The dance floor was soon full. Here in the bar area, with the music and the strobe lights, it felt almost like the other bar. Lots of drinking, dancing and visiting, the women in various states of undress. They seemed to do it differently here though, more for the show. The people at The Other Bar seemed more normal, down-to-earth, like your average couple who just happens to be comfortable naked. Here though, it seemed like they were here to show off, to see and be seen. It was more forced, less comfortable.
Everyone was walking around watching others watch them walk around. One lady, I swear, changed her outfit every hour on the hour. It was a bar outfit first, for dancing at any bar on a Saturday night, then I saw her in a long nightgown, with an open, matching robe. An hour later she was in a short, sheer creme colored teddy, with those high heels with the little feather poofs on the toes. By two she was in just a thong. And those heels. No wonder they offered a dressing room.
We gave up our table and wandered out to the back patio, sitting on a porch swing that I hadn't noticed on our tour. A few people were swimming. The guys were wearing suits, but only one lady was. The other two were naked.
One hot tub was empty, the middle one. The far one had eight people in there, all just talking and laughing. The closest hot tub to the door held three couples, making out. The three guys were sitting, facing the middle, and the three girls were facing the guys, straddling their laps. The swing we were on happened to face the couples, and we sat and talked there, watching everyone. Most of the tables and lounge chairs were taken, but all four cabana beds were empty.
As Caleb and I talked about how different this place was than That Other Place, someone in the hot tub must have given a signal, because all three girls climbed off of the lap they had been straddling, and they shifted. Clockwise. The guys still sat in their same hot tub chair but the girls all moved to the right, like musical chairs. They settled themselves down on the next lap, and went right back to kissing. Caleb and I just looked at each other.
I found it hard to relax here, it was a beach party Twilight Zone. I had another drink, and tried to get into the mood of the place. Caleb seemed anxious as well. He finally said, "Wanna go wander around? See what's happening in those back bedrooms?"
"What the hell."
We passed through the den. People were playing pool and there were a few guys on the couch, watching big screen porn. I thought it was funny. Here they are, in the house that porn built, weird shit going on in every corner, and they were in here watching it on TV.
We passed them and headed down the hall, unsure of the etiquette involved in walking into a room full of curtained beds. We could hear sex noises while we were still in the hallway, we paused and looked at each other. I shrugged my shoulders in a 'beats me' motion when Caleb said "What do we do?"
He took a deep breath, grabbed my hand, and we walked in. The first bed was empty, but the second one on our right had a couple inside. No, wait. Make that two women and a man. He was laying on his back, one woman was kneeling between his knees, sucking on him noisily, and the other woman was straddling his face. We walked by them quietly, but they never even noticed us.
The next two beds on the right were also taken, but they had opened the curtain between them, making two beds together, surrounded by one big curtain. This time a lady was on her back, laying sideways across the bed, and a guy was straddling her, fucking her boobs. Her legs were spread wide, and the woman from the next bed had joined her through the open curtain, and was eating her out. The lady eating and licking had her ass in the air, and her man was plowing her, doggy-style, while watching her eat out the neighbor.
We had reached the back of the room, and continued to circle. A few more empty beds, and one couple on this side. They were enjoying the 69 position, her on top. We left the room, as quietly as we had entered it. "Go look at the others?" Caleb asked. "Sure, why not."
He led me down the other hall, one room was empty, but there were a few people in the room that had the folding chairs. In here, one couple was rocking in the missionary position, while two guys and a girl stood at the end of the bed, talking about baseball of all things. The girl was naked, and looked like she may have just left the two on the bed, but she listened as the two guys talked baseball, while they all watched the couple on the bed. Surreal. We left this room as well, and went back outside to the patio.
We stood out on the patio, trying to soak it all in. "What do you want to do now?" Caleb asked.
"I don't know. I'm not totally convinced that all of this is real."
"We brought suits, do you want to swim? Or sit in a hot tub?"
"Yeah, the hot tub. Let's get that one before someone else does. We can sit and soak and watch people."
By the time we were ready, the last hot tub was empty. This one was the one that the group of 8 had been in when we were out here earlier. I had on a bikini, and Kyle had his suit on. We settled down into the warm water with our drinks and sat close together, me almost on his lap. We sat quietly, listening to the conversations around us.
There were two couples on the loungers between the hot tubs, the guys were talking to each other, and the one lady was showing off her boobs to the other. "My doctor was great, very affordable. See where the nipple sits? It's very natural looking." She was saying to the other lady, lifting her boob this way and that.
"Very nice shape," Said the other, politely.
"Here, squeeze. See how natural they feel?"
I guess women show off their new boobs everywhere, I thought. At least I was used to that. I was naturally a large C cup, and hadn't had any kind of a boob job. But I was used to oohing and awing when friends got new boobs, even though natural was never anything close to how they looked or felt.
I rolled my eyes at Caleb, relaxing into the warmth of the water. Sitting in the hot tub helped me relax. We seemed more removed from everyone, having the walls of the tub around us. We drank some more, and I realized that I was the only woman out here on the patio who was still wearing a top.
