In the elevator, Seraphina glimpsed their reflection. She and Evan were a striking couple. Without discussing what they would wear, they had coordinated their outfits. She wore a Navy Blue shimmering long-sleeved shirt dress with a plunging neckline. The hem grazed her knees. Her outfit was completed with a pair of nude six-inch heels.
In her heels, she just about matched him in height. While he wore a dark blue dress shirt and matching slacks. The two looked good together, as if they were made for each other.
Seraphina, you shouldn’t be thinking this way. He is a former client. He is older, almost the age of your dad…For a moment, her mind was desperate to refute her conclusion. The problem was she easily argued away any excuse her mind could conjure. She had committed herself to enjoying this experience and dealing with the fallout later. Taking a steady breath, she pushed aside her negative thoughts.
Wow!There was a visual smorgasbord of sexual activities on the second floor. People were engaging in a variety of activities, from kissing and caressing to more explicit acts. Some were even engaged in group activities. The atmosphere was electric, and the sounds of pleasure and passion filled the air.
The sounds of pleasure and passion reverberated in her body. She felt her heart rate quicken as pleasure coursed through her veins. She could feel every nerve ending tingling and alive. It was an aphrodisiac to observe others engaged in various displays of pleasure. The sights and sounds of their enjoyment and connection were intoxicating. It was captivating to watch them succumb to pleasure and give in to their desires, exploring their sexuality.
Evan slipped his hand from the small of her back. She didn’t miss his warmth for long. He moved from her side to stand behind her. With one arm, he circled her middle and pulled her flush against him. The feel of his arousal greeted her as it pressed along her ass and lower back. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her again.
“Do you like what you see, Sweet Girl?” For the first time, Seraphina broke her cardinal rule when communicating with someone without sight. She nodded without uttering a word. She heard him chuckle. “I will take that as a yes.”
“What are you seeing that has you so excited that words escape you?” She was already wet, but the way he spoke directly into her ear, barely above a whisper, increased her wetness.
“The lack of inhibition. The way people are just taking and giving pleasure with no thought to who may be around them.”
His other hand loosely circled the front of her throat. “It is freeing to just let go.”
“I have something in mind.” She told him.
“Good. I’m game.” If she remembered correctly, he didn’t have an aversion to public displays. On her form, she indicated she was open to it, but she didn’t really think she would want to take part. Now Seraphina was not only open to it, but she was also about to lead the experience. “It will require that you trust me.” She informed him.
“I have no problem trusting you, Sweet Girl.” Why was that one of the sexist things she had ever heard? His hands slipped from around her throat and middle. He took her hand.
“There is an empty two-seat, about eight steps to the left.”
“Lead the way.”
Seraphina positioned them, so Evan stood directly in front of the chair. “The seat is directly behind you. Please sit.” He folded himself into the chair. As if he knew what she needed, his posture was relaxed.
Seraphina could feel a boldness coursing through her veins. Perhaps it was the erotic environment, or maybe it was the man who sat beside her. Either way, she was going to be daring. She reached over and undid the first button of his shirt. He didn't utter a word. Instead, he stretched his arms out on the back of the sofa, leaving himself vulnerable to her.
With every button set free, she placed a peck on the now exposed skin. Seraphina did this methodically until she undid all the buttons, she had access to. Then she finally reached his pants. He didn’t wear a belt. She bypassed the button, and slowly pulled down his zipper. It surprised her how exhilarating it felt. She was eager to get on with her plan. Reaching into the space created by the now open fly, she wrapped her hand around his length. Evan’s intake of breath was sharp. The sound emboldened her.
Right there in the club, with God knows who around, she sank to her knees between his parted legs. She looked up at him from her position. The anticipation strumming through him was palpable.
Seraphina was cautious as she removed his cock from the confines of his briefs and freed him from the confines of his pants. She didn’t recognise herself. She was eager to fulfill the fantasy the club had fostered within her. Tentatively, she swiped her tongue over his purple head. She pumped him allowing her hands to memorise the feel of his length. It was the first time she thought of a cock as being beautiful. Nice. Yes, but this was a work of art. One she desperately wanted to engulf with her mouth. Given his size she had to take it in steps. Starting with putting the tip into her mouth. Even that was a mouthful. She ran her tongue in a circle around his head. He groaned and adjusted his hips, feeding her more of his length.
Roxanne fancied herself a head-giving expert. It was a strange time to think of her friend but she tried to remember Roxy’s step-by-step instructions to giving a blowjob especially when your partner was gifted.
“I can give you a bunch of tricks, to give him the best BJ of all time and I will. But number one, and the most important, is enjoy what you’re doing.”She recalled her saying.
Seraphina never objected to giving oral pleasure, but she hadn’t enjoyed it. Well, not the way she was right now. The sound of her enthusiastically slurping on his length filled her ears. Along with Evan’s praise for her efforts as she bobbed up and down his length. “That feels so good, my Sweet Girl.”
Her nipples pebbled into hard peaks. God, was she wet. The lace of her panties was soaked. Her clit throbbed. She’d never experienced this kind of excitement giving head before. Hell, he wasn’t even touching her. He just sat back and allowed her to have her way with him. She hadn’t even pleasured herself. Her body’s reaction was just from pleasing him. His groans and grunts were the ultimate turn-on.
“I’m close. If you don’t stop now, I will come down your throat.” Rather than give him a response, she doubled her efforts with both hands as she took him deeper into her mouth. He pumped into her mouth and her body sang. His cock jumped. “Fuck!” he roared. “Don’t miss one drop.” He instructed. Not wanting to disappoint, she gulped and gulped ensuring none was wasted. He was a tasty treat.
Before releasing him, she did a thorough job of cleaning his still-hard length. “That was unexpected and completely hot, Sweet Girl.” He praised.
He reached out his hand and she grasped it as she stood. She quickly sat beside him. She’d been so engrossed in what she was doing she had blocked out where they were and the other occupants in the room. Some had been observing her little show. Appreciative glances were sent her way, from both sexes.
Evan tucked himself away. “Would you like to stay here, or can I take you upstairs and take care of you now?”
Was that an actual question? “Yes, please.”
“Perfect answer. Let’s go.”
