Chapter 3 Bob's way - Sex Stories

Chapter 3 Bob's way

Bob and I built a relationship of sex. No love, no feelings, just fucking. Billy had slowly vanished, and Bob had been meeting me for sex at least twice a week. His work around Marquette made it easy for our encounters and they elevated in thrills and adrenaline. After fucking me in my room, we started experimenting. We would meet at night at random places, around town, he was teaching me about men and I was teaching him that women love sex. He guided me through new moves, new techniques, he told me what he liked and didn't like, and eventually he brought me into the darkness of the Marquette sex world, where only certain men and women are members. I was quite surprised to learn about it when Bob brought it up. He mentioned that there were glory holes, sex parties and orgies. That business men from down state had brought up swinger parties and ways to cater their detroit ways of life. The day had come for me to see it for myself. The night started like any other, we met at the usual spot, a few blocks from my house in the cover of darkness. His pick up truck eating diesel as he approached me slowly, as I jumped in. We would kiss, and quietly drive off to fuck but tonight, we were going to a house party. The house was located in a high income area I was not familiar with. Bob parked ironically on a church parking lot, and he had bought me an outfit. A military girl outfit actually, pictures of me on it will be posted. It was a cool night and he offered his sweater which ...

... almost looked like gown on me. We came in through the back door that lead to a basement. Softly knocking a few times and waiting for someone to open the door and ask for a code. I didn't hear it, they let us in. The atmosphere was odd, the music was soft, voices were whispers and coats were piled. After passing an empty room, the basement entrance opened the doors to a salon. Where older men were wearing shorts and t shirts and the few women, young, white and in many shapes and sizes were wearing well, skimpy outfits. The men clearly outnumbered the women, and the women walked around with a weird sense of pride, some wearing little masks some pretty much naked. Bob invited me to sit on his lap as he had settled for a couch in the center of the room. Before I knew it, his hands fondled my breasts, and my legs, a man of dark complexion approached us. "Bob!" he greeted him, "how have you been, is this the lady you told me about?" he said as he looked at him with his dark eyes. "Yeah, this is Kayla, she is a new comers to our woods" Bob added. The man grabbed my hand gently and kissed it, I was not expecting that type of greeting. "Allow me to introduce myself, I am Sam, my name is actually quite long for American's to pronouce, but I am an exchange student from Africa going to NMU for a few years" he said as I smiled and said I was going there this fall. "Wonderful" he said, "I have to greet some other guests, Bob, let's talk later" and he left with a warm smile. During our last few ...