The whole point of coming out here was to explore this new type of club, to see how much or little we were interested in playing this game, but where we didn't know anyone. We definitely didn't know a soul here tonight, and odds are we wouldn't run into any of them outside of here after tonight. This place seemed so far removed from reality, with no real world repercussions, that I took another drink, and pulled my sense of adventure up around me, determined to at least enjoy some of the freedoms we drove an hour out here to enjoy.
I took a deep breath, looked around, and took my bikini top off, draping it over the side. I was topless, in a hot tub, with my boyfriend, a glass of whiskey, and nowhere to be until Monday. Caleb just watched me and said, "Yeah?"
I nodded my head, "Yeah."
"OK then," he smiled, and pulled me in for a kiss.
CHAPTER 25
MIND FUCK
It felt good to be topless. The water and the bubbles felt different on bare skin, it was nice. Caleb tucked me in front of him between his knees, my back to his chest, his arm around my waist. I rested my head back on his shoulder, and we watched people, and talked. He occasionally ran a hand over my bare breasts, but more playful and comfortable than sexual. We relaxed into the moment and reveled in being in our own little world.
Soon another couple headed over to us and asked if they could join us. We were the only almost empty tub, the other two were pretty full. "Of course," I said, aware that I, as the woman already here, was in charge. There was plenty of room. The tub was large, but it broke the intimacy of our moment having them climb inside. I stayed how I was, but felt Caleb's arm tighten around me protectively. His free arm wrapped around me as well, seemingly casually, but strategically covering my chest. I leaned back and kissed him for that, whispering, "Thank you." He winked back a 'your welcome.'
They introduced themselves as Mark and Stacy. We returned the introductions. Stacy asked if we had ever been here before. I answered her, "No, this is a first for
us. All of this really."
She nodded and said, "It is a different world isn't it."
"That's putting it mildly."
"We don't come out here very often ourselves, just a few times a year. When the kids are gone for a weekend or something. It's a nice place."
"It's beautiful here. It's only our third club, friends introduced us to this lifestyle. There is a club by the house but it is different. Plus we know people there, so we couldn't really relax knowing we would see everyone again. Last week we tried this other one for fun, but it was awful. We didn't stay long. And now tonight." I was rambling.
Stacy said, "This is the only one we do. It's like a mini, naked vacation. Everyone is real nice, but we mainly keep to ourselves. Except for conversations like this, I mean. But we don't share each other. We just watch, and sometimes play with each other, but not always. Sometimes it just isn't there. Don't force anything. Just sitting and watching you have more stories and memories than most people."
"That's true."
We talked some more, and relaxed again. Once us girls relaxed the guys started talking a little too. We started asking them questions, about the back rooms, and things they've seen. They sounded like Kate and Michael when they stressed talking.
"Talk everything over, everything you see, do, or think you might want to do. Don't move too fast, most couples go for years before they swap, and even then it is very rare when everyone is interested in everyone else. The chemistry has to be right, like dating. If he is interested in someone," she said to me, "and you either don't like her or you don't like her partner, say so. All parties have to feel good, or it goes bad fast. Many couples don't survive this stuff. The jealousy. Or one wants to switch and swap and the other only wants to watch. You have to go super slow. You can always come back out here, you can always do more, go farther, but you can't go back. You can't un-do. Talk to people, most people out here are very open. Obviously. Some are ass holes, but that is the same anywhere. Most are just people. Above all, talk to each other. This is the most honest I've ever been, with my husband, since we have started coming here. We talk about every little thing. If anything feels wrong, stop.
It seems overwhelming at first. You want to just see, to start with. What goes on in there? And it is hot, watching people is so hot, but then you feel silly, watching but not doing. Like you are the only one that isn't playing, and you want to. It can be scary.
Talk. Talk, and talk some more. Ask questions, like you are. Just don't jump in unless you are sure. No one here is thinking, 'why are they just watching and not giving us something to watch' everyone has watching days. Trust me, no one in here minds being watched. Everyone had a first visit, everyone goes at their own pace. No one here judges. How could they?"
"Overwhelming is a good word." I told her.
She started talking about how they first started coming out here, and now there are kids, so they don't come out here much. She said she actually learned how to orgasm out here, from a woman.
"My husband has been my only sex partner, and I had never masturbated, so when we married, I couldn't orgasm. I didn't know how, or really what it even was. I'd watch women here, and then learned to masturbate from watching. "
"Wait, how in the world did you end up out here the first time? How were you willing to even try? If you had only been with one person, and had never come, how do you end up here?"
"My parents were nudists in the seventies. I never had an issue being around naked people, but it wasn't sexualized. And I didn't believe in sex before marriage, so he was my only. Someone from his work mentioned this place, he was interested, I don't mind naked, so we tried it out. I owe our sex life to this place. I now teach classes to women on how to orgasm. And I also show women how to squirt. Do you know what that is?" She asked.
"Yeah, kind of. It's when a woman climaxes and liquid comes out, like when a guy does."
"Exactly, have you ever squirted?"
