We rejoined our table as well, and Kate directed our attention to a couple on the dance floor. At first I didn't notice what she meant, it took me a second to realize that one of the ladies was dancing topless wearing only a pair of panties. She had her arms around his neck so you couldn't see much of her front yet, but as they swayed we got a perfect rear view. Totally bare top to bottom, with only a pink pair of panties to be seen.
Kate said, "You guys might get to see some stuff tonight. Some nights nothing at all happens and not many people even show up, but tonight, with it half full already and one down to panties this early, you picked a good night to try."
I was surprised at how normal the woman looked. She wasn't a supermodel type, just a normal woman, with normal curves, and she looked totally content to be dancing with her man in her panties in a room full of people. The room full of people took it in stride. There were a few smirking raised eyebrows as people noticed her, but their faces said more 'tonight is going to be fun' than 'what the hell is she doing?'
Caleb poured me a shot, and we toasted, "To new experiences."
CHAPTER 18
"I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT..."
Michael offered to take us on a tour of the 'other room' and we accepted. Kate came with us. They lead us to a curtained doorway that I hadn't noticed before. They just pulled the curtain aside and led us in without a knock or anything. "There isn't a real door, just a curtain, that way you can come and go with your hands full, and the door opening and closing doesn't distract anyone inside."
It was dark inside, but there was a floor lamp in there in case anyone wanted or needed light. You could see easily though, coming from a dark bar your eyes were already accustomed. The room was small, and had couches on three walls, there was a gym mat leaning against a wall, available at any moment to be laid down on the floor.
"That's it?" I asked Michael in surprise.
"That's it. It is empty now, but sometimes there is a couple in here, sometimes all three couches are taken, you just never know."
The few windows in the room were covered by the same curtain material that covered the door. It looked like you could be on one of the couches and pull the curtain aside to see the rest of the bar, or more likely, someone in the main part of the bar could pull the same curtain aside for a peek in on what was happening in here. No windows lead to outside. It looked like it used to be an office of some sort, with the door and windows removed and curtained.
We followed them back out into the main bar. Someone hooted when we four emerged. Someone else yelled, "Anyone in there yet?"
"Nope, just us." Grinned Michael.
We sat and visited with our table, and danced a few more songs. So far it really was similar to any other bar, minus the other room. As we danced, we would point out to each other the various stages of undress of the women near us, but the men stayed fully dressed as promised.
We were sitting and drinking when Caleb elbowed me and pointed to a table against the wall. It was a rectangular table, and held a group of eight or ten people, but two of them were away from the others a bit at the end closest to us. A young woman was on the very end of the table sitting beside a man. They were sitting with their backs against the wall, facing the table and the dance floor. They were watching the dance floor and talking to each other, but she was topless.
She was beautiful, with creamy olive skin and large, firm, round breasts. She looked to be wearing a short pleated skirt, similar to a cheer-leading skirt or a school-girl skirt, with thigh-high stockings and stripper heels on. I couldn't tell if she was wearing panties or not. The whole time they were watching people and talking, his hand was sliding around, from her knees, up her thighs, under her skirt, playing with her, and then sliding back to her knee. Plain as day, not hiding anything. She had her legs open wide to allow his hand free access, and they talked and laughed and drank, with her breasts bared, and his hand working under her skirt.
"Wow, that's hot," Caleb said.
"It's like watching porn, but without the screen. Hey, look over there." I turned his attention to the other side of the room. Two ladies in nighties were standing with their group of about six, and they were laughing loudly as one of the ladies was sucking on the nipple of the other.
"Hey, that's the vintage nightie lady who had me spin for her," I told Caleb.
She had her gown pulled down around her waist, and thoroughly enjoying what the other lady was doing. Her husband was watching them, and I heard her tease him, " As much as I enjoy your mouth on me, Frank, no one can suck a woman's breast quite like another woman, they just know how we like to be kissed." He answered her back, "Well keep it up, maybe I'll learn something. It may take a few lessons though."
