Sophia ran her hand against her black dress, she loved the way the fabric felt, it was why she’d bought it this morning. On a whim she’d stepped into an underground shop with aisles so cramped she could barely squeeze through. As she’d been about to leave her eye caught a mannequin lying across the floor of the aisle. It must have fallen off one of the overcrowded shelves. The mannequin was wearing a strapless dress made of sheer black fabric. Sophia bent down to pick up the mannequin and the touch of the fabric made her pause. The tips of her fingers felt like they were being caressed. She righted the mannequin, took off the dress while avoiding its eyes and went to the changing room. It fit perfectly, hugging her every contour, and every movement made her skin rub against the fabric which made delicious sensations run through her.
The feeling hadn’t worn off when she’d put it on again in the evening. Guy’s eyes had lingered on her when he first saw it. Now she felt his hand holding hers, warm but a little tight.
The room was as dark as she liked it. Enough to see silhouettes but not faces. She put the collar on Guy’s neck and fastened the chain to it. She didn’t know the names of the couple they were supposed to meet, but she knew what the woman looked like from the picture she’d sent. She scanned the room. In the farthest corner a jacuzzi bubbled under a wan light but the sound was swallowed up by the music. A few couples had already arrived and were either talking, drinking or gently kissing. The woman was nowhere to be seen.
Guy was nervous, she could tell by the way he wouldn’t let go of her hand. She’d told him she’d made an arrangement with another couple, but hadn’t told him what it was exactly. It was part of their game. The mystery set him on edge. She casually felt his crotch. It also made him hard.
And there was the woman. She was tall, in high heels and vinyl pants. Her partner was taller than Guy, with broader shoulders. He stood behind her and put his hands on her belly, while she reached up with slender arms and held his neck. They were slow dancing. Sophia led Guy. They both had their eyes closed. Sophia wasn’t sure what to do. They wouldn’t be able to hear her over the music. Should she touch the woman to let her know she was there?
The woman fluttered her eyes open and she smiled in recognition. She brought her hands down and her partner opened his eyes. The woman brought her mouth close to Sophia’s ear.
“Good to finally meet you,” she had to shout over the music. “We can’t really talk. Let’s start right away. This is…”
Sophia didn’t catch the name. Without a word to Guy she put his chain in the woman’s hand. Guy’s eyes widened. Sophia caressed his hair reassuringly and turned away.
She took the man by the hand and led him to the jacuzzi. When they reached it she motioned to him to take his clothes off and then with one movement pulled off her dress. She was reminded of that time when she’d ran naked along the Cretan beach and the wind had been so gentle against her skin. She had put nothing on underneath the dress, it made the party feel closer when they’d gotten ready and it had made her feel more sexy on the way when she imagined the eyes of passerby boring through the almost transparent fabric. The man hadn’t come as prepared. After his shirt, came the shoes, socks, pants and underwear. Finally he was naked. He had a tight six pack and his crotch was shaved. His penis was still flaccid, but she was going to change that soon. She stepped into the jacuzzi and he followed. They sat down opposite each other. Conversation was impossible of course, the music was too loud, so she smiled and looked at him. His lips curled slightly in a mischievous smile.
She dipped her head back into the water. The moment was delicious. The music throbbed through the water enveloping her. She could feel her heart beating somewhere between the bass and the anticipation of a new lover. She could let him wait, there was no hurry. She ran her hands on her thighs and sides. Little bubbles crept up her legs and back. She opened her eyes and stood up again.
She took a swimming step towards him and he put his arms around her. Feeling as slutty as she’d ever been she sat down in his lap and took his cock in her hand. He was hard already, and impressive. She realized that the throbbing bass was at least partly comprised of the movement in her loins. She pushed herself up and lowered herself slowly. He filled her marvelously, so wide she gave a small gasp as she slid along his shaft. When she reached the bottom she stopped for a moment, like a climber after reaching the summit, admiring her achievement. She put her arms around the man’s neck. She started slowly. Up and down, the cock between her legs sending little shivers of pain and delight. She closed her eyes trying to shut out every sense but the awareness of bubbles and water jets and the thick cock inside her. It went like that for a while until the volume of her moans pierced the veil she had thrown over her senses. She came back to the world for a glorious moment. Her eyes flew open and she saw Guy standing, his chain held by the woman and his posture screaming humiliation, envy and lust. She blew him a kiss. Then she let herself free of the world again.