Valentine’s Visit to a Sex Club
Work had taken me to Las Vegas for the weekend preceding Valentine’s Day, so I made plans in advance to fly Noelle down to join me so we could spend our first Valentine’s Day together. We networked with some of my work peers at the Skyfall Lounge on the 64th Floor of the Delano Hotel. Noelle was dressed to impress, her blonde hair in stark contrast to the black romper I had bought for her birthday. She was meeting many of my friends for the first-time, since we all hailed from different cities or origin. You couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. She was rubbing elbows with luminaries in my industry, and all eyes were on her as she drank champagne and looked out at Vegas strip at dusk.
We made our apologies and our way to Mario Batali’s steakhouse, Carne Vino. The valet that opened our door watched as Noelle stepped into the taxi, then looked at me and said “You’ve already won tonight.” I smiled, said “Yes I have”, and gave him a fist bump.
They had made a mistake on our reservation, so they seated us in the wine cellar. I ordered a bottle of 2011 Silver Oak Napa Cabernet, and we dined on a decadent dinner of octopus, lobster and steak. No time to linger though, as we slipped away to the 9:30pm showing of Le Réve at the Wynn.
Noelle had never been to a Vegas show before. I think we’ve established that Noelle is absolutely sex positive, with exhibitionist and voyeuristic interests, so watching lithe bodies turn and twist and dive into the water stoked her libido.
We walked out, not really knowing what the plan would be from there. We found a taxi and hopped in. I knew that we weren’t that tired, and after visiting a strip club the night before, I knew that Noelle would like to try something a little different. I had heard about a famous sex club called “The Green Door” from a peer that was in town, so I told the taxi driver to take us there.
We paid the cover charge, affixed the necessary green bracelet, and made our way through the club. A little after 11:30pm, the club was woefully quiet. We walked through many empty rooms, finding only two other couples sitting and talking in a large room upstairs with a stripper pole. Noelle and I decided to go next door and grab a drink or two to give us a little more courage and others time to populate the club.
When we came back, Noelle was buzzed and happy. She mentioned that she wanted to dance on a pole, so I encouraged her to do so. “What do I do? How do I start?” she asked me. I told her to take off her romper. She turned and I unclasped it at the nape of her neck, then held the shoulders as she stepped out of it. She was naked except for her thong, and she skipped eagerly to the stage. Noelle danced, I sat and took a seat in front of the stage. As couples came in, they tended to stall and watch Noelle dance, whispering in each other’s ears, looking longingly at her tight body in motion.
Noelle got a little overwhelmed by the attention, so she retreated off stage and we made our way upstairs, to the large room with another pole where we had seen the only couples earlier. A black couple in white robes stopped and said they were going to the hot tub, but they wanted to smoke first. I said “Smoke what?” optimistically, and when they said “weed” I told Jill to dance her heart out and I’d be right back. I smoked a fat joint with the black couple in their car then went back upstairs to find Noelle. She was still on the stage upstairs, only now it seemed like there were 20+ people watching her. She was in her element, so I started to wonder through other rooms, when I saw my pot-smoking black friends.
She was skinny and gangly like a model, so she looked like a pile of arms and legs suspended in a sex swing. Her man had his face buried in her pussy, and the room that they were in had windows on three sides so others could watch. I went and pulled Noelle off the pole and told her to look through one of these windows. When she saw what was happening, she asked if she could go in. I grabbed her by the hand and lead her into the room. The black girl (let’s call her Katie) was getting out of the swing, and asked Noelle if she wanted to try it. Noelle nodded her head tightly, and was about to get in the swing when I told her to remove her panties. She did, and Katie helped get her comfortably suspended in the sex swing, then went in search of some lube. Not wanting there to be a delay, I got to my knees and put my mouth on her pussy, licking her from bow to stern for a few passes, ensuring lubrication wouldn’t be a concern. The black couple encourage me to stay down there, but I told Katie that I thought Noelle might more appreciate her attention.
Katie knelt in front of Noelle, between her suspended legs, and started to play with her pussy. A significant crowd had gathered at each window, but Noelle was oblivious. Katie’s delicate black fingers were strumming Noelle’s clit, and Noelle had her head arched back in ecstasy. I told Katie she might want to slow down, as I knew Noelle was likely to orgasm quickly at the current pace. Katie leaned in and put her mouth on Noelle, and Noelle’s body stretched and clenched into full orgasm, each limb stretching and pulsing as she came.
Noelle opened her eyes, only now realizing how many people had been watching her naked body fully suspended and in full orgasm. I went to her side and helped her out of the swing, and eventually, back into her romper. We walked through the club one last time, this time to the sight of many couples in some form of coitus. When they saw us, they would smile and nod at Noelle in appreciation for her demonstration.
This was our first dip into a new dimension of our sex life. We didn’t even know the name of the black girl that went down on Noelle that night, and we don’t care. She could be a sex fairy for all we know, our guide into a new and exciting lifestyle for us.
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