The End.
Dance with Me
Last Saturday night, Pamela and I went to the "Electric Dream Cafe", an underground club at a secret location in town. It's an "almost anything goes" sort of club, and often there are live bands, BDSM demonstrations, and even a live sex show on occasion. That night, however, was a simple "meet & greet" dance, with a "sheer & see-through" clothing theme.
We hadn't been to the club in weeks, and we were due for a night out. Pamela was dressed to the nines, in black high-heeled boots, stockings and garters, and a sheer silk shirt over a tiny pair of white lacy panties and matching bra. She wore her long straight blonde hair loose, and she looked hot! We met up with a couple we know from the club, Margie and Dirk. After exchanging hugs, kisses and a groping hand or two, they introduced us to their friends.
They had brought along two couples, John and Vikki, and Bill and Zoe, and a trio, Ben, Tiffany, and Sophia. I greeted the gentlemen with firm handshakes and the ladies with gentle kisses to their hands. Jules was there, too. She's a good friend of ours, who sometimes shares our bed, and we greeted her with enthusiastic hugs, kisses, and gropes. Jules was decked out in a black bustier which showed off her amble bosom nicely, and fishnet stockings, with a long lacy-black open shirt trailing behind her.
We had great fun talking and laughing together, and I took Pamela and Jules out on the dance floor each in turn, for some quality grope time, and I was in a constant state of arousal, pressing my body up against these beautiful women. The music was a bit too loud, but we managed to carry on conversation when we were not dancing.
During sit-out times, while we talked to Dirk and Margie, and made plans with Jules for future get-togethers, my eye kept wandering over to Zoe. She was not dressed to theme, exactly. She wasn't really even dressed sexy (which is okay; neither is a requirement to get into the club), wearing black slacks and a simple loose-fitting button-up shirt. It was her face that drew my eyes to her. Very pretty, she was, with long dark-brown hair, pulled back off of her beautiful face. She had a lovely shy smile, and sparkling eyes. On impulse, I approached her, greeting her husband, and asked her if she wanted to dance. Showing her beautiful smile again, she said yes, and I lead her out onto the floor.
Making small-talk as we swayed to the slow sensual music, we held each other close. Zoe was (I guessed correctly) five foot ten, and she fit nicely in my arms. I kissed her on the neck, and wrapping my arms tightly around her, I told her what a beautiful woman she was. She thanked me, and complimented me on my "gorgeous blue eyes". Taking a chance, I kissed her again on the cheek, and made my way slowly to her sweet lips. She kissed me back, deeply, and encouraged, I let my hands explore her back, brushing the top of her luscious round buttocks, and up her sides, where I lightly brushed her lovely round breasts. The song ended much too soon for my taste, and with one final kiss, we went back to our seats.
Sitting back with an ice cold cola, I talked to Margie and Dirk, and watched as Pamela and Jules danced slow and close, kissing each other deeply. I was looking forward to the next time the three of us got together in private, and I fantasized about watching them each go down on the other, and on me.
I was left alone with my wonderfully filthy thoughts, as Dirk and Margie hit the dance floor, and Zoe got up and headed for the washroom. Bill was dancing with Vikki, and Ben Tiffany and Sophia were having a rhythmic cuddle in a far corner of the dance-floor, and John was chatting up a lovely young lady at the bar. Thoroughly relaxed, I enjoyed watching the randy crowd dancing and groping, but my eyes were torn away from the dance floor, when Zoe reemerged from the washroom. She had changed her clothes, and was now wearing a frilly black lace see-through teddy, and matching panties. Oh, she was lovely.
Meeting her halfway, I again asked her to dance. She smiled her lovely shy smile, and lead me to the floor. We slipped easily into each other's arms, as another sensuous dance tune began, and danced slowly together. We talked a little about mundane things (what each of us did for a living, and "how do you like the club? Oh, this is only your second visit?" that sort of thing), through most of one song, before letting our hands move tantalizingly over each other's bodies. Kissing me passionately, her tongue probing my mouth, she allowed me to squeeze her round fleshy buttocks, and slip my hands under her top, where I felt the bare flesh of her massive tits, and squeezed her hardening nipples. Our hips were pressed tightly together, and I began to realize that her height put our genitals at almost equal level. We dry-fucked right there on the dance floor, my hard cock rubbing against her pussy. Slipping my hand into her panties, I rubbed her lovely buttocks, while pressing my rock-hard dick into her crotch. Moving my hand around between our bodies, I slid my fingers alongside her very wet pussy lips, causing her to moan in my ear. I gently massaged her clit for only a few minutes, when the music stopped.