Caleb and I looked at each other, raised our eyebrows, raised our glasses, and cheered again. "To your birthday," Caleb said.
Kate leaned down and said, "Don't tell anyone it's your birthday unless you want lap dances. Birthday people are brought onto the middle of the dance floor and sat in a chair while all the willing ladies give them a lap dance."
"That's for the guy birthdays?" I asked.
"All birthdays." Kate said, "I know it's your first visit, and no one would make you, obviously, but you'll catch friendly hell, so you may not want to mention it too loud."
"Thanks for the warning."
"Are you having fun?" She asked us.
"Oh yeah." Caleb said.
"I really am, it's definitely different." I said. I repeated to her what I had told Caleb, "It's like watching the beginning of a porno, only without the screen."
"Yeah, it's hot, we go home and have wild sex after we leave here." Kate said, grabbing Michael for a kiss.
As they kiss, Caleb asks if I'm willing to go over to the couple against the wall with him, the topless one in the stockings. I guess I was pretty tipsy cause I say, "Sure, why not."
We head that way, Caleb holding my hand. He introduces us, and the guy, Chris, says smiling, "Nice to meet you guys, forgive me if I don't shake your hand."
Considering his hand is still under her skirt, I understand.
"Sit, sit," He says. "First time here?"
Caleb says yes, and the girl, Jessica, just looks at us wide eyed as Chris asks how we like it so far.
"It is definitely interesting," I laughed.
They guys seem to read each others mind, cause Chris says to me, "Do you want to touch her? She likes women, too."
I look at her, because I thought the ladies were in charge of initiating this stuff, and she nods her head yes. "Have you ever touched a woman before?" Chris asked me.
Now if you have ever hung out in the ladies room of a bar, it can get pretty interesting in there. Women showing friends and acquaintances their new tattoos, or just as often, their new boob jobs. And you often hear, "Touch them, see how real they feel? My doctor is amazing do you want his card?" Plus, we help each other into and out of some weird clothing, so it isn't terribly uncommon to come in contact with other women's breasts. I haven't felt anyone up on a sexualized basis before, but I had felt a new boob job or two in the bathroom. They were just boobs to me, but I had a set of my own, so they weren't totally foreign.
Knowing how men are when women touch each other, I was willing to play for Caleb. Make this trip worth his while. So I said, "No, never."
"Go ahead," She said, speaking for the first time. "Touch my breasts."
I tentatively reached up and lay my hand on her right breast. I played it up for Caleb. "So soft," I said. "Warm and silky." She had a small birthmark on the side of her breast. It almost looked like the shape of a butterfly.
"Can I touch you?" She asked, looking to Chris first.
"Sure."
She ran her hand over the outside of my silky gown. "Your nipple is hard." She said, as she slid her hand inside my gown. Her fingers teased my nipple. It actually felt good, I was surprised. Women have never interested me, and this was mainly for Caleb. I could see how much he was enjoying this. Wat
ching him get hot gave me a primal sense of power. I played it up some more.
"You have beautiful breasts." I told her.
"Thank you," she said. "I really like your nipples."
This whole time Chris' hand was sliding up and down her leg, under and out of her skirt, and Jessica and I were feeling each other up. The whole thing was kind of surreal. I had no interest in dating a woman, but she did have really nice breasts, and the feel of her hand was so new and foreign that it was pretty hot. Not to mention the effect I knew this was having on Caleb.
"Can I kiss you?" She asked me, again looking to Chris first. It seemed weird, like she was playing it up for him, but since I was doing the same, I couldn't really judge.
"Yeah, OK," I said, and she leaned in toward me. Our lips met softly, only the slightest bit of tongue at the very end of the kiss. "Nice, you're a great kisser."
"Thank you," I said.
We left after that, heading back to our table. Michael caught us when we got back over there. "Jumping right in there, huh?"
