Chapter 2: The Preparation
Confessed by Lola at 2:58 PM
…in which we make several purchases and have lots of oral fun
Indeed there was, and we went in, and after looking through the tall faux-leather boots and the under-the-glass jewelry, she made a beeline for the DVD section. Porn is always an interesting conversation with Lola, because she doesn’t know what she likes yet. She likes very hard core, no-nonsense choreography. But she either doesn’t know it or won’t admit it. After discussing the options and the fact that from my view it was best to get what tantalized her instead of me, we picked up a relatively inexpensive semi-hard-core title called Suburban Sex parties. It occurred to me later that we don’t own any porn, at least none that you could hold in your hand. We have gone with the pay-per-view and found streaming sites on the internet, but in terms of something the kids could find in the sock drawer, this was a first.
She also selected a piece of jewelry that she’d seen at a previous club early this year and had her eye on ever since. It’s a sparkly choker, and in great big letters, it says: “SLUT”
The store that we went to happened to have a "gentlemens' club" next door. A large purple neon sign read "Couples welcome." We saw a few couples going in. Lola turned to me and said "go see if there's a cover charge. I don't want to spend the money on the cover charge, but it would be fun to go in." I did my best to suggest that she was putting an impossible barrier up. "Not even a small cover charge?" "Nothing." She said firmly. I decided that I was going to drag her in if it were any less than $10. I went in and asked. $10. Damn. I went out to the curb, got in the car, and home we went. In retrospect I should have dropped a twenty off while I was inside the door and said "pretend there isn't one when I come back in a moment." Oh well, hindsight.
We went back to the condo where we stayed, got into sleepwear and settled in on the sofa together. We watched, and to our dismay discovered that while every scene was a multi-girl scene, for the most part the girls weren’t really touching each other to any degree. After investing maybe 30 minutes in it, gently touching each other as we watched, we gave up and went to bed to make a little unrecorded porn of our own.
Our lovemaking that night had all the wonderful elements that it usually does, touching, deep kissing, toys and lots of breast attention. I don’t remember the order in which we proceeded, but along the way I got to go down on Lola for the first time in a long time. She has been insecure about this act for a few months, for understandable reasons at the beginning but after a while I think it just became reflex for her to tell me no. It was therefore a tremendous treat for me to be able to come face to face with the object of my adoration and fascination once again. She has the most approachable pussy imaginable. People who have found something to dislike about pussies before could never find fault with hers. It is small and smooth, clean in look, taste and scent. She has a princess’s pussy. I licked and sucked and probed orally for as long as she would let me. I even discovered a new trick that she seems to like. I was able to suck her tiny clitoris, wrapped in its fleshy blanket, just past my lips, and hold it there while I licked it with my tongue. She said it had the potential to make her come, though I’m going to need a lot more practice at it to get the proper dexterity. I’m looking forward to practicing so much that even now I’m starting to get a little jittery, sitting her at my desk. In the end I gave her two strong orgasms with her pyrex glass toy (a birthday gift, and worth every penny), and she of course saw me through to a glorious release by talking about the fun we might have the next night.
Saturday was a very nice day, filled with little touches pointing in the direction of a club visit.
We woke up and talked more about the possibility of the club, and of our fun the night before, and she indulged me with a morning quicky. Somewhere in the midst of that I suggested that we should continue to get her into a sexual mood with regular intervals of actual sex play during the day, such as setting a timer and letting me lick her pussy until it rang.
She spent time on the swinger websites of which we are members, looking for others who might be attending or some clue as to whether it would be a busy or slow night.
She went shopping for nice knee-high leather boots. She asked if it was okay to spend that money, which was totally unnecessary and I mention only to explain my response, which was: “You should buy anything that you intend to wear to the club tonight.”
As she was leaving, I said “I’m going to set the timer.” At first she said no, but then suddenly was on the sofa, pulling down her pants and getting into position as I punched 10 minutes onto the clock, and then proceeded to lavish her with oral attention long past the time when the buzzer rang.
The day went on, with a little talk here and there, and more swinger site browsing, and chatting with some of our original swinger friends. We had a light dinner at the condo. Through all of this, it wasn’t until she started getting dressed for the club that I knew we were going. She wore her new tall black leather boots and an above-the-knee plaid skirt. She pleased and excited me greatly by doing her hair and makeup topless while I walked in and out of the room. She asked me which top looked best, the satin white, cotton white or satin black. We went with black. She even got playful and pressed her breasts against the glass while I was in the shower. And of course, she wore the SLUT choker.
We left for the club and along the way were assaulted by a bag of something rotten hurled from an oncoming truck. Some young redneck idiots, no doubt. We stopped at a nearby carwash and I took care of the remains, and all the time I thought “they’re laughing, but the joke is on them. They would stand in awe if they could see who I was with and where I was taking her.”
We arrived at the club and the guard asked if we had been there before. “About a year ago” was our answer. “Well, there have been a few changes since then,” he said, and proceeded to spell them out and then wish us success. “Have fun and Git ‘R Done” was his exact phrase, I believe. We pulled into the lot and found plenty of parking spaces.
Tomorrow… Chapter 3: The Arrival
…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.
This is part of a series of posts regarding a recent visit to an east coast sex club. The series began with the Introduction post, and you should start there if you haven’t read it yet. Yesterday’s readership was 75 people, the best total since October 17th. Danni654 again leads the way in referrals. Thank you Danni!As we were on the way to her friend’s house on Friday evening, we passed by a nondescript club called “Twin Peaks.” “You know what that is, don’t you?” she said to me. “Nope.” Of course, after a moment’s thought I figured it out, and suggested that maybe after the friend’s house we should stop by that or a similar club, just to get her in the mood. She dismissed the idea but noted that there might be an adult toy store along our return route.
