We told her that last Friday night we had gotten pretty turned on, and wanted to play in the back room, but not in a club where we actually knew people. "We see you guys all the time, I wasn't ready for anyone to have that kind of carnal knowledge about us."
"I get that," she said. "No one here would judge, obviously. But, I get that. You guys should have asked me, I would have sent you to 'The Lakehouse.' That's the kind of place you were looking for."
"Really? We saw them on-line too. We didn't know how to decide, they were both about an hour away, but we picked the one a little closer. What is The Lakehouse like?"
"I've never been, but I've heard a lot. It looks like a large log cabin, and it's on this little peninsula out on the lake. They have a car gate. They open the gate around 8 or 10 pm, and they close it at 2. You can leave whenever, just pull up to the gate, but some people usually plan on staying the night out there. That way you don't have to drive after drinking. They have pillows and blankets, and there are plenty of beds. They kick everyone out in the morning. It's privately owned, bring your own liquor, but they pay a bartender to pour. Once you turn your bottles in to him, he keeps them and pours what you need. I have heard they have different rooms for different stuff. One room has about 10 beds. The beds are curtained, but see through. That way your bed is a little private, but you can hear and kind of see what is happening on the beds around you.
The have another room that is wall-to-wall beds, no curtains. That's been referred to as the orgy room. Actually, I think there are two of those, one has chairs lined up at the foot of the beds, for those who like to watch and be watched, and the other is no chairs or something. They have a large wrap around porch outside, and the back porch is huge and covered. They have a few hot tubs out there, and one or two cabana beds, and I think there is a swimming pool. They also have a night-club room, like this one, with music and tables and a pole or two. They have a kitchen with food, snacks, chicken wings and stuff. I've heard some wild stories about that place. Lots to see, even if you don't want to do. I heard they have a dressing room, too, so you can show up normal and put on whatever you want to wear inside."
Caleb agreed, we should have asked Kate about places last week. It would have saved us trying that other bar. "Tomorrow night?" Caleb asked. "This place I've gotta see." I agreed. Michael came for Kate, and they headed out to dance.
Later, the four of us were standing around talking with some friends of theirs, and a lady came over and gave Kate a big hug. She was loud and boisterous, and topless as well. She said loudly, with a drink in her hand, that she was on a mission to show the women here tonight how good it felt when another woman sucked on their breasts. She claimed that even though she loves men, her man in particular, that no man can suck a woman's breast like another woman. She asked Kate to let her try. "Oh, what the hell," Kate said, as she pulled down a strap over her shoulder, baring a breast to the ladies mouth.
I recognized the woman from our first time here. I think she was making the same claims then, as well. We watched as she licked and sucked on Kate's nipple. Kate laughed and said, "That actually does feel really good." She finished, Kate put her breast away, and the lady turned to me. "You should feel it too. It is a different sensation entirely."
I guess if Kate was willing, and she never did anything in here, that I would, too. Only fair, right? Kate showed hers and tried it gamely. Why not?
I was wearing a long dress, with spaghetti straps. Actually, the same dress I was wearing when I lost my bra and panties to Caleb weeks ago, and had ridden around in my car with this dress at my feet. Maybe there was something about this dress. I pulled my strap down, and pulled out my left breast.
I'd never had a woman suck my nipple before. Touching boob-jobs was common, but tasting each other wasn't normally done in bar bathrooms, so this was another first for me. Caleb seemed to enjoy watching it. It did feel good. She had a gentle suck that pulled sensation up from somewhere in my groin.
Caleb took fake offense though, at her claims that a woman was better, and asked me to take out my other breast for a side-by-side comparison. So, there I stood, in the middle of a bar, my dress top down around my waist, with my boyfriend suckling one breast, and a strange woman sucking the other. Have I mentioned this place was surreal?
Usually I only had one breast sucked at a time, due to the fact that a man only had one mouth, so having them both attended to, by two different mouths, was kind of incredible. My brain didn't know where to concentrate. They both had a different rhythm, and one sucked a bit harder than the other. The sensations were highly erotic. My left hand was holding my drink, but I raised my right to the back of Caleb's head to have something to hold onto.
"Damn." Was all I could say. This was so wrong, but that was what made it feel so good. They finished, I pulled my top back up, and the lady headed off to convince more women of her superior abilities. Caleb asked, "So, which was better? A man or a woman?"
"Huh?" I asked.
"I think she liked that," Kate said with a smile.
I took a steadying pull from my drink and blushed.
Kate pulled Michael onto the dance floor after that, and Caleb pulled me into the curtained room. There was one couple in there already. He was sitting on a couch, and she was on her knees on the floor in front of him, sucking on his dick. Neither of them seemed to notice us as we passed them, Caleb leading me to the farthest couch. He sat down, and pulled me onto his lap, facing and straddling him.
I adjusted my dress so it pooled around me, and nothing could be seen. We started kissing, fully dressed, and I rubbed myself against him. I sat up, pressing my breasts toward him. He slid one of my straps down over my shoulder, and started sucking on the same breast that had just been sucked by a woman. I groaned my pleasure. I opened my eyes, and realized there was a small opening in the curtain behind Caleb. Through the small slit, I saw a couple out in the main bar.
