Oh shit-fuck-shit. Are we still discussing drinks? I feel breathless as he saunters away.That’s Dex, Brain. Stop thinking porny thoughts about him being here with you.
“Hey,” a feminine voice calls to the side of me. “You look a little lost. Is this your first time?”
The woman is gorgeous. I want to grow up and be her. She’s tall, with flawless skin and a perfect shape. I feel like wilting next to her. I nod, and swallow the lump that has formed in my throat. “Yeah, my first time. I’m uh…I’m writing an article about it.”
The woman takes her bottom lip in her teeth and smiles at me. “Well, if you’re up to it later, would you like to play a little?”
Oh. My. God.
I can’t answer the beautiful lady. I’m frozen to the spot. I may have even died.
Her smile gets even wider and she leans closer to me, the heat of her body hitting me like a fucking tidal wave. Where the fuck is Dex with my drink? “I’d love to play with you. I’m here tonight with my husband, and I think the three of us would be explosive.”
“Umm.” That’s all I say.
The woman touches my arm softly and drifts away, smiling like a soft breeze.
“Well, I’m fully fucking aroused, Nash,” Dex says, holding up a drink for me.
I’m still staring at the woman as she walks away. “Huh?”
“You and that woman, Nash. That’s a life’s worth of spank bank material for any man,” he says sipping at his drink.
I sip mine. It’s red wine. “She asked me to play later with her and her husband.” I gulp back the rest of the wine.
“How did that make you feel?” he asks, sliding up closer to me.
My eyes meet his. “Stunned stupid, that was my reaction.”
“That’s not the answer to my question, though. How did it make you feel knowing that woman wanted you? That her husband wanted you?”
A blush burns down my cheeks. “A little exhilarating. Not—” I hold a finger up. “Not that I would. Dex I’m not into girls. I mean, she was beautiful but—”
“Nash, we’re not here to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Just relax and be honest with yourself and your body and have fun.”
I nod and take his drink out of his hands and down his back too.
He laughs and his hands are on my waist again, warm and solid, pushing me to walk. “Come on, let’s get you in some of the other rooms so you see what else happens here.”
I bite my bottom lip and smile.
We walk through a wide hallway lined with open doors. The first door we pass, Dex guides me inside and I stumble a bit at the opening. Along the walls, about every five feet, is a medium-sized hole, and each hole has a dick popping out of it. And at the end of each dick, there’s a woman on her knees playing with it. “Glory holes?” I ask.
He stands close behind me and the grip on my waist tightens. I turn my head just a bit, to look up at him. His chin leans over my shoulder, and he whispers his warm breath against my ear. “Is this something you want to try?”
No. Definitely not. “Um. I’m not sure. What else is here? What’s something pleasing for a woman?”
He leads me away.
The next room has cages and a large woman holding a whip. Another room has beds with dozens of limbs and bodies entwined with each other. And another with woman glory holes—I’m not even sure what the name for that is. Every room we step into, I turn into Dex’s chest, giggling nervously. Thank God he’s here with me, there’s no way I could have done any of this alone. I’m out of my element—so far out of my element.
The next area is dark and oddly quiet. There are odd-shaped chairs situated around the room, and lying bent over one is the beautiful woman who propositioned me before. She’s restrained to the bench, while she gives her partner a blowjob. Her bare ass faces up, both cheeks pink. The man’s face is a mix between pleasure and pain as she strokes him in and out of her mouth excruciatingly slow.
A woman, dressed from head to toe in black latex, circles around the couple. Each time the woman walks around, she slaps a paddle over her bottom. The couple both moan out in pleasure.
I don’t fold into Dex’s chest this time. It’s very voyeuristic, but I want to watch them. When the beautiful woman notices me, she whispers something low to the latex lady.
“She wishes to be punished by you,” the woman with the paddle says. “Would you like me to show you how?”
