“Okay man you’re driving me nuts with this sad sack expression let’s go have some fun and maybe get you laid,” he laughed and said, “I heard of this place some of the kids been talking about, Winchesters, it’s off 114.”
And that was the night he met Tammy and Tammy did not have a great behind. No one’s behind had moved him since Sharla until at the Christmas party Joy Abrams had him mesmerized.
It was Bobby who made the first comment that day. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, “Wouldn’t you like that in The Club?” And Royce chuckled.
Joy and Michael were standing talking to Phil who managed the country club, and his wife. Then Phil took them around to introduce them to everyone. When they got to Tammy she beckoned him over. Joy was holding onto Michael’s arm and when he stood in front of her he saw the most stunning woman. Her hair was deep dark black that flowed down her back in a wavy cascade, a natural wave framed dark ebony eyes and golden brown luminous silk skin; her lips shimmered with pink frosting waiting to be kissed, kissable lips is what she had, full and luscious. Royce thought Joy Abrams was stunningly beautiful and he’d never even thought to look at a black woman or black people for that matter. He knew who he was and how he was raised; he was a good ol boy and black people didn’t figure in any of his plans or in his life period, but here he was looking at a black woman and finding her attractive, more than attractive, extremely beautiful is what he found her.
As he was introduced it was clear Michael was the outgoing talkative one; he was charming and wasn’t bad looking either, tall, a deeper brown than Joy, a thin mustache and hair cut close. Joy although stylish and trendy in her black skirt and gold blouse came across as shy.
“I’m Michael Abrams and this is my wife Joycelyn,” she smiled shyly at him as they spoke. “You can call me Joy,” she said with her shy smile and offered her hand for him to shake. And somehow he got through the introductions trying not to stare and for some reason as he looked into her eyes he found himself wanting to take her in his arms and hold her and he wanted to kiss those exquisite pink painted lips and his heart felt like it was on a roller coaster about to take that first steep drop and he could feel blood pulsing rapidly through his veins. His reaction to her was powerful and overwhelming and he forced himself to tear his eyes away from her and shake Michael’s hand.
“Nice to meet you,” she said as she was pulled away and his eyes followed her.
The next day over golf with Collin, Chris, Eric and Bobby all members of The Club and all had something to say.
“I’m sure the wives would love him, he’s tall dark and handsome,” Chris said.
“I don’t know if it’s good for us, you know what they say about black men,” they all laughed.
“Yeah, but her, did you see the ass on that woman?” Collin commented.
“Ow Mama,” they laughed, “I’ve never seen anything so perfect and the proportion so right,” and they all agreed.
“But the anonymous thing, how would they be anonymous? We’d all know who they were?”
Royce laughed to himself. “We all know who the others are anyway,” but he knew when everyone was white you could pretend you didn’t.
“Yeah it’s a thought, but who would ask,” Bobby said, “I mean I’m not going up to a large black man and say, Hey I got this club I belong to and I’d like you to join so I can fuck your wife,” they all guffawed. All of them knew he was right, who would have the gall to do that. They’d just moved into the neighborhood, but apparently somebody did because here they were Michael and Joy Abrams.
Michael and Joy made their way in and Michael took two glasses of white wine from a tray. He handed one to Joy and then said something to her, she nodded and he walked away from her. She walked over and found a spot near a wall and stood there and immediately men approached her. Royce watched her. She took big sips of her wine and soon her glass was empty, and he saw what the other men didn’t, she was scared, scared and terrified. He watched her a little longer, she shook her head no, to one guy, then another and when he saw her shake her head no to a third he made his way over to her.
He took a glass of white wine with him and handed it to her and he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “It’s not as bad as it seems,” and she said, “Oh really, are you sure I feel like I’m in Oz right now,” he laughed, “And I’ve been clicking my ruby slippers and every time I open my eyes I’m still here,” he laughed again. This time loudly and a few people turned to stare, and Tammy was one of them. She’d never heard Royce laugh like that, he smiled or chuckled but laugh so unguarded, so free, and uninhibited she’d never heard it.