"Yeah, why not. You only live once right, and I never did the whole college experimentation thing."
"How was it?" He asked.
Caleb answered for me, "That was freaking awesome." I just laughed at him, like it was something I did every day.
Kate asked me later about it. I said, "It was easy. Us girls grow up holding hands, sleep overs, hugs, it's pretty normal to see two girls hanging out together. Plus I'd felt a few new boob jobs in the bathroom so it wasn't a stretch. It's not really my thing, girls don't turn me on that way. But you've got to admit that as a sex, we are beautiful. And if that little kiss and touch show sticks with Caleb forever, I will be the best memory he has ever had. And I just guaranteed myself the best birthday sex ever tonight."
There was something about liquor, birthdays, and a new hot bar that I knew I'd never set foot inside of again that brought out the bravery. A while later I heard the opening to Katy Perry's song "I Kissed A Girl" start playing and I decided that before we left I was going to play in that shadow box. Before Katy ever got to "I kissed a girl and I liked it, the taste of her cherry chapstick, I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it..." I was up in that box dancing my heart out and having fun.
The cool thing about the shadow box was that you could see exactly how you looked to those on the other side. The spotlight threw my shadow onto the glass so I could see a mirror image of what Caleb was seeing. I untied the top of my halter and pulled my nightie down around my waist, and I could turn just right so that my erect nipple showed in a perfect outline as I danced. I ran my hands up and down my body, playing with my breasts, while enjoying that song in a personal way that I never had before.
When the song was over I backed up from the window and retied my gown before coming out. I'm not sure I would have done that if so many people hadn't already been in there tonight. A couple of girls had gotten up there together as well, putting on quite a show. Each one of them looked even better in silhouette than they did in person and I couldn't pass it up. Plus that song was just perfect. Take that, Bond girls.
Caleb met me on the dance floor after my little show, and as we danced he told me how hot my performance made him. "Damn, your nipples looked amazing up there, your outline was so sexy, we may see the inside of that back room tonight after all."
"Not so fast cowboy. It's all been fun and games, but for anything real, I am not doing it here. You're just going to have to wait until we get to your place."
I think I was the only fully dressed woman on the dance floor at this point. Only about a quarter of the women had lost their nighties, but I think they were all out here with us. No one fully naked, but a few topless dancers with their nighties pulled down, some had worn two piece Pj sets and were just wearing the little shorts, and a couple in just panties. This place was surreal.
When we got back to our table, Michael said, "Come here, listen," and led us to the curtained door of the back room. We could hear sex noises, plain as day. It sounded like when you are trying to watch a porn channel you don't quite get, so all you get is audio.
"There are two couples in there, wanna peek?"
I did want to, pretty bad, but I thought it would be weird to say yes, privacy and all. But Caleb had no such issues, "Hell yeah."
So Micheal pulled the curtain aside, and we all three walked in. "Don't worry," Michael said quietly, "You don't come in here if you mind being watched."
There was one couple on the floor, someone had laid down the mat. They were in missionary position, and they were the ones we could hear outside of the curtain. The moaning and breathing was erotic, but it was really weird to be standing there watching a couple have sex. "I do like that sound," I said. "It's very sexy and primal to hear that." On the back couch was another couple. He was sitting like normal on the couch, and she was facing him, straddling him. Beside them was another woman, sitting normal like the man was and right next to him. The two women were kissing each other, and the man was being ridden by one woman, but had his fingers inside the other. "Surreal," was all I could say. "It really is like being on a porn set. Interactive porn."
When we got back to our table I yawned. It was getting really late. I asked Caleb what time it was and he looked, saying, "It is almost 6 a.m."
"Bullshit."
"Seriously, we've been here six hours."
"What time do they close?" We asked Michael.
"Whenever everyone is done."
"Wow, really?"
"Yep, they won't wait on one couple or anything, but once the party dies on it's own. As you can see, it's starting to wind down. It won't be long now."
