“Am I telling you too much?” she asked at that point. “Shall I stop there?”
“So what was Martin doing while you were... you and Nadia...?”
Selena would never have put Julie down as the curious type. Far too polite and proper. But now... she went on to tell her more about that wild night in Amsterdam, and then about how she and Martin had started, falteringly, to try to find out if there were other like-minded people here, now they were home from the trip.
Moments later, the train pulled in to Julie’s station. The two hugged, then Julie pulled away, turned, and paused in the open doorway. Glancing back at Selena with a thoughtful look on her face, she said, “If you like... well, I know a few people. You know what I mean? Maybe we should have a party.”
And then, with a flutter of those big shy eyes, she stepped back onto the platform, turned, and the train doors closed behind her.
§
“Tell me again: why did we agree to do this here?”
Martin wrapped her in his long arms, smiling that easy smile of his. He kissed her on the bridge of her nose, then pulled his head back to fix her with those dark eyes. “We said we’d have a party,” he said. “We have plenty of space. We–”
“We have space, but no furniture!” said Selena, eyes darting around the big reception room.
They’d only been here a couple of months and they’d barely started on the work the place needed. From the outside it was just an ordinary town-house, set a little back from the street, a large pine tree casting shade over the porch, but before Martin and Selena had moved in it had been a restaurant. This room had been the main eating area, and there was still a bar here, although it hadn’t been used for months. The furniture just consisted of a set of bar stools, a couple of old sofas covered with throws and a couple of beanbags and rugs. It really was a minimalist space.
It had seemed to make sense when Selena had picked up her conversation with Julie again. Have the party here: there was plenty of space and Julie hadn’t seen the place yet. She hadn’t even met Martin: she was part of Selena’s city working life and other than a few after-work drinks they’d never socialized before this.
This.
“What’s it going to be like?” she murmured into Martin’s chest.
“It’ll be whatever we want it to be like,” he said. “Like you said before: everyone sets their own boundaries. Just a chilled party – one where some of those boundaries are very generous.”
“What if it gets out of hand? I’ve read about parties that get mentioned on Twitter and Facebook and before you know it there’s a riot. How would we ever explain that?”
Martin’s embrace tightened. “It’s okay, babe,” he said. “I’m sure Julie’s been discreet. Just a few friends is what she said, isn’t it?”
§
Martin opened the door, Selena hanging back just behind him.
A tall thirtyish woman stood there with a slightly shorter, silver-haired guy. There was a slight pause, then Martin stepped back, waving an arm to indicate the bar area just off the entrance lobby. “Come in,” he said. Then he held a hand out for the couple to take turns to shake. “I’m Martin,” he said. “And this is Selena.”
Selena hadn’t known what to wear. So many things to stress about, and what to wear had been just one more of those things. What do you wear to a swingers’ party?
She’d settled on a slim black skirt, heels, and a white blouse, unbuttoned far enough to reveal the top of a black corset. The woman, who introduced herself as Sandy, was in a long skirt, slit deeply at one side, and a plain camisole top, a simple and classy choice. The guy – Jorge – wore a gray linen suit. No one would ever have guessed what kind of party they were attending.
Selena put her hands on the woman’s arms and air-kissed in greeting, then allowed Jorge to kiss her on the cheek.
“Drinks?” she asked, and led the way to the bar.
Seconds later, the door buzzer went again. Martin answered and Selena saw Julie standing there, vampish in a pencil skirt, fishnets and a cleavage-revealing silver top.
“Hey, Julie!” Selena called from the bar. And then she added a simple, “Wow...”
Julie had let her hair down so that it hung in a fiery mane that emphasized her angular cheekbones, its coppery tones bringing out the vivid green of her eyes. Selena really was going to have to reassess her commuter-train friend: quiet, retiring, and always so restrained, Julie.
“I’m so sorry,” Julie said, hurrying in. “I said I’d be first here, do the introductions and all that. Really, Selena, I’m so sorry.”
Selena came out from behind the bar and hugged her, cutting off her apologies. “It’s fine,” she said. “It’s just us, and Sandy and Jorge, here. You haven’t met Martin.”
She released Julie, who turned and smiled and stepped into Martin’s hug.
A flicker of surprise flitted across Martin’s features, and then Julie stepped back, turned to the other couple and hugged them, too, in greeting.
Selena moved to Martin’s side and wrapped a hand around his arm. “You good?” she said softly, and he nodded.
“So that’s Julie,” he said. “She’s not quite how I pictured her.”
Selena laughed. There was a shy attraction to Julie, a sense of mischievous innocence she’d not revealed before. “She’s not quite how I’ve always picture her tonight, either. But I like it.”
“Me too.”
She glanced up at him, but his eyes were fixed on Julie, who was now perched on a bar stool between their other two guests, chatting animatedly.
She remembered Amsterdam now. That odd mix of excitement and territoriality. Martin was her man; Julie was her friend. It was fine to play, but she hadn’t expected chemistry.
As if to reinforce Selena’s sudden wavering confidence, Martin pulled free of her grip then and went over to stand behind the bar. Leaning across the counter, he said something to Julie and they laughed, then he turned to get a wine bottle from the cooler.
