Swinging Club - Great Loft Sex

I'm late, I know, I'm sorry. I've had bloggers block. I promised you some good club stuff, but I've been having conflicting emotions about it. I found it really hard to write these events down, so this entry has ended up more factual than erotic I think. I seem to have gone all moralistic on myself. I haven't got a clue why, but I'm hoping soon I'll stop being so judgmental about this sordid little life I lead?

Loft Sex
The music pumps out around the club as Mr S and I have a ball shaking our booty on the dance floor! When the tune stops Mr S leads me back to our seats asking "Do you wanna go upstairs?"

I know Mr S's question means he wants to have sex with me in the loft area. "Yeah, OK then." I reply, swiftly finishing my glass of wine (no drinks allowed upstairs).

The loft area is on the first floor of the club, built into the roof space and separated into several play rooms. They're all dimly lit, have low sloping ceilings and are fully padded with black and red vinyl cushions.

Always the gentleman, Mr S takes my hand protectively, as he steers me through the crowd, holding the door open when we reach the stairs. Always the pervert, he takes this opportunity for a little up-skirt peeping, as my knickerless crotch wiggles up the stairs in front of him. He takes a cheeky dip, which I reward with a dirty grin thrown over my shoulder.

We find an empty playroom, dive in and get undressed. It's shady in here, with a cosy twilight atmosphere. Mr S lies on his back and I eagerly climb on top of him. He slides me up his body, laying me to rest on his chest. We are both feeling incredibly horny and he soon gets down to giving me several gushing orgasms, before I beg him to stop, in fear of drowning in my own juices!

As we're mopping up the devastation, another couple enter the room. She looks good, very sexy and hot. Mr S and I exchange knowingly glances and he quickly resumes his previous position, with me now on all fours between his legs, in an attempt to repay all his hard work on me.

After a while of greedily sucking Mr S, I feel an unfamiliar, delicate hand stroking my bum, just a light touch, a sensor, a test to see if I will reject their advances. I respond by pushing into their hand, swaying with their touch, encouraging them to explore further. The sensation of strangers hands caressing you is like no other. It feels exciting yet forbidden, an incredibly heady mix.

One hand soon turns into many. I'm unsure if they're male or female and I really don't think I care. I'm having fun, and lots of orgasms, thankfully not the gushing kind though. Usually I don't play with men, but just lately we've been lowering the boundaries, testing the water, seeing how we feel about it. So tonight is really a first.

After a nice strong climax I decide to 'meet' my secret explorers. I turn around to be greeted by a blonde beauty gazing lustfully at me. I kiss her passionately, savouring the exciting newness of her mouth. I signal to her that it's her turn to receive some pleasure now, by lightly pushing her back, lying her down on the cushions. I continue to kiss her, hungrily, desperately trying not to rush things, yet recklessly wanting to rush everything and jump to the next stage.

She is beautiful. Her body is soft and plump, full and curvy. Just the way I like it, no stick insects for me. Leaving her lips now, working my way down her body, over her small firm breasts. Pausing at her tummy, teasing a little, then up and down her thighs, sensing her delight, deliberately missing out my ultimate goal between her legs. Stroking her inner thighs, gently spreading them a little wider, running my tongue the length of her legs, delighting in the shudders I cause. Hot breath, my hot breath, starting at her ankles, travelling slowly towards her wetness.

As her writhing becomes more urgent, I figure it's time to ease her longing. Starting with light flickering movements of my tongue, I begin to edge my way up her milky thighs, towards her hot dripping pussy. Finally my patience is rewarded as I suck and pull on her juicy lips, drinking in her sweet and musky taste, my fingers dipping inside her, gaining in memento as she raises her hips to greet me.

That familiar sensation of strangers hands again, uninvited from behind. Expert, knowing hands, precise movements, not tentative, or shy, they can really pack a punch. Now these are definitely male, and not Mr S's, because he's in front of me. Stealing a glance between slitted eyes, I confirm this, with the mind blowing sight of Mr S being orally pleasured by the girl at the end of my tongue!

Now this is what I call eroticism, the freak inside me does triple somersaults, as my brain soaks up the realisation of my fantasy. All senses are being pleasured to overload, my mind races at a thousand miles a second, this is better than any drug induced trip. I round my back, hold my breath and bury my face between my lovers legs, as the first wave of orgasm grips me.

This chain of ecstasy continues, four bodies consumed in unadulterated pleasure. It draws to an end when the girl reaches her orgasm and collapses gratefully.

I smile at Mr S, who comes over to me, kissing and licking her juices from my face. We all exchange names and arrange to meet again later in the night. How strange, how sordid, how insane, to have sex with someone who's name you never knew.

I feel bad now because we went off on a crusade, looking for another couple we'd chatted to earlier in the evening. We didn't find them and by the time we'd given up, it was too late, our loft mates had gone too. So we ended up in the dreaded dark room. I wish we'd kept our promise, but know why I didn't, the guy wasn't that hot and I wasn't really interested in him. Still there is some regret, missed opportunities perhaps? But never mind, it was yummy fun while it lasted.