by Monica May
Grant guides me to the rear of the club where we come across the last section of sofas before the line of sheer-covered beds. This area is full of people. I have never seen an orgy before, but this must be what it looks like. Everyone is touching someone and being touched by someone else. I immediately see the redhead. She’s laying on her back with another woman in between her legs. She has her fingers on her own clit making circles while the other woman licks her. The other woman has her rear in the air and is being fucked from behind by a man.
There’s a little too much going on in that section for me, and we continue further into the club. We see the lined up beds shielded with sheer white fabric. Some beds have the fabric pulled open, and this appears to be an invitation to anyone that wants to join. Others have the fabric pulled shut just to be viewed, not entered.
Grant pushes me up against the wall nearest the first bed and starts to kiss me fiercely. It’s rough and possessive. His hands are all over me, up my bodice, over the swells of my breasts, and up the back of my neck. He puts his hand in my hair, pulling my head back firmly, kissing my jaw and down the front of my throat and over my chest.
“I want to fuck you so badly right now, Shelby, but I don’t want to be on display. What we have is for us. I don’t want to show them our love. Let’s find the locked rooms the brochure talked about.”
We hustle down the long corridor past the exposed beds to find all the doors wide open. Not one of the rooms are in use! “This is a sign that this place is not for us; it’s erotic, but once is enough, don’t you agree?”
I nod my head yes as we are the only couple in this place that can’t screw each other in front of an audience. “Enough with all this chit-chat, Grant, come fuck me,” I say as I pull him into the room.
“Always, my Bossy Girl!” He does as he’s told, and he does it quick. He doesn’t remove a shred of my clothing. Picking me up swiftly, he lays me across the bed and heads back to the door to lock it. Walking back from the door, he unzips his pants. Once he reaches me, he turns me over and pushes my shoulders down on the bed.
He enters me with force and pounds quickly. It feels so sexy for him to be so dominant. It takes him a moment to regain control of himself to give me steady thrusts. I am now able to rock back and forth on my knees to meet him. My skirt is pushed up high on my waist, with my breasts spilling out of my corset. Grant’s hands are firm on my hips pulling me back and forth. I love when he pulls all the way out letting me feel his entire length.
Slowing his motions, I feel his cock grow larger. I feel the walls of my pussy contract onto him as my orgasm comes over me in a pulsating wave. It literally starts in my toes and moves through my entire body all the way up to my head. He slows down just enough to let me catch my breath, but does not stop thrusting, making it that much better.
After passionately rolling around in the bed for a few minutes, I’m able to get on top of him, and I brace my arms on the headboard behind his head. His green eyes stare up at me. Using the headboard for support, I ride him with force and depth. I am so wet, my slickness allows my clit to rub on his pelvis. I feel my orgasm coming again so soon, and I want Grant to come with me. “Do you like my soaking wet pussy on you? Do you want me to fuck you harder?” He gets so turned on by dirty talk, and right on cue, we both come together with fireworks. I ride him slowly until I no longer feel him pulsating inside of me. I collapse on top of him as he wraps his arms around me, flipping us over and devouring me in kisses.
“I never thought it was possible to love you more than I did five months ago. Thank you for going out of your comfort zone for us; thank you for letting me take you in this room and not exploiting our love out there. Come on, Bossy Girl, let’s get the hell out of here.”
I use the handkerchief in Grant’s pocket to clean up. We hurry though the playroom hand-in-hand with no concern to our surroundings. It was an erotic experience, but I don’t think we will find ourselves here again.
We ring in the New Year in each other’s arms alone together and in love back at the hotel.
Epilogue
We are still on a sexual high that’s now our relationship. We both have made a constant effort to feed each other’s needs, and it has been absolutely awesome. Going to Savannah’s Closets was a wild experience; however, once in a lifetime was good enough for us. We have stuck to the discreet foreplay in public with wild nights at home. We’ve made a vow to rent a limo every year for a ride over the lake and back on our anniversary.
While our relationship has been great, things have been bumpy for Samantha. She lost her Great-Aunt Gertrude, which was expected, but it wasn’t easy for her. Tragically, she also lost her husband. Phillip was a mechanic on an offshore oilrig. He was being evacuated from the rig during a storm, and the helicopter went down in the Gulf of Mexico. Grant and I have been trying to push her to keep busy with her Aunt’s dream of re-opening the Burlesque Club, but I’m not sure we will be able to pull her out from her new commitment to never be in a relationship again.
From The Author
I hope you enjoyed Grant and Shelby’s journey. I started reading what I lovingly call smut a few short years ago and said, “I can do that, and I can do it with a hometown New Orleans flair!” And with that, Shelby and Grant were created. My wonderful husband encouraged me to write and share with my fellow smut-reading friends. It was their positive reaction that pushed me to publish my dirty thoughts.
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