“I’m Jeremy, Jeremy Steel,” Royce said and offered his hand.
“Nice to meet you Jeremy, I’m Sedona,” he raised an eyebrow. That was an unusual name, most had chosen sexy names, it was a sex club after all. There was Larry the Cable Guy, John Rockhard, Bobby went by Harry Balls, and Collin was James Bondage and the women were the same, Tammy was Linda Lovely, and Sarah was Shirley Nipple, and there was Gina Spot, “But you can call me G Spot,” she always said, so Sedona didn’t fit, “Sedona that’s an interesting name.”
“Well, Sedona is open, free, red, desert, wet, hard, serene, peaceful, it’s so many things and that’s what I want to be so many things, and I didn’t want to confine myself to one thing in this experience,” she said, and his heart beat wildly. He loved that answer and then he found himself wanting to take her in his arms and hold her, just hold her, “That’s beautiful,” he said instead.
“Alright Pleasure Seekers, if you’ve made your choice you may go to a location of your choosing, if not the night is still young,” Patty said interrupting his thoughts.
He took Joy’s hand, “I’ve made my choice,” behind her mask he saw her eyes widen. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I think you’ll be pleased with your choice,” and then he looked her in the eye. She paused a moment, studying him, then she gripped his hand, “Well since this is my first time and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing I hope you can say the same Mr. Steel,” he laughed loudly again. He had no idea what to make of her, but he was intrigued. His heart was beating wildly and she was a mystery to him.
Tammy saw him walking away with Joy and she smiled, so her Royce, her charming Royce was going to be the first to have Joy Abrams. She figured if anyone could get her it would be him and she chuckled. She saw Michael being led away by Gina Spot, a good choice for him too; Gina was not shy in bed she’d heard. He was in for a rip roaring night. She turned her attention back to who was left and nobody was left but her and Bobby. Everyone had paired up or went to the orgy room. Bobby looked at her and started coming towards her, she put her hand up, “Don’t even think about it,” she said. “Oh please, I wasn’t coming for that for Christ sake, it would be like sleeping with my sister,” he cringed and shook his body, “Yeesh don’t even make me think of something like that,” she laughed and they made their way to the orgy room. Maybe they could pull someone away from there.
Royce led Joy to a bedroom. They walked into the prepared room and he saw the familiar, the tray of chocolate covered strawberries, assorted grapes and peach slices, the whipped cream and dipping sauces, the tub of drinks and the tray of glasses on the dresser.
“Would you like a drink?
“Yes, please,” she said and he saw the fear and wariness was back in her eyes.
“White wine?” He was trying to control himself and feel normal by doing something ordinary.
“Yes,” she said. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses, and handed one to her; he let her sip a moment then he took it from her hand.
“Dance with me” he said. There was always soft music playing in the background, it was piped through speakers throughout the house. He’d always noticed it, it was easy listening, soulful jazzy is how he would describe it, it wasn’t the popular music you’d hear on the radio, not country and western which was what he liked, it was soft sexy music and sometimes when he wasn’t
in the mood for music he’d turn down the speaker, but tonight he needed it and he took her in his arms. He was a good ol boy and he knew two dances, two stepping and slow dancing, and this night didn’t call for two stepping; he needed a slow dance tonight. He wrapped her in his arms and held her close so that she had to lay her head against him and he found the rhythm of the song and slowly danced with her. He felt her tense at first but as the song wore on he felt her relax little by little, and so did he. He loved holding her, his arms around her slim waist; he’d wanted to hold her since he first met her at the Christmas party and it felt good, it felt right; their bodies pressed together as they moved to the soulful music. He danced two songs with her, just holding her and then he looked at her.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?” She nodded, and slowly he pressed his lips against hers. He parted her mouth with his tongue and went inside, and his heart raced wildly, he was kissing her and it felt good, it felt right, his lips on hers, those kissable lips. He ran his tongue across her lips time and time again and softly sucked her bottom lip over and over. His tongue explored her mouth and he kept kissing her and he didn’t want to stop. He heard her moan and then he realized he’d been softly moaning all along. He didn’t know when he’d cupped her face between his hands and lost himself to the kiss.
