Fire In His Eyes

by Nightingale, MJ

  We went back into the main part of the club and he ordered us a couple of drinks, a martini for me and a scotch and water for him after we took a table on the left near the big stage in the back. Near the center stage, there were a bunch of rowdy guys who were screaming and hooting and hollering. Victor wanted me to see what was going on and directed my attention to where the action was taking place. It was pretty hilarious, actually. It seemed to be a bachelor party going on from the snippets of conversation I could catch over the cheering of the young guy’s friends. The groom-to-be was sitting tied in a chair in what appeared to be a large shower stall. One of the walls was covered in large blue tiles and the room was surrounded on three sides by large sheets of clear glass. The groom was three sheets to the wind, and all his buddies sat at three tables around those glass walls. They were pointing and laughing and calling out to him, things like, “Just wait,” or, “You are in for it now, buddy!” He was laughing and pointing back at his friends but I couldn’t make out what he said through the thick glass. He also kept trying to get up out of his seat, but couldn’t because he was tied. He seemed to keep forgetting that. From beside the center stage, there was a red velvet curtain, and four girls in very skimpy bikinis came out. They sashayed their way around the bachelor party swinging their hips for all their worth and then entered the front of the shower stall room. The last girl was beautiful, with the biggest tits I had ever seen. As she entered the shower last, she exotically undid the tie at the back, and then turned around to the groom’s friends and let the top fall. The guys went wild, and I couldn’t help myself, but, I laughed and joined in with their cheering. Victor watched them but kept turning to watch me. He scooted his chair next to mine and draped his arm around me, and slipped his finger into the front of the sleeveless gold dress he bought me and stroked the top of my breast his index finger.

  I relaxed into him, and quickly began to feel aroused, just by being with him and the excitement his stroking aroused in me as he lightly touched the top swell of my breast, dipping down to flick at my nipple on occasion. We continued to watch the girls in the shower room. They had large sponges and were putting soap on them. Then they turned on the shower, and it must have been cold water, because the groom-to-be jumped out of his seat only to flop back down when he reached the limits the ropes would allow, and the guys all laughed, but one of the girls quickly shut the water off, adjusted the knobs, and acted like it was all some big mistake. The water was turned back on and the girl’s sponges became very soapy. The girls all took turns in front of the groom, lathering parts of his body, and parts of their own. When not entertaining the groom, the girls entertained the crowd by washing themselves, sudsing up their sponges, lathering their breasts and rubbing their breasts, and pretty soon all the girls were topless. Some girls rubbed their pussies through their bathing suits with the sponge and groaned their pleasure. Victor’s caressing of my breast soon came to be squeezing, and the flicking turned to pinching my nipple through my bra. I returned the favor by rubbing his very aroused cock through his pants under the table. I heard his groan of pleasure as soon as I touched him. I squeezed him, and gave a little moan to let him know I was enjoying myself. The shower lasted about ten minutes, and we enjoyed the show and finished our first drink. We ordered another, and then watched three or four of the table dancers that were within our viewing distance. They were all quite beautiful and even though they were girls, I found it very erotic. There were all kinds of girls, too, African American, Latina, Asian, Native American, and girls from other nationalities as well. Some were lean, others more voluptuous, all shapes and sizes. Victor kept touching me subtly, on the breasts, on the ass, along my thighs, but I soon found myself squirming in my seat. We shared a couple of passionate kisses, too. We were both pretty worked up.

  “I think it is time to go into one of the Champagne rooms. Monica, come.” He got up and gave me his hand, and I followed him as he crossed back over to the right of the club. Victor approached a very buff looking black man wearing a tight black Dollhouse t-shirt and tight grey jeans. He was standing by several archways and Victor conversed with him briefly, but I couldn’t hear what was said above the thumping of the music in the main bar. Money exchanged hands, and then he indicated which room we were to go in. The walls in the room were gold, with low lights directed against the walls and recessed lighting in the ceiling, but it was muted. A black leather sofa was against the back wall, and a coffee table in front of it. On either side of the sofa were two black leather chairs, one with arms and one without. All three faced a wall of dark glass. Victor led me to the sofa and indicated I should sit down. A woman entered and set a bucket of champagne on the coffee table in front of us, and two flutes of champagne. I settled onto the couch more comfortably tucking one of my legs beneath me. She filled one glass, and Victor asked her to fill his only half way as he was driving. I looked to the glass as a light was turned on behind it, and saw a small door open, and two girls entered the viewing room. They began to dance with each other and both wore satin negligees with garters that were very revealing. One girl was Latina, and the other was a tall leggy blond. The Latina wore a deep purple and the blond wore emerald green. They began to dance with each other when Victor sat beside me. “What do you think?” he asked not watching them, but watching me.

  “They are very beautiful,” I stated honestly.