We had danced through three songs, but now there was a long silent gap, and the dance-floor was clearing. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand from her panties, and thanked her for the dance with a kiss. Both of our knees wobbling, we made our way back to our respective partners for a rest.
I bought a round of soft drinks for Jules and Pamela and myself, and we kissed an cuddled in the corner. The DJ finally got the music sorted, and encouraged people, over the mike, to grab a partner, and do a strip-tease for them. Jules grabbed my hand, and dragged me, protesting mildly, to a chair, where she sat, and told me to dance for her. I almost didn't do it. Not being the best dancer in the world (but far from the worst in the club), I felt kind of silly and conspicuous. But what the Hell? Jules wanted me to dance for her, so dance for her I did. Swaying gently to the music, I removed my belt, and unbuttoned my shirt, so she could rub my chest and tweak my nipples. Bending slightly, I rubbed my hard cock into her crotch, and gave her a slow sensuous dry fuck. I couldn't last long in this position (very hard on the thighs), and only danced one song for her, but she thanked me just the same, with a long deep tongue-kiss, and a gentle squeeze to my balls.
My cock was harder than ever, and I was really looking forward to getting Pamela alone, where I could do all sorts of naughty perverted things to her lovely nude body. But I still had unfinished business with Zoe.
Nodding hello to Bill again, I approached Zoe, and extended my hand, asking her "would you care to dance?"
I noticed some hesitation before she smiled and took my hand, and we made our way through the half-naked crowd to the dance floor once again. She slipped her arms around me, and we started dancing. Her hesitation earlier bothered me a bit, and I felt perhaps I might have overstepped my bounds during our last dance. "Zoe," I began, "if I was a bit too forward, earlier, I apologize. Perhaps I should have said this before, but at this club 'no' means 'no', and I would not be insulted if you said it to me."
"Oh, don't worry about that," she said, smiling. "It felt wonderful. I'm just concerned about leading you on. Bill's still a bit overwhelmed by this club, and I don't want to give the idea that I'll be going home with anyone. If you want to dance, and feel me up, that's great. It's a lot of fun, but that will probably be it, for now."
I smiled. "I have no expectations of you, Zoe."
We agreed that nothing had to happen, and I for one did not want to make Bill (or anyone else for that matter) uncomfortable. We talked, however, about some fun things that two couples could do without ever swapping partners.
"For instance," I said, kissing her neck, and nibbling on her ear, "just fucking while another couple is fucking in the same room can be quite intense."
"Mmmm," she agreed, kissing me full on the mouth. We held each other close, and I was reminded again of the proximity of her pussy to my hard cock. She ground her hips against my manhood, and kissed me more passionately. My hands began roaming again, and I felt up her lovely large tits, and squeezed her nipples roughly. She winced, and when I expressed concern that I might be too rough, she assured me that she'd let me know. I gave her nipple a little twist, and rubbed her ass through her panties.
M
oving my hands to her panty-clad pussy, I felt the material, and noticed that it was quite wet. My fingers were glistening with her love-honey when I brought them to her lips. She licked my fingers provocatively, like she was sucking cock. Slipping my hand into her panties, I felt her womanflesh again, and a tiny whimper escaped her lips.
Gently massaging her clit, I kissed her deeply and wetly, our tongues dancing to the same rhythm as we were. She broke the kiss to whisper, "press harder!" I did just what she asked, rubbing her clit firmly with my middle finger, and she moaned loudly in my ear.
"Do you want me to make you cum?" I asked her, while trying to do just that.
