Ballsiest First Date Ever: Accompanying Me to the Sex Club
Nicki and I had been texting for months. We had met on Feeld, and while I generally try to strike while the iron is hot, we had let circumstances get the better of us, and summer travel conflicts kept us from connecting. Despite both of our valiant efforts to keep the text thread fresh, we had gotten caught up in other priorities.
Which was where things stood last Saturday morning when I unexpectedly found myself with that evening free. I put out a few feelers but most of my regular FWBs had plans, so I reconciled myself to settling in with a good book, or maybe working on a blog entry. But later that afternoon, around 5:00, Nicki reached out and texted me out of the blue.
She had just finished her day but it was too early in the evening to settle in, so she had decided to rekindle the thread and see what I was up to. We exchanged pleasantries and I immediately hatched an evil plan, telling her I happened to have that evening free and asked if she was in the mood to do something audacious. She inquired as to what, and I told her we should go to a sex club together.
To her credit, she was intrigued, and wanting to learn more, we got on the phone to talk it through. She was a bit nervous, but she always wanted to do something like this, so she decided to go for it, and we settled on a time for me to pick her up.
I met her at her door and was thrilled to see how attractive she was in person, with a long, slim body; a pixie haircut; and an infectious, radiant smile. Our chemistry was immediate and engaging, and we were soon talking over each other as if we were long-lost friends reacquainted after a several-year absence.
After a few failed attempts (thanks, Covid) we finally found an open bar near the San Francisco waterfront where we could enjoy a drink and a little pre-club conversation. Nicki found a table while I placed our order with the bartender.
[Aside #1: while I was waiting for our drinks I chatted with three women sitting at the bar in Dodgers gear. They were in town for a bachelorette party, and asked what I/we had in store for the evening. I asked if they really want to know. Confirming they did, I said we were off to a sex club. I wasn’t entirely sure they believed me, until one of them made a reference to an upside-down pineapple, and I told them I thought that particular symbol was a bit hackneyed and never used it myself. Their eyes got a little wider when they realized I was for real.]
Over the drink we talked about our respective relationship statuses and sexual histories. She is dating a guy polyamorously, and has been in the ENM lifestyle for only eight months, having recently gotten out of a long, largely sexless (toward the end) marriage. She was very much enjoying her newfound sexual empowerment and excited to try new things. And as her entire experience with groups consisted of two not-quite-great threesomes, the idea of being in a room full of naked people fucking was a little mind-blowing.
I also learned she can often be in her head, and if she is feeling overwhelmed she can start having an out-of-body experience. I assured her I’d be a good guardian and would check in with her regularly. While we were chatting, I touched her arm, she did the same in return, and soon our hands were enmeshed. I leaned in to kiss her, and she remarked that she hoped the other patrons enjoyed the show.
Finishing our drink, we headed to the club, parked, and buzzed our way in. The crowd was a little lighter than usual for a Saturday night, but not by much, and when we arrived things were already hopping.
Checking our coats, I had my first view of Nicki’s outfit: a shapeless black dress with a plunging back, exposing a beautiful tattoo that spanned both shoulder blades and went about halfway down her back. And revealing there was no possible way she was wearing a bra.
[Aside #2: As we stood in line to get a drink, I placed my hand on her shoulder blade, slid it down to the small of her back, then continued to her perfectly round, toned buttock. Unencumbered by panties. I was thrilled to learn that nothing but a thin piece of material stood between the world and Nicki’s naked body.
Nicki rocks.]
We sipped our drinks at one of the nearby tables, talking about our expectations for the evening. When people started heading to the back we joined them, stripped naked, stored our clothes in the provided lockers (one piece of cloth, baby!), and proceeded to the back.
We had agreed that we would start out observing, and so secured a spot on a couch with a commanding view. The play space was maybe a quarter full at that point, and we sat there taking in the scene. There was a couple directly in front of us, the woman laying on her back in a bustier, her breasts exposed, and her date was masturbating her first with his fingers, and then with a vibrator. Other couples sat on the couches, also watching the show. I stole a glance at Nicki and saw her beaming from ear to ear.
After a few minutes I leaned in to kiss her. The kiss was slow and deep, and I held her head in my hands, running my fingers through her barely-there haircut. My hands wandered down her back, down her arms, and eventually to her breasts. They are perfectly sized and shaped, round, with perky little nipples which I fondled and teased with my fingertips.
After a while I guided her hand to my throbbing erection, and she enthusiastically obliged, playfully running her fingers up and down the hard shaft. My own hands had found their way to her hips and outer thighs, then to her inner thighs, and finally to her labia.
