One Swinging Summer (28 page)

The dance floor was packed, bodies bumping against bodies. Men danced with women, sometimes two or three women at a time. Women danced with each other, putting on a show. A lot of men seemed to sit out the faster songs, leaving the women to dance with each other and any men that stayed out on the floor.

The dances were getting more and more erotic and sensual as the night progressed. One topless lady twirled around the stripper pole. She had a sexy librarian look going tonight, with her hair up in a bun, and glasses perched on her nose. The more she spun and grinded on the pole, the more clothes she stripped off. She loosened her bun and whipped her hair around, taking her glasses off ocasionally and holding them in one hand while she held onto the pole with her other.

Another lady joined her on the pole, and soon they had abandoned the pole altogether, the one leaning back on it for support while the other lady kissed her passionately.

On the edge of the dance floor close to our table a guy was dancing between two women. The three were sandwiched together, moving to the hard beat of the music. He was facing one of the women, a brunette, kissing her deeply, one arm around her pulling her close. His free arm though was behind him, holding the lady that was dancing against his back to him as well. His hand was gripped firmly on her butt, moving with her as she grinded herself against his back.

He let go of the woman he was kissing, and brought both hands behind him. As they all moved as one with the music, he still kept his mouth locked firmly on the lady in front of him, but his hands were busy behind him, pulling that woman's skirt up around her hips. Once he got her skirt up enough to get his fingers rubbing against her panties, he reached one hand back toward the lady he was kissing in the front, pulling her closer and then using that hand to fondle her breast. He pulled her shirt up to her armpits and squeezed her bra-less breasts, as his other hand moved the other woman's panties aside. She, a blonde, held on to his shoulders, grinding herself with the music against his fingers as they danced, while he broke the kiss off and his mouth traveled down to the brunette's breasts.

He used both hands on her breasts while he was kissing them, leaving the girl behind him without his attentions, so she came around to the front of him, and she joined him in kissing the brunettes's breasts. The brunette put a hand behind each of their heads, pulling the man's mouth more firmly to one breast, while simultaneously pushing her other breast into the blonde's mouth. All three of them never missed a beat, keeping all the rhythms of the dance.

The whole time, Caleb's hands roamed over my body as we sat close together and watched people. We couldn't keep up with pointing people out to each other, there was something going on everywhere. It seemed that the librarian's kiss had ignited something in here.

Up closer to the DJ booth, another blond was dancing with her ass in the air, her hands either on her knees, or sometimes on the floor, bent over. The man dancing with her stood behind her, pretending to do her from behind. Once, when she bent all the way over with her hands on the floor and wiggling her ass with the beat, he rubbed her ass with his hands as she moved, then he moved her panties aside and got down on his knees, licking her as she moved against his mouth.

Wondering if the action was all in here or had spread to the whole club, we decided to walk around. The french doors leading outside had been propped open, and the dance floor had gotten so full that people made a larger dance floor by spreading out onto the patio. We wound our way through the dancing, throbbing, thrashing, naked throngs that now filled the doorway leading outside and had spilled out side as well. The first quarter of the pool area was now also filled with dancers. Since the doors were open and the music was piped out here as well, the dance floor had spread from the nightclub area, to the doorway and the first portion of the pool area.

Once we weaved through them all and made it outside, past the makeshift dance floor, we could see that whatever had ignited in there had indeed made it out here as well. All the hot tubs were full of naked or nearly naked bodies, and many were in the pool as well. Some fully dressed folks were planted in the chairs and swings, watching all the activities, like Caleb and I were, but most were joining in instead of watching from the sidelines.

In the pool, one woman was squatted down in the shallow end of the water, giving a blow job to two men at the same time. The men were standing up out of the water some, to be at the right height. She held a cock in each hand, and her head would swivel back and forth, working first one man and then the other. She was naked as well, her breasts floating and bobbing on top of the water with her actions.

Even the cabana beds were full. One lady on a bed seemed to have gotten it backwards. She still had her top on, but was naked from the waist down. She was on her knees on the bed while a man knealt behind her, taking her from behind. Other than us and the fully dressed people, she was the only one out here with a top on.

Caleb and I had found one free chair, and I was sitting on his lap. As we watched everyone, he had gotten my dress up around my hips. He was running his hands over my dress, playing with my breasts and my nipples through the lacy fabric and running his hands down over my curves and back up under my dress. He alternated between teasing me through my panties and sliding under them as well. I leaned back against him, my mouth turned to his to taste him as he played with me. He squirmed under my weight, his hardness easily felt through his pants.

I needed to taste more of him, so I wiggled off of his lap and dropped to my knees in front of his chair. As I took him into my mouth and licked and sucked him, he held my head firmly in his hands. He didn't force me, just held on as I moved up and down with him. After a few minutes of this treatment, he was begging for me to sit on his lap again, this time without my panties. But I wasn't ready for it to end here.

