One Swinging Summer (20 page)

CHAPTER 24
THE LAKEHOUSE

We drove through the open gate, past a sign that said, "The Lakehouse, private club."

"Nice." I whistled in appreciation as we wound up the drive. The trees gave way to a gorgeous view of the lake, and we could see the log cabin about a half-mile farther down. Log cabin was a bit of an understatement. It looked like it could double as a country club.

Caleb parked and we got out. We walked in the front door and two women were sitting at the desk. After Caleb paid our hundred, forty for women, sixty for men, one of the women offered to show us around. Kate's description was so accurate, I wondered if they had been here before after all.

She started in the dressing room, which was co-ed. They did have small bathrooms if you wanted to use the restroom, or change in private, but the dressing room was open to anyone. Lockers were on a first come, first served basis. She recommended bringing a lock.

She led us through the locker room and out the far door, which led to the bar area. She pointed out the bartender, and waited while we checked our drinks in. The bar area held a large dance floor, a DJ booth, two stripper poles and no shadow box. The dance floor was surrounded by tables and chairs, and many were already full. She talked over the music and the conversations, ducked around a few ladies who were already dancing, and led us through a doorway into a small kitchen.

Everything was available to everyone, and would be kept full through the night. It looked like a Super Bowl Party buffet, little things on sticks were everywhere. Fruit platters, cheeses, crackers, chicken wings. Soft drinks and lemonade were also available in here.

We walked out of the kitchen and back into the bar area. There were two hallways that led out of the bar area, and she headed down the first one. We came to what looked to be a den or a game room. There was a large TV broadcasting some kind of porn, and couches facing the TV. There was also a pool table, an air-hockey table and a space for darts. "Ouch," I thought. "Naked darts could be painful."

We passed through the den, down a short hall and through another door. Once we were all three inside I could see that this was the room full of curtained beds. About ten queen sized beds were packed in here, with a small walkway to maneuver around and between them. Each bed was covered in a red fitted sheet and had two pillows covered in red pillowcases. Each was a canopied bed, with black sheer curtains hanging around all four sides of each bed. You could be on a bed with the curtains drawn, and still see just enough into the next bed to know what was going on in there, but not to be able to see everything.

She showed us the table just inside the doorway. It had a large vase filled with condoms, and a trash can under the table. She mentioned that inside each room was a variation of the same set up. This room had a cabinet beside the table. She opened the cabinet to show us where clean sheets and pillowcases were. She said the beds are all made at the beginning of the night, and were clean, but if you used a bed you were to strip it afterward and remake the bed when you were finished. She showed us where to put the used linen, and we walked back down the hall and back through the den to the bar area.

This time from the bar area, she led us down a different hall. The hall dead-ended with a room on each side. She turned left. This room had four queen sized beds right next to each other, no room to walk between them. At the foot of the beds, where we were, was about a dozen metal folding chairs, all facing the beds. Where the last folding chair would have been, by the door, was the table with the condom vase and trash can.

She led across the hall, to the other room. It looked the same, only without chairs. Where the chairs would be was another condom table and a dresser full of fitted sheets. No pillows in here, just sheeted beds. She mentioned that due to room, the linens for both of these rooms was in here. The sheets in these rooms were a dark navy blue instead of the red.

We headed back into the bar area, and she opened a set of french doors that led onto the back patio. The patio looked like it should be featured in a hotel brochure. A large swimming pool took up the center, so you had to walk down one side or the other. The left side was closest to the wall of the cabin, and had three hot tubs, with lounge chairs and tables between them. She showed us where the towels were kept, and where to deposit used towels. She made a circle around the pool, toward the lake side of the patio. This side had four beds that I could only describe as cabanas. They had a sun cover above them, and had sheer curtains hanging down all four sides of each cabana, but at the moment the curtains were tied open to their support poles.

Between each cabana were lounge chairs and behind them was the railing looking over the lake. This place was breathtaking, first in sheer beauty, and then again when you remembered what it was all here for. It was private and secluded from the world, but there was no privacy to be had on this side of the railing.

She mentioned that whenever we wanted to leave we only had to pull the car up to the gate, it would sense us, but that we were welcome to stay. Once everything dies down and the beds are no longer in use, people were welcome to sleep on them. I didn't foresee us staying the night, but we thanked her for the tour.

"Holy shit, do you believe this place?" I asked Caleb in shock.

"I had no idea any of this existed. You would never know it from the outside."

"What a difference between here and the place we tried last week."

We kept to ourselves, wandering around feeling out of place. The kitchen seemed the safest place to start. We loaded plates up with cheese and fruit, and took a seat out in the bar area. We ate and drank, and watched as the night started to come to life. We pointed out people, shocked by some, laughing at others. I felt intimidated, in way over my head.

The dance floor was soon full. Here in the bar area, with the music and the strobe lights, it felt almost like the other bar. Lots of drinking, dancing and visiting, the women in various states of undress. They seemed to do it differently here though, more for the show. The people at The Other Bar seemed more normal, down-to-earth, like your average couple who just happens to be comfortable naked. Here though, it seemed like they were here to show off, to see and be seen. It was more forced, less comfortable.

Everyone was walking around watching others watch them walk around. One lady, I swear, changed her outfit every hour on the hour. It was a bar outfit first, for dancing at any bar on a Saturday night, then I saw her in a long nightgown, with an open, matching robe. An hour later she was in a short, sheer creme colored teddy, with those high heels with the little feather poofs on the toes. By two she was in just a thong. And those heels. No wonder they offered a dressing room.

We gave up our table and wandered out to the back patio, sitting on a porch swing that I hadn't noticed on our tour. A few people were swimming. The guys were wearing suits, but only one lady was. The other two were naked.