Now he regained himself and began kissing her along her chin and down her throat and slowly he lowered her zipper and when it was down he eased her dress off her shoulder and lowered it down her body. She wore a black lace bra that pushed her breast up. Nice, real nice, he thought, at the brown creaminess of her skin. He let his lips run across the top of her cups, “Ah,” she moaned and he lowered her dress, kissing her body and down her belly until he had to get on his knees. Then he kissed her above the rim of her black lace matching panties, they were the boy short style and when he raised her leg so she could step out of her dress he caught his breath. She was breathtaking, standing there in her black lace bra, and panties, tall black stilettos and her black feathered mask against her light brown smooth as silk skin. He stared at her and a picture flashed before his eyes.
He saw himself naked in front of her, a dog collar around his neck, she had a whip in her hand and her stilettoed shoe was up in his chest and he was panting like a dog, he had no idea where that image came from, he cleared it away and came back to the here and now.
He ran his tongue along the rim of her panties across her pubic area. Then he turned her around and he gasped. Her perfect behind was hugged so in the boy short panties, her golden skin showing through the lace he cupped her behind and buried his face against her cheeks and dipped his hand inside the rim and slowly peeled down her panties and caught his breath at the unveiling. Royce kissed her behind, sucked her globes and licked the top of her crevice and she tasted sweet. She was sweet and he loved it, he sucked her sweet cheeks, he sucked her hard and used his tongue to twirl around on it, she cried out, he eased her panties down and she stepped out of them.
He stood up and took off his jacket. She unbuttoned his shirt and he tossed his jacket on the chair. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and he took it off and tossed it on the chair, his t-shirt was next and he wanted to shoot himself for wearing too many clothes, he thought he’d never get everything off. She was already at his pants, undoing his belt, she kissed his chest and sucked his nipple as she unbuttoned his pants and he cried out at the sensation of her mouth on him, Oh Joy, oh Joy, Joy, Joy, Joy had been running through his head since he’d taken her in his arms and danced with her and he’d had to refrain from letting her name slip three times so far. She lowered his pants and underwear together and he sprang forth, hard and ready.
He unhooked her bra, the clothes were a nuisance he’d thought and he felt her hand wrap around him thick and hard and he almost screamed out “Joy!” In here her name is Sedona, her name is Sedona! She stroked him and he took in her breasts, her dark nipples were erect and he couldn’t wait to take them in his mouth, he lowered his head, beautiful, he thought, just beautiful. He caressed her soft full breast and took her nipple in his mouth, Oh so sweet, he thought, so sweet.
“Ummmm,” he moaned out, he sucked her and sucked her, Joy, Joy, Joy. He heard her moaning.
He sucked her, he ran his fingers down her smooth silky stomach and found his hands touching her there, she had a patch of hair, a rectangular patch and the rest was waxed bald, he sucked her and rubbed her down, he wanted her in bed.
He pulled away and led her to the bed. She climbed in and he watched her behind, umph, umph, umph. He sat on the bed and took her foot in his lap, “These are sexy,” he said, “But I find shoes get caught up in things,” which was true, a heel had pressed too hard in his back before and he’d been accidently kicked as he moved a lady from front to back, and another time his lady friend’s foot had gotten caught under the cover and she’d almost twisted her ankle because of shoes, so he took them off now. He unstrapped her shoes rubbing her legs as he did.
He laid her back and spread her legs; he looked deeply in her dark eyes, Joy, Joy, Joy and kissed her along her inner thighs. “Ummm,” Royce had never wanted a woman so bad, and he’d never savored every inch of a person and when he touched her his heart was all over the place, his mind was all over the place, and he didn’t know what to make of any of this. Every since he’d met her at the Christmas party he’d wanted to hold her in his arms, something about her drew him; this is what had him mystified, thinking of Joy Abrams. He was so caught up in the experience he couldn’t wait to taste her, to smell her scent, he rubbed his face against her inner thighs as he made his way to what he was sure was heaven, and then he was there, he sniffed her, the scent of woman, this woman, and then he let his tongue taste her. He moaned, she was sweet, so sweet and he dove in, he pushed his tongue inside her.
