California Girl and I did one of the items from The To-Do List this past Saturday. We went to a swing club! No, we didn’t swap. As I had posted previously, our objective was to see and be seen. We discussed it on Saturday morning and again when we got back from shopping and decided to go for it. We usually go out to eat on Saturday and then perhaps to a club. We decided to switch the order of things and go to the “club” first and get a light meal afterwards. That way we wouldn’t be “exercising” on a very full stomach.
Our first question was what to wear. We decided to keep it simple. California Girl wore blue jeans and one of the new tops she just bought. No bra as always. I wore a striped button down shirt and black jeans. Not the most impressive clothes that we own but we weren’t sure about the facilities. Before departing, California Girl put in her omnipresent diaphragm. Then it was into the car and off for a very interesting night out.
We arrived at the club. First we had to answer a bunch of questions to make sure that we weren’t reporters or undercover cops. Then we paid our membership dues, received the obligatory speech about club rules and regulations, and got our membership card. Once the administrative stuff was complete, we took a short orientation tour and then we were on our own. We had taken the tour for prospective club members back in the winter but it was way more crowded than we remembered. And unlike on Saturday, we knew we weren’t staying when we previously visited.
We figured the easiest way to get comfortable would be to have a snack from the buffet and explore on our own. The buffet was in a room toward the back which wasn’t as crowded as the main room toward the front. Except for the way some of the people were dressed you almost could forget where you were. There were people in various stages of undress. There were women in lingerie. There were people in street clothes like us. A lot of boobs were on display but not very many dicks. Once when we passed through a small sitting area, a couple of women asked “Show us your dick.” Given where we were, it seemed like they would have ample opportunity to see dicks but I thought why not so I dropped my pants. At this point, their husbands asked to see California Girl’s boobs so she lifted her shirt and gave then a flash. It turns out that they were just wondering if more guys would show dick or more women would flash boobs. Then one of the women says to the other “Show them the eyes.” The other woman had a pair of eyes tattooed on her shaved crotch. I can’t describe it very well; you’d have to see it.
We circulated for a while and narrowed our choices down to the jail house, a room with bars instead of one wall, Room #7, the black light room, or Room #1, a small room with two strategically placed closed circuit cameras. California Girl decided that the jail cell was too dirty and dingy, and there were too many people around the black light room, so we opted for the “camera room.” We were in luck, the room was unoccupied. So we went in, shut the door, and had a look around. The room was small. Just big enough for a bed and a place to stand. The cameras were unobtrusive. What was strange was the usual party noise (music, voices, etc.) coming from the other side of a very thin door. California Girl started to get undressed so I followed suit. There wasn’t any strip tease. We just got nekkid. We put our clothes in a small pile in the corner then got up on to the bed.
Except for the fact that we know we were on camera, and the noise in the next room it was almost like any other Saturday night. We started kissing and making out, easing our way into things. After a few minutes, I decided to go down on California Girl. Because of the cameras, the room was well lit so I had a good view of California Girl. As I was eating her out, my feet were touching the wall and I was thinking how handy it was going to bee to have something to push off against later on. It took a little longer than usual for California Girl to come but she had a good orgasm when she did. We were both “in the mood” and had put our surroundings out of mind enough to have a good time and enjoy ourselves. While I was on top, I made great use of the wall at the foot of the bed. There was a mirror on the wall but you could only see who was on top so we decided to switch positions and let California Girl ride me for a while. The temperature room was getting really hot but we were not nearly finished. We switched positions and did it doggy style for a while. I especially enjoyed it because of the mirror adjacent to the bed. Soon the sweat was pouring off me so we decided to take a break and do side by side. That was good; I wasn’t dripping sweat on California Girl. After a few minutes like that, we switched back to the missionary position.
Not dripping sweat on California Girl was a losing battle; the best I could do was not get any in her face. I stroked away for a long time before I came. Despite the heat it was good. We were both drenched. We looked like we had been out in the rain when we were finished. About thirty minutes into our session, California Girl had noticed that there was a fan on the wall but by then I didn’t want to bother with it. We used the sheet to dry ourselves off, got dressed, put the sheets in the hamper, and made our way back to the buffet area for some ice cold pop. Once we had cooled down, we chatted with the people in the back for a bit then decided to head out. We had to walk through the front room to leave, where the TV screens that showed what went on in Room #1 were, and boy were we surprised. There were a lot of people there. Way more than when we had come in 90-minutes earlier. We definitely accomplished our mission to be seen. As we headed out into the night, we heard several people say “Good show!” and “Thanks for the show.” I’m not sure if we’ll ever go back but it is certainly an experience to be remembered. California Girl and Midwestern City Boy went to a swing club and had sheet soaking sex on camera!
For dinner, we went up to a bar/pub that we liked and had chicken wings. It was weird sitting there drinking beer, eating dinner considering what we had been doing 30-minutes before. When we were finished with dinner, we went home and took a long hot shower together. Before getting into bed, I asked California Girl to get another squirt of spermicide. We still weren’t finished. It may have been memory of our activities earlier in the evening or just being in the middle of a very relaxing, very enjoyable vacation but we have some of the best sex we’ve had. We both slept like babies until mid-morning on Sunday. Then we did one of California Girl’s requests.