"Well, I'm ready. Are you?" I asked Caleb.
We said our goodbyes, and thanked Kate and Michael for inviting us. We drove home, tired, yawning, but horny as hell.
Caleb pushed me down on the bed the minute we got upstairs. He pulled my panties off and buried his face between my legs. Damn that felt so good, after being so turned on all night. He stopped working me with his mouth, and stood up, driving into me over and over. As I was getting close to coming, he stopped, and went down on me again, alternating his mouth with his hard cock until I thought I was going to scream.
This time, before he could break away, I fisted my hands in his hair and held him there, rubbing against him until I came against his tongue. When I finished, he stood up again, and after just a few hard, loud strokes, he came as well.
"Holy shit, what a night." Was all he said as he pulled me against him, and we immediately fell asleep.
CHAPTER 19
THE MORNING AFTER
It was weird waking up in Caleb's bed again, after two weekends out of it. I was grateful for it though. If I had gone home and woken up just now in my own bed, everything would be different somehow. Either the real-ness of last night would sink in, leaving me wondering all day what the hell I had been thinking, or it would feel like I had dreamed the whole thing.
Instead, waking up here at Caleb's, I had someone to talk to about everything. And being here still had that removed from the real-world quality that I so enjoyed about Caleb's.
We woke sometime in the early afternoon, which made sense since we didn't get to sleep until after dawn. I felt Caleb's hands run up and down my body as he woke up. "Oh good, you really are still here. I thought I dreamed you. I missed having you in my bed."
I laughed at him, saying, "I was just thinking the same thing, that if I had woken up alone in my bed I would have been convinced I dreamed the whole thing. How wild was last night?"
"Oh, wild doesn't even begin to cut it. I know it was your birthday, but thank you for letting me be there. That was the coolest night, and I will never forget it in all my life. As an old man, sitting in a nursing home with Alzheimer's, I will still keep the memory of last night. Even if it is the only memory I have left. "
I laughed at him again. "You are such a man."
"And you were so freaking hot," he said, rememb
ering. "Touching and kissing Jessica, and that shadow dance. Watching everything last night, I couldn't imagine being there with anyone but you, and you were so cool about everything. You just jumped right in, like always. I love that about you."
We talked over everything we had seen and done, reliving everything in the light of day. He asked if I had any regrets. "No, I don't. I haven't turned bi-sexual overnight or anything, but women are so beautiful, and it is more common for women to appreciate another woman than that is for men. You don't see men enjoying the art of another man, but watching all the ladies was erotic. Even watching the people in that back room, it wasn't as awkward as you would think. It was sexy watching people enjoy each other and themselves. It really was surreal though. I keep using that word, but it's the only word that works. It was like watching porn about a bar like that, but having the screen melt away, and finding yourself in the middle of it all. I'm glad I went, it's like we share this weird little secret that the rest of the world is left out of."
"Let's put some coffee on." Caleb said.
"Good idea. I am starving, do you have anything to eat?"
"Yeah, but I'm too hungry to cook. Let's drive thru and get breakfast sandwiches."
We threw clothes on without showering, planning on coming right back here with food. As Caleb drove, we laughed about things we had seen last night. As he turned a corner fast, I said, "Whoa, I think I'm still drunk." That observation threw me into a fit of giggles, and made Caleb laugh too.
We stopped at the speaker and a female voice asked if she could take our order. Caleb asked her instead, "Why don't blind men skydive?"
"What?" Was her confused reply.
That sent me into another fit of laughter. I didn't know the punchline, but the fact that I was still a little drunk, and after the weirdness of last night, pulling up to a drive thru speaker and hearing, instead of a food order, the words, "Why don't blind men skydive?" was hilarious.
He asked her again. This time she giggled and said, "I don't know. Why don't blind men skydive?"
He said, "I'll tell you at the window," and proceeded to order.
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