Her first solo club from my perspective and what she told me afterwards.
She had a six hour layover at Heathrow. Most people would sit in the lounge with a drink, maybe read a book. Instead, when we spoke the previous night I suggested why don't you pop over into Ignite. We’d been there together before, but she’d never been to a club alone, solo meets with guys yes but this felt like the next level. Where she could have the complete freedom to choose how it went.
I was back home, restless, I'd had a busy day till now which was a good distraction, at times catching myself thinking what would she be up to now, just the jacuzzi like she had said she would, or more! It was now about the time she would be leaving to catch her flight home and then I started checking my phone every few minutes. Then a message came through:
“I think 6.”
No context. No detail. Just those words. I was pretty sure I knew what she meant but I knew I’d have to wait until I picked her up from her flight to hear it all, and although I wanted to hear it all now, I replied, wait till you see me to tell me the rest.
In the car a couple long hours later, I picked her up outside the airport. She looked great, glowing, a quick kiss and some small chat, then I couldn't wait, I asked, so how was it walking in alone...
She hadn’t felt nervous walking in. Straight to the showers, then the jacuzzi, letting the heat soak into her skin. She said she could feel the eyes on her immediately, men hovering, drawn to her. One Indian guy joined her, sat close, tried chatting, the usual small talk, there was no time for that today. She cut him short, “Do you want to go have sex?” this maybe took him a little by surprise but he of course quickly agreed.
They went into one of the glass windowed rooms. He rolled on a condom and pushed into her, fucking her against the bed where anyone walking past could see. She told me how quickly she gave herself over to it, how he held her hips and drove into her hard. When he begged to take the condom off and finish bare inside her she told him no. He pulled out, groaning, and spurted across her belly instead.
Showered again, then back to the pool. A black guy started shadowing her, talking softly like he wanted to be the one to take care of her, a protector of sorts. But she didn’t want just one. Again she cut to the point, let's go play. As they walked through the bar toward the cinema room she grabbed another man, Turkish, bearded, strong face, pulling him along with a wicked grin.
By the time she reached the bed at the back of the cinema room, she was surrounded. Eight, maybe ten men crowding in, stroking themselves, waiting their turn. The black guy opened her first, his cock thick and heavy, stretching her until she gasped letting her moans go among the crowd. Then another slipped in, then another, taking turns while the rest touched, groped, held her wide open.
She told me how at one point she was on all fours, dripping, and one man fingered her so hard she gushed over his hand. The others moaned, jerking faster at the sight. She said she lost herself in the moment, the bodies, the heat of cocks sliding into her one after another, her body shaking with the intensity.
The Turkish man had been among them, watching her as he took his turn. Later, after she’d stepped away for a drink, he came to her again. This time, just the two of them. He led her into the couples’ room, onto the bed.
She climbed on top of him, riding slow at first, then faster, her breasts bouncing as he filled her again and again. Their eyes locked. She said his stare was so intense, like he was looking into her soul as much as her body. Grinding harder, lost in it until she collapsed onto his chest. He left her there, where she watched another couple in their own play.
Afterwards, and realising the time was almost up, she showered. The same guy, the bearded one, joined her again, pressing up against her and kissing her, intimate in the shower, the water running over their bodies. But this time she really did have to go. She left for the airport, glowing, still aching from being used, stretched, filled.
As she recounted all of this, I'm hard in the car, I asked, will you go yourself again sometime?
The answer, I already knew!
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