I realized they were in the same position we were, doing the same thing. They were sitting in front of the DJ booth, with no one else within a ten foot circle around them. He was sitting on a chair at a table, and she was sitting on his lap, straddling him as well. She was wearing jeans, but no shirt. She had both hands on his head, looking down on herself, watching him suck on her breasts.
His hands were holding her breasts up to his mouth, and I watched him lick her nipples, and pull them one at a time, deep into his mouth, while feeling Caleb do the same to me. I reached out, and opened the curtain a little more, so I could see them better.
Caleb's hands dropped down between us, and I felt him unzip his fly and pull himself out. He pulled my panties aside, making sure my dress still covered us. I sat up on my knees and then sat back down on him, his rock hard cock filling me. His hands came back up to my breasts as I slowly started to ride him, still watching the other couple. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, slowly raising myself up and coming back down onto Caleb, feeling his nipping and squeezing and sucking on my breasts, and with the visual of the couple in the main bar. I alternated my speed, trying to prolong the inevitable.
I sat fully down on Caleb, feeling him hard and deep inside, and rubbed my hips in circles. I heard him moan against my breast, one hand dropping to my hip, and helping to press me harder and even more fully down on his cock.
I heard someone approaching us, and watched Caleb look up at a woman coming closer to us. She was completely naked, and she asked if she could join us. It was the woman who had been giving a blow job when we first came in. Caleb looked to me for an answer. I nodded yes, but whispered to him, "Touch only, no sex." He nodded his understanding, and reached out a hand toward her.
We were sitting on one end of the couch, against the arm rest. She stood on the floor, the arm rest between us, and raised her right leg, resting her knee on the arm rest, facing us. Caleb's left hand stayed on my hip, gripping me tight, but his right hand cupped her breast, thumb playing with her nipple. His hand slid down her side, following the curve o
f her waist, over her hip, and slid over her ass. He squeezed her ass, and then brought his hand back over her hip to the front and slid his fingers between her legs, sliding back and forth against her.
He looked at me, making sure this was OK, and I nodded. He then slid his fingers deep inside her, his thumb playing with her clit. She moaned above us, and rocked her hips against his hand. I looked past Caleb, and noticed the couple in the bar had switched positions. She was still sitting on his lap, but was facing away from him. His hands were still cupping her breasts, squeezing, and pinching her nipples, but his mouth was all over her back. He was kissing and biting her back as she was leaning forward into his hands.
I looked down at Caleb. His mouth and left hand were once again on my breasts, my top now down around my waist, and his right hand was working steadily and quickly against our newcomer. He would slide his hand up to her breast, squeeze her and me, and bite my nipple, gently pulling it, and then slide his hand back down, slipping inside her again.
His left hand left my breast, and slid under my dress, and he slid his fingers into me as well, while I was still impaled, riding him. He leaned his head back against the couch, watching us. I slid up and down his shaft, feeling his fingers and his cock, and watching the fingers of his other hand bury themselves in her shaved pussy, too.
She scooted closer to Caleb, still standing with her knee on the arm rest, but bringing herself closer to Caleb's face. Caleb kissed her mound, little small kisses all around her pussy lips, and then stuck his tongue way out, licking her slit. He tilted his head back a bit, for better access, and licked her over and over, running his tongue along the groove of her, like a cat lapping up cream. She pressed against his tongue, and it slid deeper inside her lips. She groaned again, and I felt Caleb get even harder inside me.
The guy she had been blowing came over, dick in hand, and asked if he could touch me. I shook my head no, and said, "This is new to me, I'm not ready for men yet, just her." He said OK, and sat back out of my view, watching us, and stroking himself.
I watched as Caleb finger-fucked her, while his tongue played over her clit. He rocked harder and harder, thrusting inside me, his thumb doing amazing things to my clit as he sucked on hers.
Her man came back toward us again, standing behind her, watching us. Then he stepped close behind her and Caleb pulled his mouth away from her. She tilted her hips away from Caleb, and back toward her man. He stood behind her, grabbed her hips, and slid himself deep inside her. She put her foot back on the floor, and leaned over into his thrusts. She had her hands braced against our arm rest, and we watched her breasts swing as he plowed into her from behind.
Caleb put a hand up and cupped her swinging breast, each of the guy's thrusts pushing her tit against Caleb's hand. She looked from Caleb, to me, and back to Caleb, biting her lip as she pushed back against the guy's dick. Caleb took his hand from her tit, and placed a finger on her lip. She took his finger into her mouth and sucked on it, as she was being fucked from behind.
I came against Caleb, watching everything. Knowing I had finished, Caleb turned his attention to me, both of his hands on my hips. A few quick thrusts and he finished too. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and we held each other, until our pulse rates came back down. I grabbed some tissue out of a container on the window sill behind him, and slid off of him. I fixed my dress while Caleb fixed his pants, and we walked out of the back room, past the other couple once again.
After a quick visit to the restroom, we were sitting back at our table. I had my feet propped up on another chair, leaning back, relaxed. Caleb sat next to me, his arm draped casually over my shoulder, sipping his drink.