  “Yes, but not as beautiful as you,” he whispered in my ear and began to kiss and bite and lick my neck. He stopped briefly when I was just beginning to get aroused again, and reached out to take a hold of the champagne glasses. He handed me mine, and then clinked my glass with his. “To the most beautiful girl in the place tonight, who has happily surprised me to no end.” He drank and so did I. He took my glass and set it on the table in front of us and settled more deeply into the sofa. We watched the girls dance and begin to disrobe. They took their time, and helped one another disrobe. They began to touch each other sensually and kiss passionately feeling each other’s asses, and caressing each other’s breasts. Both of them were completely naked now. The Latina then broke the kiss and led the blond to a chaise lounge that directly faced us. The Latina sat down and straddled the chaise giving us a full view of her pussy and spread her legs wide, and I found myself involuntarily spreading my legs. Victor noticed because his hand went to my thighs and he began to caress them as the blond kneeled beside the Latina and touched her and stroked her with two fingers looking back over her shoulder at us as if she could see us. She parted the Latina and touched all her folds and caressed her. The blonde then took those same two fingers and inserted them into her own mouth, and showed us through the glass that she liked how the other woman tasted. Victor pushed me onto the side of the sofa, and pulled one leg onto his lap, and pulled my black lace panties to the side. “You’re pussy is beautiful, Monica, and I love how it tastes. He inserted two fingers into me, and withdrew them and tasted them like the blond behind the glass. Victor’s eyes were on fire. I pushed up and into his fingers as he inserted them into me again and again and then he turned to watch the girls again. The blond was finger fucking the Latina, using her hand like a gun, and her thumb to stroke the Latina’s clitoris, while the Latina gyrated on the chaise and squirmed showing us her pussy and how wet and juicy she was. The Latina was also reaching up to stroke the blonde’s breasts, and I reached up to fondle my own breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. I tweaked my own nipples. Victor must have been watching me as I did this, and muttered, “Yes, Monica, I like to see you touch yourself, baby.” He kept finger fucking me using his thumb to stroke my clit, and I felt him move a bit as he shifted, and undid his own pants. I looked down to see he had his fully aroused penis out, and gripped himself tightly with his other hand. I groaned at the sight of his arousal, and because his attention to my clit was getting me very, very excited. Like the Latina, I, too began to squirm.

  I turned back to the girls to see what they were doing. The Latina was having an orgasm, and I could jus
t make out her screams of pleasure through the glass. They switched places but the blond sat at the edge of the chaise as the smaller Latina began to eat the other girl out. I wasn’t a lesbian, but damn, it was such a turn on to see. The blonde’s legs moved restlessly on either side of the Latina’s head, when Victor groaned, and withdrew his fingers from me. “Monica, I need to be inside you now.” He began to fumble in his pocket to get a condom. I stopped his hand and shook my head. His look and smile of wonder told me all I needed to know. I was giving him my trust, all of it. He pulled me up onto him, and I straddled him with my knees on either side of him. Pulling my own panties to the side, I sank right onto him feeling every ridge. His sigh of pleasure told me he felt it, too, this closeness, this intensity. Because I was so wet all ready, and I began to ride. I arched my back so that my clit rubbed against his lower abdomen, and I rode hard and fast. He alternated between watching me and watching the girls over my shoulder, while I rode him, and slid against him. I was panting hard, and was so turned on, knowing that someone could peek in and see us, my pussy just slid up and down along him. It was so slippery as I rubbed my clit into him that his huge cock would come right out of me, but I would impale myself again and again feeling his hardness like I never had before. I continued to soar. I started screaming, and I must have been coming like mad. I felt juices squirting out of me, dripping down my legs. He came, too, and was bucking off the couch into me screaming my name, and yelling that I was perfect. It went on, and on, I think I had two orgasms in a row. I collapsed. I felt sweat dripping down my back from between my shoulder blades, and I hugged Victor, hard, until my breathing came back to normal, while he hugged me back. We held each other like that for five minutes panting, his cock still inside me. Neither one of us wanted this feeling to end. The lights dimmed briefly in the room and restored to normal, and then the lights went out in the room behind us. I looked up, and Victor, said, “That means we have five more minutes. I nodded, and put my head back on his shoulder for a moment while he stroked my hair, and called me Mi Cara, his heart.

  We got up, and cleaned ourselves off and straightened out our clothing. It was nearly two, and Victor said we should head back to the hotel. Once back at the hotel, we took a quick perfunctory shower, together, with no sex, although we did soap each other up, but we were both exhausted. We crawled into bed, and I turned to him and reached to give him a kiss. He controlled the kiss and did not allow it to progress into anything, and pulled back. I could tell he had something on his mind. “Yes?” I questioned eye brow raised to lighten the mood.

  “I want you to tell me what you thought about tonight, honestly?” he asked. “Do you think what we did was . . .,” he was searching for the right word, “bad?”

  I didn’t hesitate for a second. “How can something that felt so amazing between two consenting adults be bad? I loved it, and I am glad you shared that with me.”

  He smiled at me then and settled his head back on the pillow. “You didn’t make me use a condom. Thank you, Monica. That meant a lot to me.” He watched my expression. I knew there were tears in my eyes. I just smiled. He looked back at the ceiling. “I don’t go often, a couple of times a year. Like I said earlier, I come mostly by myself, and usually just touch myself, or have a lap dance in a friction room if I am not dating anyone. I like the variety, and the visuals, Monica. I love sex, all kinds of sex. I have an active imagination. I think about it all the time, I think about it with you, mostly.” He stopped short and then looked at me, and then continued. “I don’t cheat, Monica. I don’t think of it as cheating. Do you?”

