetrating thoughtful silence that has settled in around our table.

I believe it was U-Man that posed the next question and turned to focus on me, taking me somewhat aback. “Three of us really don’t know much about our beguiling Procuress of the Menu, except that you are Bizz Man’s first cousin and a most intriguing woman. Before we start detailing our next play session that you are so graciously arranging for us, we would be delighted for you – as our “go to” woman, to share something personal about yourself. Maybe even arouse us a bit over our cocktails?”

Legal Man then chimed in, “After all, there are very few secrets among the five of us sitting at this table! In fact, damn few!” Cyber Man vigorously nodded his head in agreement, then reached for his scotch on the rocks.

With that line of probing, my cousin leaned way back in his chair, sipped his dirty martini and simply offered “Go ahead, Cousin, give these lecherous geezers something to fantasize about.” Then he smiled.

“If you want personal sexual vignettes, that I can most certainly delight you with” was my reply.

So, I began my storytelling to entertain these gentlemen for their cocktail hour.

“As an only child, I never relished being casually touched. That was about to change, as my childhood bestie was also my next-door neighbor. There were plenty of girly sleep overs with warm bubbly baths, and Jody and I always shared the same bath, with the upstairs bathroom door closed, but unlocked. It was my girlfriend’s older sister that would frequently come in, plunk the toilet lid seat down and stay awhile to chat and toke one of their Dad’s snitched cigarettes. She just knew about boys and stuff like that! Big sisters were so smart, and Jody and I admired her worldliness to no end!

With washcloth in hand, it never even occurred to us that there was anything between our legs, except a spot to pee from and an ass to keep tidy. Big sister certainly filled in our little girl knowledge gaps! On one of big sister’s bathroom visits, she asked for my washcloth and deliberately ran it up my inner thigh. Her other hand reached under the bath water and slowly opened my girly-pink baby skin smooth labias. As improper as this seemed, pressing that soapy cloth to my clit introduced me to the sensations of pleasuring myself. Standing up in the bath water and having big sister hold my back and massage there – well --lordy, that first climax was a real stunner.

As a child, reaching under my panties was something I just knew I shouldn’t be doing – or, worse yet, get caught doing! But I loved the exhilaration of it, and masturbated often. Growing up, whenever I saw those beautiful pink and glittery butterfly stickers that little girls adore and paste on everything that doesn’t move, all I could think about was what it felt like to experience the big O. The idea of fucking a man hadn’t even entered this little girl’s mind – yet. And, my mother discussing menstrual periods was way in my future!

The second childhood recollection about being intimately touched involved yours truly who is sitting at this table. Yes, I’m referring to you, Cousin Bizz Man.”

At that point, the three other gentlemen at our table focused all eyes on him and awaited his reaction. He continued to quietly sip his drink.

“There was a six-year age gap between us and, as a teen, he certainly took a lot of my sexual learning as his personal mission. I was about seven when the subject of a boy’s cock came up. Of course, I had never seen one, except in a photo of Michelangelo’s “David” masterpiece. I never ever did see my dad’s.

When we were alone with parents working, my cousin asked if I wanted to see HIS? Of course, “Yes” was my response. He unzipped right in front of me and jacked himself off. I was mortified. How could boy private parts be so different than a girl’s? And what was that gooey whitish stuff? He even spread it on his fingers for me to taste. Salty!

Needless to say, Bizz Man continued my cousin-to-cousin seductive education, up to the point of almost taking my virginity. One evening, I really struggled to push his weight off of me before that happened. He had tugged my panties completely off and his trousers and BVDs were twisted about his ankles. Hickey marks were everywhere on my neck. We just had to cool it. I really didn’t want my cousin raping me! There certainly were no butterflies at that moment!

As we reached college age and beyond, our lives separated, even in terms of living in the same area. When I returned midlife to city living, we renewed our friendship of being cousins and began to enjoy – shall we say, intimacies.”

My cousin took another sip of his drink and simply smiled.

“More about your sex life, please! You certainly have captured our attention!” U-Man interjected from the other side of the cocktail rounds. Legal Man was attentive, but had remained noticeably quiet during this happy hour. He was visualizing, as only a lawyer can!