Kate said, "Have fun?"
I nodded, not quite meeting her eyes, and took a sip of my drink. I was a little embarrassed, now that I wasn't horny anymore. I looked around at all the people, in various stages of undress. Everything was different after. It was like watching porn, when you are horny, porn is really hot, but once you finish, porn just looks silly. I was tired, and getting sleepy. We didn't stay much longer after that. There didn't seem to be a point.
Chapter 24
The Lakehouse
We drove through the open gate, past a sign that said, "The Lakehouse, private club."
"Nice." I whistled in appreciation as we wound up the drive. The trees gave way to a gorgeous view of the lake, and we could see the log cabin about a half-mile farther down. Log cabin was a bit of an understatement. It looked like it could double as a country club.
Caleb parked and we got out. We walked in the front door and two women were sitting at the desk. After Caleb paid our hundred, forty for women, sixty for men, one of the women offered to show us around. Kate's description was so accurate, I wondered if they had been here before after all.
She started in the dressing room, which was co-ed. They did have small bathrooms if you wanted to use the restroom, or change in private, but the dressing room was open to anyone. Lockers were on a first come, first served basis. She recommended bringing a lock.
She led us through the locker room and out the far door, which led to the bar area. She pointed out the bartender, and waited while we checked our drinks in. The bar area held a large dance floor, a DJ booth, two stripper poles and no shadow box. The dance floor was surrounded by tables and chairs, and many were already full. She talked over the music and the conversations, ducked around a few ladies who were already dancing, and led us through a doorway into a small kitchen.
Everything was available to everyone, and would be kept full through the night. It looked like a Super Bowl Party buffet, little things on sticks were everywhere. Fruit platters, cheeses, crackers, chicken wings. Soft drinks and lemonade were also available in here.
We walked out of the kitchen and back into the bar area. There were two hallways that led out of the bar area, and she headed down the first one. We came to what looked to be a den or a game room. There was a large TV broadcasting some kind of porn, and couches facing the TV. There was also a pool table, an air-hockey table and a space for darts. "Ouch," I thought. "Naked darts could be painful."
We passed through the den, down a short hall and through another door. Once we were all three inside I could see this was the room full of curtained beds. About ten queen sized beds were packed in here, with a small walkway to maneuver around and between them. Each bed was covered in a red fitted sheet and had two pillows covered in red pillowcases. Each was a canopied bed, with black sheer curtains hanging around all four sides of each bed. You could be on a bed with the curtains drawn, and still see just enough into the next bed to know what was going on in there, but not to be able to see everything.
She showed us the table just inside the doorway. It had a large vase filled with condoms, and a trash can under the table. She mentioned that inside each room was a variation of the same set up. This room had a cabinet beside the table. She opened the cabinet to show us where clean sheets and pillowcases were. She said the beds are all made at the beginning of the night, and were clean, but if you used a bed you were to strip it afterward and remake the bed when you were finished. She showed us where to put the used linen, and we walked back down the hall and back through the den to the bar area.
This time from the bar area, she led us down a different hall. The hall dead-ended with a room on each side. She turned left. This room had four queen sized beds right next to each other, no room to walk between them. At the foot of the beds, where we were, were about a dozen metal folding chairs, all facing the beds. Where the last folding chair would have been, by the door, was the table with the condom vase and trash can.
She led across the hall, to the other room. It looked the same, only without chairs. Where the chairs would be was another condom table and a dresser full of fitted sheets. No pillows in here just sheeted beds. She mentioned that due to room, the linens for both of these rooms were in here. The sheets in these rooms were a dark navy blue instead of the red.
We headed back into the bar ar
ea, and she opened a set of french doors that led onto the back patio. The patio looked like it should be featured in a hotel brochure. A large swimming pool took up the center, so you had to walk down one side or the other. The left side was closest to the wall of the cabin, and had three hot tubs, with lounge chairs and tables between them. She showed us where the towels were kept, and where to deposit used towels. She made a circle around the pool, toward the lake side of the patio. This side had four beds I could only describe as cabanas. They had a sun cover above them, and had sheer curtains hanging down all four sides of each cabana, but at the moment the curtains were tied open to their support poles.
Between each cabana were lounge chairs and behind them was the railing looking over the lake. This place was breathtaking, first in sheer beauty, and then again when you remembered what it was all here for. It was private and secluded from the world, but there was no privacy to be had on this side of the railing.
She mentioned that whenever we wanted to leave we only had to pull the car up to the gate, it would sense us, but we were welcome to stay. Once everything dies down and the beds are no longer in use, people were welcome to sleep on them. I didn't foresee us staying the night, but we thanked her for the tour.
"Holy shit, do you believe this place?" I asked Caleb in shock.
"I had no idea any of this existed. You would never know it from the outside."
"What a difference between here and the place we tried last week."
We kept to ourselves, wandering around feeling out of place. The kitchen seemed the safest place to start. We loaded plates up with cheese and fruit, and took a seat out in the bar area. We ate and drank, and watched as the night started to come to life. We pointed out people, shocked by some, laughing at others. I felt intimidated, in way over my head.
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