She nodded, and moaned, "but you'll have to hold onto me tight -- Ooo!" Holding her close, I slipped a finger deep into her pussy, rubbing hard on her clit with my thumb. Her moans got louder, and her grip around my shoulders got tighter as I brought her closer and closer to her climax.
Moving one hand to my slacks, Zoe unzipped my fly, and reached into my boxer shorts, grabbing my very hard cock in her soft hand. She stroked it lightly, sending waves of sensation throughout my body, and her moans, as I stimulated her clit, were louder than the music. In the midst of the pressing crowd, we masturbated each other, and I did my best to keep her on her feet, as her knees wobbled.
Gripping my cock tightly, Zoe's body trembled as she got closer and closer to ecstasy, and I continued to finger her wet snatch. She completely gave up on the idea of standing on her own two feet, wrapping her arms around my neck, and using me for support, as she began wailing and crying out. Her sexy voice resounding in my ear, she pushed her hips against me, impaling herself on my finger, while I drew circles around her clit with my thumb, and then she came! Her love juices flowed freely from her hot cunt as she shuddered to a delicious climax. I brought my fingers up to her lips once again, and she licked her sweet nectar off of them, sucking my fingers sexily.
I held her in my arms and swayed until the end of the song, as she regained the use of her legs. She thanked me for the dance with a loving kiss.
"Oh," she said as I zipped up my pants, "you didn't get to finish."
"That's okay," I said kissing her again, "I don't particularly want a big wet spot on my pants."
"I'll make sure he doesn't go to sleep unsatisfied," said Pamela wrapping her arms around the two of us. "That was quite a sexy show you two put on," she smiled.
I kissed her gently, and put my arms around both ladies, and we had a nice slow dance together, before we said our good-byes, expressing hope that we'd see each other again.
And Pamela's word was as good as gold. That night, when we got back to my apartment, Pamela and I did all sorts of naughty perverted things to each other's nude bodies. But that's a whole other tale.
The End.
Girlie Girl's Doctor Visit
My knees were bent, covered with the sheet, and my feet were firmly set in the stirrups. It was my annual checkup, and I waited for my doctor to come in the room. The air conditioner was blowing full blast, and my nipples were hard and erect, poking through the paper. Still, even with the cold air, I could feel fluid leaking from my wet and swollen cunt, and the room had the scintillating, unmistakable odor of the need to fuck. Delicious!
I shut my eyes and waited. Certainly was taking him a long time to get to me today. I had not slept much the night before, and was feeling a little irritable. I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because the next thing I knew, two of his nurses were standing on either side me -- one of them patting my arm.
"Girlie Girl? Doctor was called away to the hospital to deliver a baby. He asked Nurse Janie and me to take very good care of you while he was away. It will be at least an hour before he returns, and we were wondering if you think you might enjoy a massage while you're waiting. We'll even let you fall asleep. Are you interested?"
Mostly I was disappointed. I really wanted to get the checkup over and done with. I had been here all morning, going through lab work, stress tests, being prodded and poked, and wearing these silly paper gowns. I knew, though, if I chose to leave, I would simply have to return another day to complete the checkup.
"Sure. Of course. A massage would be nice. That's a new service, right? How much will it cost me?"
Nurse Janie said, "Oh, it's our treat. Doctor was very specific about our looking after you and keeping you comfortable. You are his very favorite patient, you know," and she slid her arm under my neck to help me sit up. The paper sheet fell to the floor and I was naked...and getting colder.
Nurse DeeDee left the room momentarily and returned wheeling in a portable massage table. In no time at all, they had it completely set up and dressed with a full heating pad, sheet and pillow.
"We're going to keep you undraped, Sweetie, since the heating pad is on, and I've turned down the A/C. Have you ever heard of Tantric massage?"
I shook my head, 'no'.
"Oh!" said Nurse Janie. "You're going to love this. Usually it's just done one on one, but today you're in for a real treat -- a four-handed Tantric massage. Nurse DeeDee will be on one side of you, and I will be on the other. We will both be doing the same strokes most of the time.
"By the way, you certainly smell very yummy!"
Nurse DeeDee helped me up on the massage table, and asked me to lie face down, with my arms at my side.