  “If you brought another girl, or hired a girl and did what we did in the champagne room, I would consider it cheating, Victor. But watching and pleasuring yourself, no, I don’t think that is cheating not at all.” I reached my hand out to him, and he took it and placed it on his heart.

  “Really?” he asked as he pulled me closer with the arm that was under me.

  “Really, Victor. To masturbate is normal, it’s a healthy normal activity, despite what some may say, and to see beautiful willing people, porn even to help you find your release, well I don’t think there is anything the matter with it at all.” He watched all the while as I explained my feelings on the matter looking incredulous that I should feel this way, then laid my head onto his chest and kissed me on the top of my head. “Sleep, precious. Tomorrow we will have a fun leisurely relaxing day, and then tomorrow night I have a few more surprises for you that I hope you will like, too.” Toys, the silver trunk, I thought and smiled as I fell asleep in his arms. I’ll try anything once, twice if I liked it, I thought as I drifted off to sleep in Victor’s arms.

  We woke up late the next morning, and slept until nearly nine thirty. I asked if he wanted to run with me, he laughed and said sure. He was surprised I asked. I was a bit OCD about working out. I didn’t miss a day, unless I was in the hospital. Actually, I was a lot OCD about a lot of things due to the rape and trauma, and guilt I had gone through. But, these were all things I had dealt with and now had control of. I didn’t share those thoughts with Victor. It was obvious he was dealing with his own demons and I didn’t want to confuse the matter with my own. I was pretty positive we had overcome one hurdle last night, and hoped tonight we could climb over another. I didn’t know a lot about sex toys, but I read Fifty Shades of Grey, and wasn’t a prude or anything. It was also obvious he had issues with guilt, and I knew how hard those were to overcome. You had to do it in your own time, but you also had to have supportive people around you, to guide you and make you see that you are not the problem. You are not to blame. Counseling and my sister had helped me through it. I was hoping I could help him if he wanted it. By showing him I wasn’t appalled at his lifestyle, well, it had been a huge step. I had the suspicion that someone had found out about his likes and criticized him for it, and it had scarred him deeply.

  We did five miles, and he teased me like crazy, called me slow and ran circles around me, but it was fun. We had quick showers, put on our bathing suits under our clothes, and then we went to a Denny’s and had a big breakfast. When we left, we were full but both excited to spend the day at the beach.

  We went to Lauderdale-by-the-Sea, one of the smaller beaches in Ft. Lauderdale, Victor told me. It was small, and not too crowded for early May, as spring break season was over, so it was mostly locals there with just a few tourists around. I liked it, we did not have far to walk from the parking lot to the beach which was a cute hamlet maybe a half mile long with little shops and an adorable Ice Cream Shop, the actual name, that had a long line out front. We found a nice spot near the water and put out our blanket and had fun taking turns putting sun tan lotion on each other, but not too much fun, it was a family beach, after all. Victor took out two sweet teas out of the cooler and handed one to me, which I opened and took a long refreshing sip. It was hot out, nearly eighty-five degrees, I guessed, but a small breeze kept us cool. We decided to soak up the sun for a bit, ten minutes on each side and then get in the water. We lay side by side on our stomachs first, giving each other small pecks, and holding hands, and then lay on our backs for a while.

  When it was time to go into the water, Victor put on his Devil Rays baseball cap, so he wouldn’t burn his scalp. He looked so handsome, tan and glistening. He was so carefree and relaxed. I liked it when he was like this. I wished that I could see him like this all the time. He had an amazing body, lean and toned, muscles rippling in the Florida sun. We walked hand in hand into the water. The water was gorgeous, clear, and warm but not overly so. We went waist deep, then Victor squatted in the water pulling me to him as my legs instinctively wrapped around him. He supported me with one hand around my waist, and another under my rear cupping and caressing me under the water. He kissed me and I kissed him back, nothing erotic, just slow lazy kissing, truly enjoying each other. It was like time stood still that day for us in the Florida sun. I loved the normalcy of that day, the feeling of not being rushed because it usually seemed like we had
only stolen moments together. I would cherish this day, forever.

  We watched people snorkeling in the distance. The beach apparently had three tiers of natural coral reef within walking distance of the shoreline. Neither of us had brought snorkeling gear, so we watched and held each other, but it was okay, we enjoyed each other and enjoyed watching, and hearing the younger kids come up for air oohing and aahing about the things they saw, this fish, that part of the reef, etc. After an hour so, we went back to our blanket on the beach and dried off, It was nearing late afternoon, and we decided to stroll the length of the beach and then go have some ice cream. Victor picked up a sea shell near the end of the walk, and presented it to me. It was smooth, and shiny, blacks with purple and blue swirls, an abalone shell that reminded me of his eyes. “A keepsake, Madame,” he offered.