The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Preacher's Wife Pt. 11

... had the nerve to tell her so. We had exchanged the occasional kiss and had even explored each other's bodies a little bit. But it was never serious and always ancillary to whatever else was going on.

Plato's had become such a familiar place that Britney and I had a ritual.

We walked in the door, and as always Danae saw us and her face lit up. She looked at us like her protoge's and took pride in our growth. She came down and met us, greeting each of us with a passionate kiss.

"Take your clothes off. Stay awhile." She encouraged us..

We were already started. There was no place to change, or to try on clothes at Plato's. There were no booths for privacy. Everything was out in the open and once you got used to that, you began to relish the freedom.

Britney caught me staring at her as she undressed.

"Like what you see?" she asked with an evil smile.

"Always" I said purposefully, not averting my gaze. "I know perfection when I see it."

She just smiled as she continued to undress, but she seemed to slow down and become a little more purposeful and a little more sexual as she stripped. She seemed to be moving her hips, almost imperceptibly, as if she wanted deniability if I didn't like it.

I continued to watch and found myself unconsciously massaging my nipples as I stared.

"Come on" she said playfully, grabbing my hand and leading into the recesses of Plato's Den.

As we walked through the store/club looking at what was new, we made a point of ...

... "accidentally" bumping into almost everyone. The clientele was probably 50/50 male versus female, but werre only allowed inside by invitation of Danae and she had very high standards. This place was filled with beautiful, both male and female, and although nudity was not required it was encouraged.

There were no rules except to treat each other well. If no touching was wanted, there was no touching. There was however, no privacy. No office, no changing rooms, the sofas and tv's were not enclosed in any way. If you wanted to engage in something, it was allowed and even welcomed but it was done in the open.

This allowed for two things, as Danae had explained it. It was a constant show to keep everyone turned on. And, everything that happened was out in the open so there was no chance of abusive behavior without monitoring.

She had only had to kick two people out during the entire time she had run this place. One guy tried to force himself on an unwilling girl. He was escorted out and never allowed back. The other she wouldn't go into.

As we walked through the place, in the darkness as we bumped into people I heard many "Excuse me's" and I felt many hands caress my bare tits. That was one of the things I loved about this place. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness in the back, so many unknown hands could touch you and I encouraged it in every way I could. That was why I bumped into them. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted them all to touch me even if I couldn't see them. ...