'Wow, what a weird conversation to be having on a Saturday night,' I thought, as I answered her question honestly. "Once. I was laying on a dining room table, and my boyfriend was standing up against the table. When we were done I noticed the table was wet. Really wet. I thought I peed. I was embarrassed, but it didn't smell like pee. I asked a friend later, she said I just squirted, not to worry about it. It's never happened again though."
She said that accidentally is how most women squirt the first time. But sometimes you can learn to squirt like you can learn different ways to orgasm. We had the guys' attention by this point, and her husband chimed in, saying "Stacy can squirt on demand now." He seemed quite proud.
"Would you like to watch?"
"I really would, is that weird?"
"Not at all, the body is beautiful and amazing, and it is perfectly normal to be fascinated by it. C'mon." She climbed out of the hot tub, grabbed a towel, and the three of us followed her. We dried off and wrapped our towels around us. Stacy crawled up on one of the cabana beds, pulled her bikini bottoms off, and laid down spread eagle on the bed. She mentioned that it happened faster when her husband helped, he could keep up a hand speed that she couldn't maintain. So Caleb and I stood at the foot of this bed, out on a patio, and watched as Mark fingered Stacy. Did I mention surreal?
It was done so business-like, almost as if she was teaching a class, very matter-of-fact. His fingers moved quickly, almost like he was repeatedly hitting a button on a video game. She kept talking, about how anyone could learn, and soon she said, "OK, watch close, it's coming."
We watched as clear liquid squirted out of her. In small bursts. It reminded me of a clam off the coast of Florida, squirting ocean water out of it's shell. Again and again, these waterfalls. Some bigger than others, but it kept up as long as Mark kept hitting the right spot.
"That is so cool," I felt like I was in a weird science fair demo at school, or at a hands-on science museum being shown a 'wonders of nature' exhibit. She said you could Google videos of people squirting, and learn their various ways, but nothing beats a close up demonstration.
She let Mark stop, and she wiped up with her towel. We thanked them for spending time talking to us, and we headed to change out of our suits. "Can this place get any weirder?" I asked Caleb.
"Well, you wanted to know what went on in places like this, now we know. Three clubs, three very different experiences. Do you wish you had never asked?"
"No, not at all. But if I had to list what I had expected, an up-close and personal squirting show would never have made the list."
"Ah yes, dancing and a show once again."
I laughed at him and said, "Yes, dancing. I could use some dancing. Let's pretend to be in a normal club for a bit." We redressed and headed to the bar and the dance floor.
After about 30 minutes, Caleb asked if I was willing to join him in the curtained room. I was.
As we entered the room with the curtained beds, I noticed that the condom vase was still full. Either they replenish that as often as they do the food in the kitchen, or it just stays full. The thought wouldn't bother me if it was just established couples, like Caleb and I, watching, and only playing with each other. But you know that more happens here, every weekend. Between the alcohol, the secluded mental removal from reality, and the sheer amount of temptation, it was scary that the condom vase was still full.
Caleb picked an empty bed, thankfully. We climbed up and adjusted the curtains. We lay down, side by side, kissing each other. And listening. Sensuous, sexy noises surrounded us, and I began to get into it. It made an interesting backdrop to our making out. I liked that you couldn't really see, but you could almost really see. With your eyes closed, it was a tease to the ears, a soundtrack. Like having sex in a hotel room, while hearing the couple in the room next door do it as well. Kind of hot. And when you opened your eyes, you could only see your partner well, and felt cocooned by the gauzy curtains. But if you tried to see into the next bed, you could. You actually had to try though. You had to see through your own cur
tain and through another, so there was as much or as little privacy as you wanted. Mentally anyway, considering anyone walking through like we had earlier had no issues and could see just fine through only one curtain and from a position that wasn't laying down. This place could be a real mind fuck if you actually, soberly, though it through. So, I didn't.
We were naked by now, kissing, touching, listening. Catching glimpses. Just as I was realizing that I could probably really get into the almost public but almost private aspect to this curtained bed, I realized Caleb was having issues.
His attention was everywhere. He was trying hard to see everything, and trying to attend to me as well, and the over-stimulation was leaving him limp. Literally.
On the bed closest to us, I could see a woman that I had noticed on the dance floor. She was naked now, straddling a man. I watched her ride him. She had her back to us, but I could see her rhythms, and watch his hands caressing her bare skin above him.
Next to them was two couples. A woman lay on her back, one man licking between her legs and another thrusting himself into her mouth. The second woman sat beside them, playing with herself. She was watching them, but was also looking around the room into the other beds. She seemed forgotten. I felt bad for her.
I looked back to Caleb, he almost seemed to be panicking. I almost giggled, but caught myself, knowing that would be disastrous. It was funny though, in an ironic way. An erotic, take charge man in a room full of live porn, with a very willing partner, surrounded by arousal, sinful erotic stimulation, and he hung unresponsive. I offered to help, thinking if he only had to lay and watch and be tended to, maybe I could fix this.
I pushed him down onto the bed and knealed over him. I purposely kept my ass high in the air, for visuals, and took him into my mouth. He alternated between watching me and scanning the room. Nothing was happening down below.
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