Indeed there was, and we went in, and after looking through the tall faux-leather boots and the under-the-glass jewelry, she made a beeline for the DVD section. Porn is always an interesting conversation with Lola, because she doesn’t know what she likes yet. She likes very hard core, no-nonsense choreography. But she either doesn’t know it or won’t admit it. After discussing the options and the fact that from my view it was best to get what tantalized her instead of me, we picked up a relatively inexpensive semi-hard-core title called Suburban Sex parties. It occurred to me later that we don’t own any porn, at least none that you could hold in your hand. We have gone with the pay-per-view and found streaming sites on the internet, but in terms of something the kids could find in the sock drawer, this was a first.
She also selected a piece of jewelry that she’d seen at a previous club early this year and had her eye on ever since. It’s a sparkly choker, and in great big letters, it says: “SLUT”
The store that we went to happened to have a "gentlemens' club" next door. A large purple neon sign read "Couples welcome." We saw a few couples going in. Lola turned to me and said "go see if there's a cover charge. I don't want to spend the money on the cover charge, but it would be fun to go in." I did my best to suggest that she was putting an impossible barrier up. "Not even a small cover charge?" "Nothing." She said firmly. I decided that I was going to drag her in if it were any less than $10. I went in and asked. $10. Damn. I went out to the curb, got in the car, and home we went. In retrospect I should have dropped a twenty off while I was inside the door and said "pretend there isn't one when I come back in a moment." Oh well, hindsight.
We went back to the condo where we stayed, got into sleepwear and settled in on the sofa together. We watched, and to our dismay discovered that while every scene was a multi-girl scene, for the most part the girls weren’t really touching each other to any degree. After investing maybe 30 minutes in it, gently touching each other as we watched, we gave up and went to bed to make a little unrecorded porn of our own.
Our lovemaking that night had all the wonderful elements that it usually does, touching, deep kissing, toys and lots of breast attention. I don’t remember the order in which we proceeded, but along the way I got to go down on Lola for the first time in a long time. She has been insecure about this act for a few months, for understandable reasons at the beginning but after a while I think it just became reflex for her to tell me no. It was therefore a tremendous treat for me to be able to come face to face with the object of my adoration and fascination once again. She has the most approachable pussy imaginable. People who have found something to dislike about pussies before could never find fault with hers. It is small and smooth, clean in look, taste and scent. She has a princess’s pussy. I licked and sucked and probed orally for as long as she would let me. I even discovered a new trick that she seems to like. I was able to suck her tiny clitoris, wrapped in its fleshy blanket, just past my lips, and hold it there while I licked it with my tongue. She said it had the potential to make her come, though I’m going to need a lot more practice at it to get the proper dexterity. I’m looking forward to practicing so much that even now I’m starting to get a little jittery, sitting her at my desk. In the end I gave her two strong orgasms with her pyrex glass toy (a birthday gift, and worth every penny), and she of course saw me through to a glorious release by talking about the fun we might have the next night.
Saturday was a very nice day, filled with little touches pointing in the direction of a club visit.
We woke up and talked more about the possibility of the club, and of our fun the night before, and she indulged me with a morning quicky. Somewhere in the midst of that I suggested that we should continue to get her into a sexual mood with regular intervals of actual sex play during the day, such as setting a timer and letting me lick her pussy until it rang.
She spent time on the swinger websites of which we are members, looking for others who might be attending or some clue as to whether it would be a busy or slow night.
She went shopping for nice knee-high leather boots. She asked if it was okay to spend that money, which was totally unnecessary and I mention only to explain my response, which was: “You should buy anything that you intend to wear to the club tonight.”
As she was leaving, I said “I’m going to set the timer.” At first she said no, but then suddenly was on the sofa, pulling down her pants and getting into position as I punched 10 minutes onto the clock, and then proceeded to lavish her with oral attention long past the time when the buzzer rang.
The day went on, with a little talk here and there, and more swinger site browsing, and chatting with some of our original swinger friends. We had a light dinner at the condo. Through all of this, it wasn’t until she started getting dressed for the club that I knew we were going. She wore her new tall black leather boots and an above-the-knee plaid skirt. She pleased and excited me greatly by doing her hair and makeup topless while I walked in and out of the room. She asked me which top looked best, the satin white, cotton white or satin black. We went with black. She even got playful and pressed her breasts against the glass while I was in the shower. And of course, she wore the SLUT choker.
We left for the club and along the way were assaulted by a bag of something rotten hurled from an oncoming truck. Some young redneck idiots, no doubt. We stopped at a nearby carwash and I took care of the remains, and all the time I thought “they’re laughing, but the joke is on them. They would stand in awe if they could see who I was with and where I was taking her.”
We arrived at the club and the guard asked if we had been there before. “About a year ago” was our answer. “Well, there have been a few changes since then,” he said, and proceeded to spell them out and then wish us success. “Have fun and Git ‘R Done” was his exact phrase, I believe. We pulled into the lot and found plenty of parking spaces.
Tomorrow… Chapter 3: The Arrival
…in which we relax amid many beautiful naked women, until Lola starts touching them.
1 Comments:
Git 'r done!?!?!? Wow, you really were in the south!!! I don't think I've ever Gotten 'r done before!!!!
oh yeah...and you're totally right about the pussy!!
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