She cried out and he worked her wet sweetness, she moaned as he savored her, licking, sucking, twirling his tongue, her body moving against his mouth. She was moaning and crying out. She arched her back and let him take her higher, then she bolted up, and grabbed his hair, and moved against his mouth. He worked her until she screamed out and her body took over and she convulsed and shook and came hard and he felt a warm rush against his tongue and he lapped it up.
Then he went slowly up her body, kissing and rubbing his face along her belly until he reached her nipples and stayed on their darkness for a moment, then he moved sensually to her lips, her kissable lips, he ran his tongue along her lips and then he pressed his lips on hers. She opened her mouth and took him in, he kissed her hard and he was hard wanting her so bad. He spread her legs and entered her and he lost it then just lost it.
Royce was working her pumping inside her to feel every inch of her. She clung to him as he rode her, she moaned out against his ear as she clung to him and he held her, held on tight too, clinging to her as he moved inside her until he could move no more and he let go, he erupted inside her, erupted hard inside her and as he was winding down he heard two bells, and he knew this session was over. He held on to her, he couldn’t let her go, he hoped she didn’t want to leave him and go to another, he held on and lay there until he regained his composure, and then he heard one bell, a new session was beginning. Good, he thought, I have her for one more session at least, he held her in his arms.
Joy moved and rose up. Her hair twist was a mess and she took out the hair pins and shook her mane loose. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair, he’d never touched black hair before and he was surprised to find it soft, thick, very thick, but nice to the touch. She placed the hair pins on the night stand and picked up the glasses of wine he’d placed there and handed one to him; neither knew which was his and which was hers and he didn’t care. He sipped his wine and she reached for the grapes and took a big bunch of green grapes and offered him some and he helped himself. He didn’t know what to say to her and she apparently didn’t know what to say to him. They sat sipping wine and eating grapes, each in his own thoughts, and for Royce it was, Wow, that was so good
, wow! Oh Joy, oh Joy, oh Joy!
She looked at him, studying him for a moment, “That was nice my blue eyed man. Is this how it is at The Club?” He looked into her dark eyes, “It is with me, I can’t speak for others my dark eyed lady,” he said with a smile and that statement was meant just for her. He wanted her to want to come back, and he wanted her to want to come back to him. They finished the wine and grapes and placed the grape stalk and glasses on the night stand.
Royce pulled her to him and laid back with her in his arms, he stroked her hair, and caressed her cheek, he kissed her lips. He wasn’t ready for her yet; he was spent but he wanted to do other things with her, he wanted to touch her and kiss her kissable lips. He deeply kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth and he lost himself to kissing her again. When he pulled away he went down her throat, sucking her, tasting her, his hands wanting to touch her as he caressed her soft skin. He looked deep into her eyes to lose himself in her dark depths.
She smiled at him and he smiled back. Her dark eyes looked back at him and he was captivated and he went down further. He wanted her nipple in his mouth, he played with it, savoring it, running his tongue around and around on it, then he took it in his mouth and sucked, a nice long suck and she arched her back so he could have it, Joy, Joy, Joy, went through his mind. He turned her over and caressed her then knelt between her legs, yes, yes, she’s so beautiful; he kissed her down her back and rubbed his face against her back. He went down rubbing, kissing, sucking until he got to the place he wanted, her behind, ummmm, yeah.
He knew he loved a great behind but hers turned him on beyond reason. The shape and color just made him want to dive into it and lick all over it, it was so luscious. He caressed it, then he lay down and it was right in front of his face, he sucked it and cupped handfuls of it, he spread her cheeks, he ran his fingers up and down between her delicate area and pressed against her tiny opening, she moaned and he didn’t know how but he felt himself rising. This was much quicker than he’d ever been ready again before. He pulled her on her knees, and now he’d moved from her behind to her wet opening, he placed his hard member against it and pushed inside.
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