"Um-hmmm,' he answered rather dreamily, 'even though they're not your finely guarded 37-23-38!' "I gently cradled his still shower-damp balls carefully in my hand and weighed them with a devilish gleam in my eyes. 'How 'bout it?' I begged. 'We have time for just a little nookie or something before we go to meet them, don't we, honey?' "How the hell can I make love to anyone if you drain my bags all the time, woman?' he mockingly growled as he half-heartedly wrestled me to the floor.
"Hans and Sara were momentarily forgotten as I peeled off the flimsy peignoir robe and I taunted Drew's iron-hard and steaming cock until it sliced easily through my oozing and milking cunt.
"… We'd directed Hans and Sara to The Traders, a small and exclusively private club a group of us had started at first as a neighbors' gathering ground. We hadn't planned for much action and when our membership started growing all out of proportion to the small space we'd originally planned on, several of us got together and decided to lease this huge old two-storied house and set up the club there. The new Traders has been going for over a year now and was still a big money-maker for the hedonists' kitty.
"Even after Drew's expert fuck and final tongue job, I felt my cunt hairs hotly sticking together in the electrified air. We greeted old friends, exchanging doubly meant in-house jokes on our way to the table, and made careful mental notes of appealing newcomers we'd like to get to know. Sara and Hans had just been seated and immediately caught our eye and our appetite.
"True to all of our expectations, they were not only physically appealing but amusing as well. Once we were together it didn't take long to get into the swing…
"Comfortably nestled between Hans and Drew, I felt our initial hot sparks settle into a comfortable electric current. Hans's body drew me toward it like a magnet and I felt myself eagerly and expectantly twitching against him.
"Sara appeared to be elflike as she followed Drew's commanding six foot three onto the crowded dance floor.
"How tall is she?' I wondered, not realizing that I'd verbalized my thoughts.
"A smooth faintly accented voice slid between the lines of my following thoughts. 'Tiny. Five foot three and one-half.' "Embarrassed and at a loss for words, I jabbed at my cigarette case and managed to pull out a slim tobacco-filled tube of foreign ancestry. French cigarettes are still cigarettes, but to me they somehow taste better. Anyway, I first started smoking them on modeling assignments-to impress people, I think. Hans was quick and eager with a blinding light from his butane.
"I'm sorry, love,' I purred in my sexiest voice. 'It's just that I never seemed to realize how tall Drew really is. I guess it's just the two together.' "He laughed, a deep rumbling chortle that seemed to come right up from his cock. It sounded very sensual and exciting. I leaned closer and playfully sniffed at his very masculine cologne.
"Thank God or whomever that long straight hair is really in style! I have a tendency to get very hot during sex and it's as if all of my pores suddenly burst wide open. By the time Drew and I'd gotten ready to get dressed I looked like I'd just taken a second shower! The hair dryer is a blessing!! Drew, of course, looked a bit wetter too, but positively radiant…
"Coolly I flicked the silky auburn strands away from my eyes and totally focused on Hans. His lips were full and rather childlike at the same time they were teasing and inviting intimate interest. As I stared at them, he returned the hunger and I felt his fingers calmly groping my lap as his eyes riveted on the tip of tongue I'd let travel my waiting lips.
"The patchwork midi I'd worn got extra attention from all eyes. It did have several hidden benefits as well…
"Comfortably, I spread my legs and wiggled closer as Hans's eager fingers crept through the slit of the fake pocket and rested expectantly on my thigh. If he was waiting for verbal encouragement, I mused silently, he'd wait for one hell of a long time. I sincerely hoped he was braver than all that. My eyes, in the meantime, were still glued on Hans's mouth but occasionally flicked over to check Drew, suave and handsome, and the elf like Sara on the crowded and vibrating dance floor.
"Drew's fantastically fit muscles strained and rippled appealingly against the tight leather pants, giving every movement a different and more sexual meaning.
His long legs looked thinner yet much more powerful than in regular pants and the sharply accenting chain belt girded his waist lovingly. The buccaneer style crиme colored shirt set off his darkness even in the dim light I might be biased but I'd say he was a tasty hunk of all male!
"Sara, now that I could see her full-length gyrations, wasn't nearly as fragile as she would on first glance appear to be. She danced with a frenzied animal passion and the sight of her slim tapered legs, from toe to the hem of her loin cloth like micro mini was tempting even for me. The deep blue velveteen of her low-cut blouse showed her top to greatest advantage while the light tan-shaded skirt with its darker piping made her appear taller. I licked my lips absentmindedly in appreciation.
"I felt the teasing pressure of Drew's knee on my own pussy as he ground up against the girl's rigid mons and masturbated her in the crowded, mildly bacchanalian, scene. He was so tall that his knee seemed to fit perfectly between her yielding and vibrant thighs and I could tell from the ecstatic look on her face that she was enjoying Drew as much as I usually do.
"Hans wasn't paying much attention to his micro-mini skirted girl and my gorgeous man.
His fingers fanned, waited, and when they found no opposition to further exploration, stretched toward my barely covered cunt.
"Fortunately for most of us couples here, the booths are totally closed in on three sides so that one can grope without being worried about peepers. We also like to use our club for pre-intimacy intimate introductions and it would be rather difficult to feel the situation out when and where you wanted to if we'd had regular tables.
"Without resistance I 'let' him guide my hand to his crotch where I gently rubbed little circles over the hardening bulge to let him know that I, too, was interested. Hans, obviously, didn't know the rules of our club. Tease and play gently here… then go home or wherever you're going and have your get-acquainted party there.
"My fast-mounting voracious appetite was whetted, but I knew this wasn't the place to start what you can't very well finish. I let Hans get as far as putting one fingertip on my moist and throbbing clit and then I stopped him by covering his hand with mine.
"I squeezed it hard and slowly manipulated his still groping fingers on and around my pebble like hardness, knowingly piquing my body's interest but not allowing myself to get carried away just yet. I cursed myself silently for being one of the people who'd made the club rules! Suddenly, I wanted to break them.
"Relax,' I whispered to the now panting and slightly flushed-faced youth.
'Enjoy the party here, we won't stay long.' Then, on second thought, I added, 'I promise.' "He shrugged his shoulders even as he increased the pressure on my clit. 'Let's dance then.' "I forced myself to look at him, to feel his slate blue eyes burrowing into my gut. I answered him quickly before I changed my mind and decided to finger-fuck right at the table.
'Let's.' "Hans's sporty red pullover and red, white, and blue pants made him look even younger than he did in the photo. I found it hard to believe that I was only one year older. It was fortunate-for me, that is-that he was at least two inches taller than my five foot nine. I would have really felt older if he'd been shorter!
"After a few numbers of wild gyrations in a trancelike state, the four of us wordlessly knew it was time. We finished our drinks and teased ourselves to fever pitch on the way home…
Our twenty-five-by-twenty-foot den has a mini setup of what Drew and I call 'orgiast's heaven': ultramodern kinetic lighting/sculptures, nude sculptures in various interesting positions, hidden black lights, deep blue velvet drapes along, one solid white wall, room for dancing or cluster (daisy) fucks, stereo units along a well-stocked wet bar, and-a very important, extra and relatively new, addition-our king-size water bed.