The Club - Sex Stories

The Club

... lace bra and the dress.

Willow led me through the room and down a short hall into a locker room, where she handed me a wristband with a key fob. At her suggestion I left my clutch in the locker, explaining that any bar tab could be settled at the end of the evening. We then proceeded back into the hall, and she pointed out where the playrooms were located toward the back of the house. With that taken care of, we returned to the lounge and took two seats at the bar.

“Allow me to go over a few quick house rules,” Willow said. “The club is built on a foundation of trust and respect. While there are no boundaries here, you and only you decide what is right for you. Consent is required and that is understood. No means no. ‘No’ and ‘stop’ are universal safe words in this space”.

She pointed to a fit young man in form-fitting black slacks and tee. “There are hosts throughout. If you need anything or have any concerns, simply call out and one will assist you. Although there’s little to no chance you’ll need one – you’ll find everyone to be very respectful. That’s really it. Just relax and have fun! Any questions?”

“No,” I replied.

“You’re a first-timer, do I understand correctly?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“Any experience elsewhere?”

I hesitated. “No, none. This is all new to me.”

“Nervous?” she asked.

“Perhaps a little.”

“Excited?”

“Very.”

“Any concerns?” she asked.

I pondered the question and looked around the room. “I guess I’m just ...

... worried I won’t connect with anyone.”

Willow reached out and tenderly took my hand in hers. “Katherine, you are an attractive, sexy woman. You will have no trouble at all meeting people here.” She leaned forward and gave me a warm hug.

And with that, she was gone. I sat on my barstool feeling aroused, excited, a bit nervous, and very much alone. Now that I had finally arrived, I was completely unsure of myself. Should I sit and wait for someone to approach me? Should I walk around and see if I could meet some people? Should I go to the locker room, disrobe, and walk into the play area?

“What can I get you?” The voice startled me. I turned to see another friendly face, this time the bartender.

“Oh”! I replied. “I’d love a glass of champagne if that’s possible.”

“Anything for a pretty woman like you.” In no time he returned with a flute, and I took a sip. It almost immediately had a soothing effect. As I was pondering my next move, a woman sat on the stool next to mine.

“I’ll have an Oban, neat,” she called out. When the drink was served, she turned to me and smiled. “Hi, I’m Kat.”

I studied her. Medium height, small delicate features, slender like me. Late thirties-early forties was my guess.

“Coincidence. I’m Katherine,” I replied. “It’s nice to meet you.”

She laughed. “Who’d have thought it? I don’t recall seeing you before. Are you new here?”

“Yes, this is my first time. I’m in town on business and thought I would indulge myself in a little ...