Selena hugged herself briefly, then smiled and moved across to join the others.
§
“So how do these things go, do you think?” Martin had asked that afternoon, when they’d been clearing the old restaurant area of the boxes, tools and paint cans that had come to be stored here since they’d moved in. “Do people just... Well, do you know what happens?”
The party in Amsterdam had been a 24-7 thing, according to Nadia when she invited them. It was just an apartment where people turned up, stayed for a while and then left, a constantly changing party.
Now, this was just like the start of any other party. A small group of friends at the bar, chatting and laughing. There were maybe a dozen people here, but Selena only knew Julie and Martin. She chatted with Sandy and Jorge for a time. She worked in real estate and he was a chef; they liked theater and visiting galleries, and they’d been married for twelve years, which made Sandy older than she had first appeared.
Over at the end of the bar, a couple whose names Selena hadn’t quite caught, were kissing. The guy had his hand at the back of the woman’s head, his fingers tangled in her long black hair.
Was this it? The moment when polite party chatter turned to something different?
Selena glanced across to one of the sofas where Martin sat, one leg folded underneath himself so he could sit sideways, giving his full attention to Julie.
“...says you’re new to the scene.”
The woman was talking. Sandy. Selena forced her attention back. “Er... yes. Yes, that’s right. We haven’t really done much like this before,” she said. “Always been curious, you know?”
Sandy was hot. There was a confident beauty to her features that hinted at depth and experience, a watchful intelligence in her look. It was always the eyes that did it for Selena. That was where the spark lay.
She glanced along the bar. The other couple were still kissing, slowly and tenderly, patiently; in no rush to get where they were very clearly heading.
Selena nodded. Suddenly she felt like a virgin in this company. Uncertain, nervous. She should be relaxing, enjoying the company. Like Martin was. She glanced across and this time Julie caught her eye and gestured with a flick of her head to indicate she should come over and join them.
She smiled, nodded, hoping that would convey a sense of In a minute.
She knew she was doing this to herself: focusing on that possessiveness over Martin, over-thinking the situation, over-scrutinizing the people here. And all of that was undermining the mood for her. It made her think of that sex theater in Amsterdam: all the ingredients had been there – beautiful people doing very explicit sexy things on stage in front of them – but the mood had just been wrong.
She should be finding this sexy.
Sandy said something and Jorge gave a deep rumble of a laugh. Selena looked back at the two of them.
You just need to take your time.
“Top up your drinks?” she asked.
§
The buzzer went as she returned with a fresh bottle of Rioja. Selena put the bottle on the bar by Sandy and Jorge and headed for the door, glad of the distraction. She really was going to have to get her head around this. Such an unusual mix of emotions were racing around in her head. She paused by the door and took a deep breath, forcing herself to remember what it had been like in Amsterdam: the mood, the sense of excitement and exploration, the sheer thrill of it all – and sharing it with Martin, intensifying everything.
She opened the door to a tall guy with pale gray eyes and an expression she couldn’t quite read. His head was shaved smooth, making it disconcertingly difficult to put an age on him, and as she opened the door those eyes darted around, trying to see what was going on in the old restaurant area.
Instinctively, Selena stepped into the gap and pulled the door part-closed behind her. There was nothing outrageous going on at the party yet, but just to be sure...There was something about this guy, something that said he might not be here for the party.
“Yes? Can I help you?”
Those eyes locked on her and she felt frozen to the spot. How could a person get so much hostility into a single look like that?
“This place was supposed to be closed down,” he said. “You got no license, you hear me? You can’t just go opening up again. You want me to call the cops? Place is getting choked up.”
Selena glanced past him. Everyone had parked up in the street. She still didn’t quite understand what this man was complaining about. The parking? Was this guy a neighbor?
“And you are...?”
“Costas Gianopoulos. This is a nice street, I own businesses here. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not out looking for trouble, but you got no license. This place you got – the bar drew in all kinds, you know? We don’t want trouble here again.”
“But... We...”
She didn’t know where to start. Sure: assure the guy that they had no intention of reopening the restaurant – or bar, as he’d referred to it – but how to explain their current gathering? Oh no, of course we’re not opening up the bar again. This is just a swingers’ party...
She sensed a presence behind her and felt a sudden surge of relief. Martin must have seen her go to the door and come to her rescue. She glanced over her shoulder and saw a white shirt, partway undone to reveal deep brown skin. She looked up and met the eyes of a tall, athletic guy she’d noticed earlier talking with two women, an arm around each of them.
He smiled at her, then glanced at Mr Gianopoulos and said, “Hey there. What can we do for you? Just a bunch of friends having a few drinks here is all. The lady Selena here, she’s just moved in. We’re just having a little housewarming, you know?”
When this guy’s big hand came to rest on her waist it was a reassuring touch, nothing more than that. Not a thing that suddenly made Selena stumble over her words as she said, “Yes. I mean... Yes. That’s all it is. A housewarming. We’re not... That is... we’re not opening the place up again. I...”
