The Club - Sex Stories

The Club

... adventure.”

Her downward gaze lingered for a moment on my wedding ring. “So, you’re alone, I take it?”

I paused once again. Why was it so hard to respond to a simple question like this? Finally, “I am.” I paused once again and then plunged forward. “I’m from the East Coast. I thought the distance would work to my advantage.”

“Oh, I see.” A somewhat devilish smile appeared on her face. “The thousand-mile rule.”

I was, for better or worse, very familiar with that phrase. “In a manner of speaking, yes. But likely not in the way you’re thinking.”

The smile changed to a look of puzzlement. “What do you mean?”

I took another sip of my champagne. “If you mean that distance means discretion, yes. On the other hand, I know some people say that, past a certain distance, it’s not really cheating. I’m not one of those people.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get that personal with you,” she hastened to reassure me. “I shouldn’t presume to be entitled to pry into your motives and circumstances.”

“It’s quite alright,” I quickly replied. “No offense taken.”

Her scotch arrived, and she raised her glass to me. “Good. Then here’s to you. It’s nice to meet you.”

I raised my glass and touched it to hers. “Thank you, and likewise. I’m glad you came over. I was quite uncertain how to begin here.”

She took a sip of her drink. “I understand. I remember my first time. I was alone, like you. Dazed and confused, as I recall.”

I laughed. “Yes, that’s it.”

“And yet ...

... so very excited.” Her hand touched down lightly on my arm.

My stomach tightened. “I am excited.” I paused before continuing. “This place is so erotic.”

Kat looked directly into my eyes and reached forward with her other hand to brush my hair back. “May I?”

I was momentarily startled, and I suspect it showed. Another pause, and then I closed my eyes and sighed. “That feels nice.”

Her lips brushed mine. Electricity shot through me. I let out an almost inaudible moan. Her fingers trailed down the side of my face, and her lips parted slightly. Mine did the same in response, and her tongue flicked lightly against mine.

My moan was audible this time. She cupped my face in both her hands, and I opened my eyes to see her staring intently at me. “If you’re willing, I can be your guide for this evening.”

“That’s so very kind, but I don’t want you to sacrifice your evening for me.”

She kissed me again, tenderly. “There’s a reason I came over here. I saw you across the room. I find you very attractive and alluring, and the slight air of vulnerability you are exuding intrigues me.”

I felt myself blush. “I’m flattered. And, yes, I do feel a bit vulnerable.”

“That’s perfectly normal,” she replied, “and sexy. For both of us.”

She dipped a finger into her scotch and then ran it down my upper chest, from the base of my neck to the top of my cleavage. I closed my eyes again and felt the sensation of her finger leaving a wet trail on my skin. She leaned forward and ...