"Blow out slowly through your mouth. Now hold it to a count of five, and inhale through your nose. Let go, Sweetie. Let go. Just enjoy..."
I felt warm oil poured into the small of my back, and four hands begin to stroke my tired body. They lifted my legs high enough to fully spread them apart, and laid them back down on the table.
I felt four hands on my ass cheeks, massaging so very slowly. The warm oil was scented and intoxicating, as their hands moved from my ass, up my back, to my shoulders and neck. Back and forth...back and forth, so rhythmically and slowly. Fingers spread my ass cheeks, as hands moved my legs even further apart, with my feet dangling off either side of the table. I felt fingers alternately softly rimming my ass, while another pair of hands spread my cunt lips and played with my clit, using even more warm oil. They worked methodically, but not fast. Everything they did was timed perfectly to match my breathing. And while they played with me, they kept massaging my body, too. I realized there was a steady drum beat, accompanied by flute music. I had not noticed when they turned it on, and was not even sure where it was coming from.
It seemed they massaged my ass, back, legs and cunt for a very long time. I did not want them to stop, though I was certain the hour was almost at an end.
"Time for you to roll over, Sweetie."
Nurse DeeDee? Nurse Janie? I couldn't tell. I didn't care.
They placed a pillow under my head when I settled on my back, and they put a padded eye mask over my eyes so the overhead light would not bother me. Again on either side of me, the nurses began to massage my nipples and my titties. They stroked them so lightly until my nipples were fully erect, and I felt their lips on my titties, sucking, kissing. I faintly heard them "ooooooh" and "ahhhhhhhh" while they sucked and kissed. One of them said, "Look at these nipples! Doctor was right...they are very suckable and so big!"
More warm oil was poured onto my belly. Their soft, expert fingers and palms spread the oil up my stomach to my chest and down my arms. Over and over and over their hands worked magic on my body, returning again and again to my nipples to tease and enchant me.
One of the nurses moved to my feet and spread my legs even further apart, while the other nurse leaned down to my ear and said, "You smell soooo wonderful! Do you mind if we take turns tasting you?"
"Oh, please! I insist!" I whispered, barely able to raise my voice. "Just don't stop touching me." I was pleading with them as though I had never been touched before, and this would be my last opportunity.
"Janie," Nurse DeeDee said, "I'll spread her lips and you go first. I want to taste your spit mixed with her juices when it's my turn!"
Nurse Janie climbed up on the
table and placed her mouth over my spread cunt lips. She licked the inside then the outside, running her tongue through my pubic hair, then tickled and lightly flicked my clit slowly with her tongue, sucking and kissing until I exploded in orgasm, writhing beneath her, her spit mixed with my cum.
"Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, God!" I moaned and rolled from side to side, my legs wrapped around Nurse Janie's body, as Nurse DeeDee sucked my titties again. "Please don't let this end! Please make it last!"
Before I completely stopped rolling, the nurses changed position, and Nurse DeeDee inserted a vibrating dildo into my cunt. And, while she rimmed my ass with her fingers, she kissed and sucked my clit with her lips, poking and prodding and tongue fucking my cunt.
Nurse DeeDee raised her head and said, "Make her suck, too!"
I could not see, but I could sense Nurse Janie unbuttoning her uniform, unhooking her bra and letting her titties fall into my face. I latched on to one nipple, then the other, as though I were a hungry baby seeking milk I sucked titties and loved it! I loved all of what they were doing, and I never wanted it to end!
Just as Nurse DeeDee sucked my clit to orgasm, and I gasped out loud, the door opened and I heard my doctor's voice.
"Oh, Ladies! What a fine job you've done taking care of my Girlie Girl! Now you understand why I love to ride her bus! Didn't I tell you she is the best fuck?"
The nurses raised my head up with two more pillows and uncovered my eyes so I could watch the doctor get undressed. His cock was hard and ready for me, and he looked me in the eye and said, "How much more do you want, Girlie Girl?"
I panted, out of breath. "As much as you have to give me, Doc," I said. "But you weren't supposed to tell anyone about the Girlie Girl fuck bus. You signed an agreement. I trusted you. We can't let this get out."
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