shopping—home improvement stores mainly—but no recent
activities allowed them to follow him.
So, they’d ended up back at Switch. Cayl had been insistent,
almost eager. And when she’d tried to tease him about wanting to go to Switch
just for the sex, he’d gotten stern and used that superior tone to say it was
purely for investigative purposes.
Ha! She didn’t believe that for a second. Particularly not
when Cayl requested she wear something slutty, something that showed her
“tits”. That had prompted a long discussion about words used to describe the
human body. She was pretty sure Cayl had dismissed most of what she’d said.
She’d thought about Cayl’s expectation that she wear
something slutty but no way was she going out bare-breasted. Not again.
Instead, she wore a short black skirt, black bra and a mostly sheer white
blouse. She was pretty happy with the look. It had been one of those outfits
that after two glasses of wine at lunch and a convincing sales clerk had seemed
like a good idea, but she’d never found the courage to wear. Until tonight.
At least her breasts were covered. Mostly. They were pushed
up and well-displayed but at least her nipples were hidden. Unless she took a
deep breath, which she wasn’t going to do. She was going to stand there,
calmly, watching the crowd and oh my…
She inhaled long and full, her nipples tingling as they
flirted with the edge of her bra. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this.
The Switch crowd was different tonight. The room practically
hummed with lust. Last night it had been early and a weeknight. Sexy but not
insane. Tonight—Friday, after ten, and these people were ready for sex. Ready
to fuck.
Mace had insisted that they arrive late, saying that no one
showed up early on Friday. It would make them stand out.
And since she’d set Mace up as the expert on the club, Cayl had
agreed. Plus, Mace had offered to take them out for more “nutrition”.
Despite her irritation—at being overruled and at not being
able to find Harken—Devin enjoyed dinner. Mace was interesting and sexy. She
sort of regretted laughing when he’d asked her out. It hadn’t been intentional.
He was a hot, sexy guy. She was a little bland and slightly overweight. She’d
assumed he’d been joking so she’d laughed first. Looking back, that might have
been a mistake.
At dinner, he’d been polite and interested in what she had
to say. Flirtatious but not over the top. It still confused her that a guy like
him would be interested in a someone like her but the memories of last night
wove through her mind—bent over the table, Mace’s hand flat on her ass, hot
fingers inside her, driving her to come. It had made the meal a complicated mix
of reality and fantasy.
Even Cayl had been reasonably pleasant with only a few
disparaging comments tossed in about human’s lack of understanding and
knowledge.
Cayl had made a one-eighty on his “exploration” of this
world. Where last night he disdained the senses, tonight he indulged them,
tasting each food—even if it didn’t come on his plate—touching the tablecloth,
stroking Mace and Devin. The one thing that had remained consistent was his
fascination with her chest.
He is definitely a breast man and he should be here now .
She stared, her eyes locked on the stage in front of her. Two men knelt beside
a woman with small, perky breasts, their mouths latched onto her nipples.
Without touching any other part of her body, the woman appeared close to
orgasm. Just from having her breasts sucked.
Her pussy clenched, liquid heat filling her core.
A strong arm slid around her waist and dragged her back
against a hot male chest, holding her place as a hard, thick cock pressed
against her ass. Every protective instinct she had reared up. Her hands curled
into fists and she tensed, ready to jab her elbow back. Only her surroundings
stalled her reaction.
She was at a sex club, after all. This was probably normal
behavior.
The
activities allowed them to follow him.
So, they’d ended up back at Switch. Cayl had been insistent,
almost eager. And when she’d tried to tease him about wanting to go to Switch
just for the sex, he’d gotten stern and used that superior tone to say it was
purely for investigative purposes.
Ha! She didn’t believe that for a second. Particularly not
when Cayl requested she wear something slutty, something that showed her
“tits”. That had prompted a long discussion about words used to describe the
human body. She was pretty sure Cayl had dismissed most of what she’d said.
She’d thought about Cayl’s expectation that she wear
something slutty but no way was she going out bare-breasted. Not again.
Instead, she wore a short black skirt, black bra and a mostly sheer white
blouse. She was pretty happy with the look. It had been one of those outfits
that after two glasses of wine at lunch and a convincing sales clerk had seemed
like a good idea, but she’d never found the courage to wear. Until tonight.
At least her breasts were covered. Mostly. They were pushed
up and well-displayed but at least her nipples were hidden. Unless she took a
deep breath, which she wasn’t going to do. She was going to stand there,
calmly, watching the crowd and oh my…
She inhaled long and full, her nipples tingling as they
flirted with the edge of her bra. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this.
The Switch crowd was different tonight. The room practically
hummed with lust. Last night it had been early and a weeknight. Sexy but not
insane. Tonight—Friday, after ten, and these people were ready for sex. Ready
to fuck.
Mace had insisted that they arrive late, saying that no one
showed up early on Friday. It would make them stand out.
And since she’d set Mace up as the expert on the club, Cayl had
agreed. Plus, Mace had offered to take them out for more “nutrition”.
Despite her irritation—at being overruled and at not being
able to find Harken—Devin enjoyed dinner. Mace was interesting and sexy. She
sort of regretted laughing when he’d asked her out. It hadn’t been intentional.
He was a hot, sexy guy. She was a little bland and slightly overweight. She’d
assumed he’d been joking so she’d laughed first. Looking back, that might have
been a mistake.
At dinner, he’d been polite and interested in what she had
to say. Flirtatious but not over the top. It still confused her that a guy like
him would be interested in a someone like her but the memories of last night
wove through her mind—bent over the table, Mace’s hand flat on her ass, hot
fingers inside her, driving her to come. It had made the meal a complicated mix
of reality and fantasy.
Even Cayl had been reasonably pleasant with only a few
disparaging comments tossed in about human’s lack of understanding and
knowledge.
Cayl had made a one-eighty on his “exploration” of this
world. Where last night he disdained the senses, tonight he indulged them,
tasting each food—even if it didn’t come on his plate—touching the tablecloth,
stroking Mace and Devin. The one thing that had remained consistent was his
fascination with her chest.
He is definitely a breast man and he should be here now .
She stared, her eyes locked on the stage in front of her. Two men knelt beside
a woman with small, perky breasts, their mouths latched onto her nipples.
Without touching any other part of her body, the woman appeared close to
orgasm. Just from having her breasts sucked.
Her pussy clenched, liquid heat filling her core.
A strong arm slid around her waist and dragged her back
against a hot male chest, holding her place as a hard, thick cock pressed
against her ass. Every protective instinct she had reared up. Her hands curled
into fists and she tensed, ready to jab her elbow back. Only her surroundings
stalled her reaction.
She was at a sex club, after all. This was probably normal
behavior.
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