“Gentlemen, I also relish poolside time, just to repose on a favorite chaise lounge chair and be a spectator to cumulus cloud movements against a cerulean sky. Nude sun bathing is my shtick, as I slather myself with thick layers of scented sun creams. One afternoon, I was awakened from my summer dozing to what felt like dancing movements encircling my areolas. Tipping sunglasses to my forehead and peering straight down my torso, I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Butterflies were immersed in the botanical oils slathered on my titties, as these creatures use their feet to taste. The sensation of their feathery movements caused my nipples to stand erect. I dared not move, or these exquisite creatures would most certainly fly off. Eventually they did, but their subtle movements ensnared my imagination. I can assure you that butterflies touching bare skin are as sensual as heck!

With my butterfly dreams, I often lay poolside and fantasize about my body being sheathed in their sensations. Then I just can’t resist my oiled hands slipping deeply into my naked womanhood crevice, with my middle finger teasing open my vulva and slowly self-pleasuring my love bud. From past experiences with ogling my shaved pussy in front of a full-length mirror, I know that my labia lips start out both the color and texture like where a peach seed is peeled away from the fruit’s flesh. Then, the greater the arousal, the deeper red my ruffled, fleshy vulva becomes. It is blood to my skin’s surface -- all in anticipation. I’m so ready to take myself to orgasmic heights, as cunt juice dribbles down my inner thighs!”

At this point, I sense that all four men quietly shift in their chairs. A couple of the guys clear their throats.

“Masturbating to climax is like a million strands of animated energy forcing your body to arch upwards -- and then to collapse. To erupt in these moments when the body and soul combust in electrifying, pulsating sensations is to experience blinding sexuality. At these moments, no other thoughts can penetrate your psyche. It is sexual sensation in its purest form!”

Then I pause and sip my drink.

“Oh, waitress, may we have another round of cocktails?” Cyber Man now calls out to get her passing attention. None of my four club gentlemen move a muscle, so I continue with one last, but fairly recent story. My cousin knew what was about to be told.

“My friend had discovered helpful therapies for her health declining husband, including home visits by a professionally licensed stretch therapist. Multiple times she invited me to try this guy out. I always declined, because massage of any kind was mostly uncomfortable – the long ago “no touch thing” still firmly gripping at the back of my psyche.

Finally I relented to my friend’s coaxing, arriving at her home earlier than my scheduled appointment. That gave me time to catch my breath and observe what was going on. With her husband extended on a sizeable upright massage table, the therapist maneuvered legs and arms in every stretch position imaginable, including creating a strenuous 90-degree angle leg scissor position to the torso – and holding it there. Groan!

I was next up, and suddenly felt myself swallow hard.

Liam introduced himself, then extended his hand to help boost me onto his table. As he walked around and adjusted my body for this initial session, I glanced up, taking in his neck and chin with his perfectly trimmed black-haired goatee. His broad hands firmly clasped my feet, and the stretching of my body began. Electrifying is the only way to describe his initial touch. The butterflies of sexual hunger were suddenly released and flitting unexpectedly across my body! Was it just me?

Subsequently, I arranged for a private home session, and, of course, extended an invitation to my cousin, Bizz Man.

“There’s the doorbell” was my Cousin’s call out. “Are you going to get it, or should I?”

Liam’s wafting fragrance of spicy aftershave trail behind him, as he strolled past me to set up his massage table. I anxiously wait, then Liam extends his hand to me, signaling a personal invitation to that table. I eagerly stretch out in thirsty anticipation of his touch.

You, my dear cousin and voyeur, sit silently and taste your drink. From past cousin-to-cousin experiences, you surmise that, with Liam’s touch, cunt juices are pooling in my womanly crevice. When I glance beyond the massage table, I see your nostrils widen and suspect that your cock head is performing subtle arousal maneuvers deep within your trousers. Sexual hunger hangs heavily in the air. You can’t touch it. You can’t see it, but it’s definitely present!

Liam begins by sliding my feet together, stretching both legs across that table and then bearing his weight down on my upper thigh. Pushing my torso so that I am laying on my left side with my back to him, his powerful fingers start to play hide and seek at the edge of my waistline, inching his hands straightaway underneath my leggings. You, cousin, are observing his hand movements down the small of my back and fingering my ass crack.

He is now flesh-to-flesh with my right butt cheek, deliberately pausing to bear his nails firmly into my derriere. Without saying a word, this identical maneuver is performed on my other butt cheek, pulling away with a firm sweep over my crotch.

Liam repeats his hand movements.

You watch and quietly sip your drink.