One hot tub was empty, the middle one. The far one had eight people in there, all just talking and laughing. The closest hot tub to the door held three couples, making out. The three guys were sitting, facing the middle, and the three girls were facing the guys, straddling their laps. The swing we were on happened to face the couples, and we sat and talked there, watching everyone. Most of the tables and lounge chairs were taken, but all four cabana beds were empty.

As Caleb and I talked about how different this place was than That Other Place, someone in the hot tub must have given a signal, because all three girls climbed off of the lap they had been straddling, and they shifted. Clockwise. The guys still sat in their same hot tub chair but the girls all moved to the right, like musical chairs. They settled themselves down on the next lap, and went right back to kissing. Caleb and I just looked at each other.

I found it hard to relax here, it was a beach party Twilight Zone. I had another drink, and tried to get into the mood of the place. Caleb seemed anxious as well. He finally said, "Wanna go wander around? See what's happening in those back bedrooms?"

"What the hell."

We passed through the den. People were playing pool and there were a few guys on the couch, watching big screen porn. I thought it was funny. Here they are, in the house that porn built, weird shit going on in every corner, and they were in here watching it on TV.

We passed them and headed down the hall, unsure of the etiquette involved in walking into a room full of curtained beds. We could hear sex noises while we were still in the hallway, we paused and looked at each other. I shrugged my shoulders in a 'beats me' motion when Caleb said "What do we do?"

He took a deep breath, grabbed my hand, and we walked in. The first bed was empty, but the second one on our right had a couple inside. No, wait. Make that two women and a man. He was laying on his back, one woman was kneeling between his knees, sucking on him noisily, and the other woman was straddling his face. We walked by them quietly, but they never even noticed us.

The next two beds on the right were also taken, but they had opened the curtain between them, making two beds together, surrounded by one big curtain. This time a lady was on her back, laying sideways across the bed, and a guy was straddling her, fucking her boobs. Her legs were spread wide, and the woman from the next bed had joined her through the open curtain, and was eating her out. The lady eating and licking had her ass in the air, and her man was plowing her, doggy-style, while watching her eat out the neighbor.

We had reached the back of the room, and continued to circle. A few more empty beds, and one couple on this side. They were enjoying the 69 position, her on top. We left the room, as quietly as we had entered it. "Go look at the others?" Caleb asked. "Sure, why not."

He led me down the other hall, one room was empty, but there were a few people in the room that had the folding chairs. In here, one couple was rocking in the missionary position, while two guys and a girl stood at the end of the bed, talking about baseball of all things. The girl was naked, and looked like she may have just left the two on the bed, but she listened as the two guys talked baseball, while they all watched the couple on the bed. Surreal. We left this room as well, and went back outside to the patio.

We stood out on the patio, trying to soak it all in. "What do you want to do now?" Caleb asked.

"I don't know. I'm not totally convinced that all of this is real."

"We brought suits, do you want to swim? Or sit in a hot tub?"

"Yeah, the hot tub. Let's get that one before someone else does. We can sit and soak and watch people."

By the time we were ready, the last hot tub was empty. This one was the one that the group of 8 had been in when we were out here earlier. I had on a bikini, and Kyle had his suit on. We settled down into the warm water with our drinks and sat close together, me almost on his lap. We sat quietly, listening to the conversations around us.

There were two couples on the loungers between the hot tubs, the guys were talking to each other, and the one lady was showing off her boobs to the other. "My doctor was great, very affordable. See where the nipple sits? It's very natural looking." She was saying to the other lady, lifting her boob this way and that.

"Very nice shape," Said the other, politely.

"Here, squeeze. See how natural they feel?"

I guess women show off their new boobs everywhere, I thought. At least I was used to that. I was naturally a large C cup, and hadn't had any kind of a boob job. But I was used to oohing and awing when friends got new boobs, even though natural was never anything close to how they looked or felt.

I rolled my eyes at Caleb, relaxing into the warmth of the water. Sitting in the hot tub helped me relax. We seemed more removed from everyone, having the walls of the tub around us. We drank some more, and I realized that I was the only woman out here on the patio who was still wearing a top.

The whole point of coming out here was to explore this new type of club, to see how much or little we were interested in playing this game, but where we didn't know anyone. We definitely didn't know a soul here tonight, and odds are we wouldn't run into any of them outside of here after tonight. This place seemed so far removed from reality, with no real world repercussions, that I took another drink, and pulled my sense of adventure up around me, determined to at least enjoy some of the freedoms we drove an hour out here to enjoy.

I took a deep breath, looked around, and took my bikini top off, draping it over the side. I was topless, in a hot tub, with my boyfriend, a glass of whiskey, and nowhere to be until Monday. Caleb just watched me and said, "Yeah?"

I nodded my head, "Yeah."

"OK then," he smiled, and pulled me in for a kiss.

CHAPTER 25
MIND FUCK

It felt good to be topless. The water and the bubbles felt different on bare skin, it was nice. Caleb tucked me in front of him between his knees, my back to his chest, his arm around my waist. I rested my head back on his shoulder, and we watched people, and talked. He occasionally ran a hand over my bare breasts, but more playful and comfortable than sexual. We relaxed into the moment and reveled in being in our own little world.

Soon another couple headed over to us and asked if they could join us. We were the only almost empty tub, the other two were pretty full. "Of course," I said, aware that I, as the woman already here, was in charge. There was plenty of room. The tub was large, but it broke the intimacy of our moment having them climb inside. I stayed how I was, but felt Caleb's arm tighten around me protectively. His free arm wrapped around me as well, seemingly casually, but strategically covering my chest. I leaned back and kissed him for that, whispering, "Thank you." He winked back a 'your welcome.'

They introduced themselves as Mark and Stacy. We returned the introductions. Stacy asked if we had ever been here before. I answered her, "No, this is a first for us. All of this really."