I gently fondled her outer lips, playfully probing for that spot where I knew her they would part and I would discover the warm waiting wetness within. Ah, there it was. I was not disappointed. I continued to run my fingers in and around her labia, teasing her clit, and finally inserting first one, then a second finger into her waiting vagina. She moaned and arched her back in response, the whole time maintaining her firm grip on my rock hard cock.
I was ridiculously turned on, sitting next to this naked woman, neither of our hands getting enough of the other’s genitals.
From there I turned to face Nicki as she remained sitting on the couch. I kissed her neck, then her tits, her stomach, and her thighs, slowly making my way toward her pussy. And I was thrilled to get my first view of that beautiful pussy. It is petite, with a perfectly rounded mound, a tight little vagina, and a well-protected clit that wasn’t afraid to make its presence known when things got going. I spent a good long while with it, slowly building up to that clit, eventually licking and sucking it, applying steady suction while I gently flicked back and forth with my tongue. All the while inserting a couple of fingers into her vagina and giving her the come-hither motion.
At this point she was not only moaning but actively writhing. To the point I was almost afraid it was too much for her. But after a quick check in she reassured me it was all very good, so I proceeded with the pussy torture.
Finally I donned a condom and began fucking her, as she sat on the edge of the couch and I knelt/crouched on the floor. After a few minutes we switched with me sitting on the couch, and her straddling and riding me from the top.
Nicki fucked me using long, slow strokes, grinding her pelvis into mine. I could tell she was doing what made her feel good, which I thought was so sexy. I sat there, enjoying every moment.
At one point we turned her around to face the full room, which by this time was completely packed with wall-to-wall naked bodies having sex. Quickly deciding that visual was a bit overwhelming she spun back around to face me (and the wall), instead enjoying the sounds of people having sex and the occasional tell-tale high-pitched scream of a female orgasm.
Nicki told me she was more auditory than visual, so that was quite a turn on for her.
[Aside #3: while Nicki was straddling and fucking me, a couple sat next to us and began playing. Both were toned and tan; she was an attractive blonde with a great body and clearly fake tits, and he was also attractive with an impressive cock. They were around our age and clearly interested in playing with us, with lots of mutual eye contact and even quite a bit of “where are you from” type chatting. On a different night, with a different date, I may have just reached out and grabbed her tit, and we would have been immediately fucking each others’ partners. But I could tell from Nicki’s body language that she wasn’t interested; she leaned in closer so I held her tight and continued our sensuous, rhythmic fucking.]
After a while we wished our new friends well and found a spot on the floor to continue the fun. We fucked for a while, she went down on me, and I went down on her again. And as I was going down on her I began fondling and grabbing her ass, re-discovering how toned and tight and perfect it is. I made a mental note that I really needed to get a good look at this magnificent behind as I had had plenty of opportunity to enjoy her face and tits and pussy, but I hadn’t really had a chance to get a view of that ass.
[Aside #4: when Nicki went down on me she asked if I preferred teeth or no teeth. I told her “uh, no teeth,” and asked if there really were any men who wanted teeth. She assured me that plenty of men do. Huh, okay. Guess that’s what I learned today.]
Finally, we finished with me fucking her doggy style, enjoying her back and her tattoo and, yes, that ass. I was grabbing it and fondling it and enjoying every moment. But of course, her legs were at a right angle to her body, my cock was in her pussy, so while I was getting a great view of it, it wasn’t the full unadulterated view I would have gotten if she was standing naked with her back to me. So while I was having fun, it wasn’t fully satiating my visual desire.
After I came we cuddled a bit, got a drink of water, and decided it was time to leave.
[Aside #5: as we were leaving, around 1:45 am, we encountered a couple just arriving. Damn, how nice it must be to be twenty-something and not need sleep on a Saturday night!]
As I drove her home we relished in and debriefed from the evening. She obviously hadn’t pulled the plug at any point, and she had thoroughly enjoyed herself. She did experience some occasional sensory overload, but when that happened, I was quick to move in to distract her with a kiss and for the most part avoid any out of body experiences.
Pulling up to her house, I wished her a good evening, then told her I had one final request. She asked what it was, and I said that as she exited the car I would greatly appreciate her lifting her dress and giving me one final view of her fabulous ass. She flashed me her radiant smile and as she climbed out of the car hiked she her dress up high, allowing me to take a final mental snapshot. It was marvelous. I thanked her and wished her a good night.
Then, as I pulled away, I saw her climbing the stairs to her place. Out in the middle of the public street. Once again lifting her dress and flashing her ass for me (and anyone else on the street at 2:00 a.m.) to see. Bidding me goodnight in style
Damn, Nicki does rock.
Just like her namesake.