A slight squeeze on her waist and her words were all gone again.
“Now if you’ll excuse us?”
The guy stepped back into the house and his hand on Selena’s waist drew her in his wake. She shut the door, barely giving a thought to whether it might seem rude or not. She leaned back against the solid wood surface, her heart thudding, and looked up into those dark eyes again.
“Maybe I should introduce myself before I kiss you?” He smiled, a flash of white in that dark face, and then he dipped his head and said, “My name’s Sylvester, and Julie’s already told me you’re Selena, and now if you’ll just let me...”
He took her chin in one big hand, his grip firm, controlling, and then – so slowly! – he lowered his head until his lips brushed hers, a delicate gossamer touch.
More firmly now, his lips pressed against hers and his tongue darted, pressing between her lips, flicking across her teeth until they parted and he could drive deep and hard, no hesitation, no compromise, before drawing back.
“I...”
He put a finger to her lips, smiling again. “Nice place you have here,” he said, and then he took her hand and led her back into the main room.
§
Things had moved on in the short time she’d been at the door.
Now the couple who had been kissing at the end of the bar were stripped down to stockings, thong, bra, shorts and were dancing slowly to the music someone had turned up. His skin was a lightly tanned white, hers a rich mid-brown. The way they moved was sinuous, grinding, moving as one.
Nearby, a guy lay back, his form nestled into a beanbag. His pants were open and his dick lay flat against his belly, its length being stroked by a dark-haired woman kneeling at his side.
Selena peered around the gathering. Martin and Julie had moved from the sofa and now were lying on a deep rug, kissing hungrily. One of Martin’s legs was between Julie’s, grinding against her.
Selena swallowed.
Earlier... she’d been working herself up. Over-thinking everything so that nothing seemed right. She understood that had just been nerves getting the better of her, distracting her. But now...?
There had been a definite shift in the time she’d been at the door... A shift in the party, yes, but just as much a shift in her own head.
Now she could feel the buzz starting to build. She could feel the mood getting through to her.
She remembered how it had been in Amsterdam. Just looking around that party and seeing what people were doing. Such a thrill, such a turn-on!
She remembered the look in Martin’s eye when that blonde had gone down on him.
She turned to Sylvester, hooked a hand into that open shirt and pulled him closer.
“I think I need cock,” she said, and then she undid another of his buttons, then another. She pressed her mouth against his exposed chest, the skin so smooth, then dragged her lips lower, to his belly. “Am I heading in the right direction?”
§
The two men kneeled side by side, leaning back and resting on their hands before Selena and Julie, while all around people stopped what they were doing to watch.
The position emphasized their lean bodies, Martin’s skin an almost luminous white set against Sylvester’s deep brown.
It emphasized their hard dicks, too, standing proud and high. Martin was a well-endowed man, his penis long and beautifully-proportioned, but Sylvester had a good extra inch or so on him.
For a moment, Selena kneeled there, just taking in the sight, then she turned, reached for Julie and drew her into a kiss. Julie’s mouth was soft, and already had the salty taste of cock – Martin’s? Selena ran a hand down to cup one of Julie’s breasts. Finding the nipple, she squeezed it between thumb and forefinger and Julie gasped, her eyes and mouth widening.
Then the two of them turned, moved towards the men.
Selena, her eyes lock
ed on Martin’s, reached out and took Sylvester’s long black dick in her hand and started to rub. The widening of Martin’s eyes told her Julie had touched him, and in the corner of her eye she saw that, with no messing around, Julie had lowered her head and taken Martin in her mouth.
Selena smiled, watching as Martin tipped his head back. She let her eyes track down his body and saw Julie with her head drawn back, just the tip of Martin’s dick in her mouth. Then, slowly, she pushed down until her face was buried in Martin’s lap, his full length inside her.
And all the time, Selena’s hands were wrapped around Sylvester’s shaft, one hand gripping tightly at the base while the other stroked up and twisted around the wet head before dragging back down again.
She leaned forward now, and put her tongue against the base of his shaft, pressed the tip hard against him and slid up his length. When her tongue hit that sensitive ridge just below the head she flicked across it, feeling a tensing in his body in response.
Then she slid her tongue around the head of his dick, swirling it round and round and then taking him into her mouth, still sweeping her tongue across his glans.
She wanted more than this, though.
She needed more.
She pushed herself to her feet so that now she was standing over Sylvester as he kneeled, still leaning back on his hands, his body straining so that every muscle stood out, clearly defined.
Reaching down, she released her skirt and tossed it away to one side. Her thong followed suit, and now she wore only stockings, heels and her corset.
She took a step forward so that she had a foot either side of Sylvester and now, when she bent her knees, her legs spread wide, her smooth, bare pussy came to press down on his shaft where it lay hard against his belly. She started to roll her hips back and forward, sliding her wet labia against him, drawing herself up until she slid over his wet glans, then dragging back down his length again.
The look on his face was so intense! Eyes wide and fixed on her, jaw sagging so that his mouth was a little open, occasionally narrowing as he gritted his teeth and let out a long groan.
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