Wednesday, May 8, 2013

The Green Door

This week, we're diving back into the world of fiction.  The following is an excerpt from my forthcoming novel. 

Melanie and James have been dating for a few months, and he has been challenging her to push the boundaries of her comfort zone.  They have been to the Green Door (a Las Vegas swingers/sex club) once before, but they only watched other couples play. The following is their second trip. 

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Before they got out of the car, she took a deep pull on James’ whiskey flask and cringed.
“Ok, let’s do this,” she said. She smiled at James, trying to convey a confident sexiness she did not yet possess, but she was hopeful.

She stood to the side and pretended to check her phone for messages while James paid the cashier.

“You ready?” he asked, opening the door.

She winked at him, then passed through the door and headed up the stairs. She wore a sun dress that came to her mid thigh, and she could feel his eyes on her backside.

When they got to the main room, a couple was already on display. The man was about Melanie’s age, with a thin build and very little body hair, but the woman looked to be in her twenties. The two were side by side on the bed, making out and warming each other up; he kissed her breasts while she stroked his penis, which was already erect.

The woman sat up on the bed and straddled the man, grabbing his erection and easing herself down on it. Her dark hair was beautiful against her pale skin, and her full breasts would’ve looked fake if they were any higher.

As she eased her weight onto him, there was a hush in the room. Melanie looked around at the figures standing in the shadows and snuggled into the couches lining the walls. There were probably thirty people watching, and there was a reverence to the scene. As the woman raised and lowered herself on the man’s erection, her audience was motionless, silent, afraid to break the spell. The woman’s pleasure was contagious, and when she tilted her head back, arching and grinding as she quickened her rhythm, Melanie could feel her own walls tighten deliciously.

When the woman slowed and bent to rest against the man’s chest, he wrapped his arms around her and rolled her onto her back.

Round two, Melanie thought.

“I want you.” James whispered. She closed her eyes and hummed her assent.

“I forgot the condoms,” he whispered, so as not to disturb the couples watching the show. “Will you be ok here? I’ll be right back. They sell them downstairs.”

She watched as the man inserted himself and the woman wrapped her legs around his thighs.

“I’ll be fine,” she said.

James squeezed her behind and left her with a smile on her face. The sexiness was creeping in, and with any luck, the confidence would follow.


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Melanie could see a dim band of light at the bottom of the blindfold, but that was all. She could feel the wall against her cheek and her palms. James was behind her with his hands on her hips whispering into her ear.

“Can you see?”

“No.”

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“A little scared. A little turned on too.”

“That’s my girl.”

He sucked on her ear, her neck. Then he turned her toward him and pulled the straps of her dress down, kissed her shoulders, her cleavage. He tugged the dress down to the floor and she held his shoulders as she stepped out of it. She felt the leather of his gloves on her back and held her breath as he undid her bra and slid it off. She pulled him toward her to cover herself. He kissed her for a moment, then pulled away again. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, and those came off too.

She could hear people, but she couldn’t see anything. She heard the shuffling of feet, whispering, but no one was speaking loud enough for her to discern the words. There was an aura of reverence, like what she’d seen in the main room. And now all eyes were on her.

She was naked. And blind. And wet.

He turned her around and ran his gloved hands up and down her back, over her backside, between her legs. He removed his hand and she heard him moan with approval.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He parted the strings of beads that surrounded the bed and bent her over so that her hands were on the bed and her feet on the floor. He pressed his chest against her back, kissed her cheek and neck, slid his gloved hands over her nipples. His crotch was pressed against her backside and she could tell he was ready too.

“I want you to really enjoy this,” he whispered into her ear. “I want you to pay attention to your senses, to the sensations. Once I’m inside you, I’m not going to say a word. I recommend you don’t either. Can you do that?”

“I’ll try.”

“Good girl.”

“I want you inside me. Now.”

He swatted her butt and she moaned, wiggling her behind. “Be patient,” he said.

And then the gloves were gone. His erection pressing through his slacks against her rear end was gone. His breath on her neck was gone. And she felt even more naked than she was, as if he had peeled away her skin. Anyone on any side of her had an unobstructed view. Each eye on her was a needle she couldn’t see, pricking her skin and making her shiver. She couldn’t guess how many there were, but it felt like thousands. As though she was in the center of the Roman Coliseum itself, a hushed crowd looking on in anticipation. She was the center of lustful attention. And she liked it.
 
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James left Melanie watching the couple in the main room and went back downstairs to where the club sold novelties. There was a guy at the counter buying condoms, and as James walked through the store, another guy came in, grabbed some condoms and went to the register. James assumed a friendly tone, clasped his hands behind his back and approached them.
 
“Hey, either of you guys wanna get laid?”
They both eyed him warily. The one at the counter paying said, “I don’t swing that way, man,” and turned away.
“No, not me,” said James with a polite laugh. “My girlfriend. She’s upstairs. She’s horny and she’s hot.”
“So why don’t you do her?” the one at the counter asked. He was about two inches shorter than James and his skepticism was going to be a roadblock James didn’t have time for. But he could use it.
He turned to the taller of the two men, who happened to be about James’ own height. “It’s her fantasy to be fucked by a stranger and never see his face. Interested?”
The shorter guy spoke first, “I’m in.”
“No offense, but mind if I ask what you’re packing? She likes a certain size.”
“Seven,” he said.
James turned to the taller of the two, who still hadn’t spoken a word.
“Eight,” he said.
James shrugged at the first guy. “Sorry, man. Eight is what she likes.”
The shorter man took his condoms and profaned his way back upstairs.
James floated around the store, picking up what he needed. He went back to the guy he’d chosen and said, “All you have to do is wear a condom and gloves and not say a word. Can you do that?”
“No problem.”
“Can you fuck and come without making any sound?”
“I lived in the dorms in college.”
James nodded. “Good enough.”
He took the condoms from the guy and paid for them along with the rest of his paraphernalia. He knew if he didn’t pull this off there would be hell to pay, the depths of which he hadn’t had the time or inclination to consider fully. He hadn’t thought about what she might do, and it occurred to him that this poor bastard he’d chosen could get hurt if she freaked out on him. Then again, even if this guy knew the risk, James imagined he’d be willing to take that chance. And if it went off without a hitch—if she never suspected that it wasn’t James having sex with her—this, he knew, would be immensely gratifying.
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Thanks for reading.  Please comment below.  And don't forget to follow me on Twitter @sexyvegasta for fun, sexy tweets. Until next week...
Stay Sexy!
— T. A.
 

1 comment:

  1. Very well written, have visited the Green Door, very vivid.

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