He completes my hour session with a boner that makes his exercise shorts extend a bit over that massage table. We all see it, but say nothing. Cousin, are you there to pet me the moment Liam drives away? Will your hands jerk my panties down so that your nostrils nuzzle my arching mons pubis? Will you tongue me into a frenzied clit climax?

Gentlemen, I got my wish.

“Cousin, I have scheduled my second Liam massage. Will you be coming?”

“Yes, of course” is his response.

For this session, I’m dressed in flower print leggings and a form fitting hot pink top, but braless! Prior to my appointment, there’s my a.m. shower, really close leg and underarm shaving, as well as assuring that my pubic hairline is daintily shaped. Of course, I douche. Perfume is daubed on my lace panties and between my breasts. Hair is coiffed and makeup applied. I deem myself ready for this appointment — and for both gentlemen -- and whatever may come of it.

I love your French kissing foreplay before Liam arrives, causing me to discharge wetness against the crotch of my panties.

Fifteen minutes into this session, Liam’s right hand is firmly placed on my naked butt with fingers exploring my anus. He is quick to turn me on my side. Without saying anything, both of his powerful hands scooch my leggings and panties down a bit, with his broad, masculine fingers teasingly part my labia lips. Lubricated with my secretions, his other hand is trailing back and forth inside my vagina. Lordy!

For such a hefty man, his fingers alight and gently tease as if they are returning butterflies seeking nectar from my female secretions. I have loved all my butterfly experiences!

Liam is a master at feeling the ebb and flow of female arousals and leading a woman to the brink – then retreating from the clit to plunge deeply up into my vagina. His fingers adeptly perform the “come hither” maneuver and stroke my G-spot. Time and time again, his fingers return, gently alighting on my clit hood.

Our masseur then lowers his head, turning sideways, so as to view both of our facial reactions. “I want nothing more than to please you!” is Liam’s deep bedroom-voiced whisper. He then invites my cousin up to the massage table.

Stepping to the end of the table, Liam scooches my body forward so that my head is tilted down off the table. With me in that position, he pulls his prick out and positions himself for some delicious oral licking and sucking pleasures. My cousin finishes the task of yanking my leggings and panties completely off, trailing his fingers where Liam’s have been. Ah! What pleasures are to be experienced in getting my vagina finger fucked and simultaneously sucking cock.

Both gentlemen rock me out of my mind, taking me to such a pleasure precipice that I could have only imagined in my dreams. At that point, I care little about anything – just keep those butterfly climaxes coming. I arch my back, wanting more from them both. Liam creams all over my face. I finger his cum and suck it into my mouth. My cousin’s erection explodes by his own hand job, with semen spewing across my stomach and spattering the massage table. There’s a handshake between the men’s semen coated fingers and then those hands slather my erect nipples in their cum. In that moment it was if a thousand butterflies are sipping my feminine nectar.”

Dead silence envelopes the cocktail table, and I glance at my watch.

“Guys, that’s the end of my stories for tonight. It’s getting late.”

With all four gentlemen smiling, I needed to break their reveries and get back to the purpose of this evening’s patio discussion. Our evening together was fleeting.

“So, gentlemen, you now know a bit more about your Procuress!” Ironically, and at that very moment, the entire table spotted a real honest-to-goodness butterfly alighting on my margarita’s heavily sugared glass rim. It was there to taste the sweetness of life.

It didn’t take much coaxing after my stories to draw out each of their unconstrained fantasies. Remember that Jameston Hall will be a mega surprise for this elite group! None of them are aware of the property that Bizz Man has acquired – and of the forbidden pleasures that Jameston Hall is about to host.

To wrap up this cocktail hour, I have jotted down their wish list as follows:

FUCK FEST MENU DESIRES

Bizz Man: A taste of pink honey drawn from a mahogany goddess!

Cyber Man: Return of Sienna, of course!

Legal Man: Twins! Nubile twins!

U-Man: Masturbation Mania

Now, I just have to make it all happen!

Oh! It’s getting late and time to go! Of course, each gentleman kisses me on the lips before departing the Club, with everyone going their separate way. Perhaps it was the alcohol in my blood stream, but Legal Man’s kiss for me, Procuress of the Menu, seemed a bit too deep and probing inside my mouth. Legal Man – the connoisseur of young women and a BFF to Bizz Man? What are you thinking?

Time will tell.