I wanted to play with him some more, so I told him no. I said we haven't even checked out the other rooms yet, and that in particular I wanted to go see the orgy rooms now but that I wanted to end up in a curtained bed for awhile. I wasn't sure for a minute that he would be able to stop and get up, but the thought of seeing what else was going on was enough to get him up and out of our chair. He tucked himself away for now, and we went to watch some more.

CHAPTER 34
OOPS

We fought our way through the crowd on the dance floor again, heading for the orgy rooms. When we walked into the first orgy room, we stood together against the wall. He had an arm around me, holding me close, kissing and rubbing me through the lace cut outs as we took in the scene.

One bed held a redhead wearing a sexy nurse uniform. Her top was unbuttoned and her breasts were out and bouncing as she rode reverse cowboy on a man we couldn't really see becasue she was facing us. She went all out on the outfit, the dress was short and white and rode up on her hips as she rode him. She was wearing white thigh-high stockings and stripper heels. She even had a small nurse's cap pinned into her hair.

As she leaned forward riding him, her arms pressed her breasts together and a guy standing beside us asked if he could slide himself between her breasts. She said yes, so he climbed on the bed facing her and she took him into her mouth first, wetting him. Then he slid himself between her breasts so that as she bounced on her cowboy, her breasts rubbed up and down his shaft as well.

This must be the room for uniforms because on the bed next to them was what looked to be a french maid on her back. It was hard to be sure though, because she had one guy drilling her missionary style, while a naked woman was kneeling over her face. But there was white-trimmed black satin and tulle all around her. She had on fishnet stockings and her stripper heels were crossed over each other on the guys back. Patent leather heels. They looked a bit like the strapy S&M heels Caleb had bought me. I wondered if she got them at the same store we did.

Next to them on the third and fourth beds at the same time was just a pile of nakedness. One man was on his back. He had a lady with long black hair straddling his face. All we could see of her was her back and her hair. He also had another redhead on all fours between his legs, sucking on him. The red-head that was sucking on him had a girl with dark hair laying under her, licking her as well. The dark-headed lady who was laying on her back licking the redhead had one guy kissing and playing with her breasts and another guy deep inside her. That was six total people, at least as far as I could tell. There may have been another person under there somewhere too. It was hard to count, as everyone was moving around so much.

It was standing room only in here, all the chairs were taken but people were still crowding in here to get a peek. There was plenty to see.

We wormed our way out of there after a while and looked into to other orgy room, but it was empty. All of the action was in the other room. Caleb looked at the empty beds, then to me, with his eyebrows raised. I shook my head no, saying "The curtained beds."

He turned toward me grinning, and instead of turning around and leading him to the room with the curtained beds, I stood perfectly still in his way. As he stood close, directly in front of me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me. Deep and hard and full of the pent-up passion from everything we had seen so far.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, answering his need with promises of my own. He started walking me backward down the hall, bouncing off the walls as we tried to walk and kiss and hold tight all at once. At one point he stopped walking, got a grip around my waist and picked me up. I held on with one arm around his neck, kissing him still as I used my free hand to yank my dress up aroung my waist so I could wrap my legs around him.

He carried me this way, our mouths still seared together, my arms and legs wrapped around him, all the way down the hall. Cheers went up as he walked through the nightclub with me wrapped around him like this. He carried me, still kissing me, into and through the game room and down the hall toward the curtained beds.

He put me down outside the door so we could enter here quietly. He took my hand and we went inside, peeking into beds as we passed them. We could hear erotic moans and heavy breathing as we saw a slightly more tame version in here of what was going on in the orgy room.

Most of the beds had their curtains closed, only one or two had the curtain pulled aside for all to see. A couple here, looking yin-yang behind their curtain, in a sixty-nine. A couple in the next bed there, he had her arms pinned above her head as he kissed her naked body almost reveringly. The next one had two couples on the bed together, limbs and breasts moving sensuously.

As we made our way around the room, peeking through each curtain, I started to wonder if there was an empty bed. There wasn't. We had made the complete circle, peeking in on each bed. Each and every bed had bodies, moaning, kissing, tasting, thrusting.

"We can wait, I guess. They can't go on forever." I whispered to Caleb as we stepped out into the hall. He pressed me hard up against the wall of the hallway, taking my hands and pinning them above my head. He looked at me, his eyes hot with passion and need. He kissed me, fiercely, pressing himself against me, keeping my hands from pulling him close.

As he held me against the wall, he kissed his way down my neck, and then down my front. His tongue teased, dipping into the spaces that the lace left open. He pulled on my nipple with his mouth, making it poke out an empty spot in the lace. He let go of my hands and I used them to hold onto his shoulders, balancing myself against the wall as he pulled my dress up once again to my waist. He put both of his hands on my hips, holding the dress up as his tongue slid over the thin material of my panties.

I spread my legs for him, resting one over his shoulder to give him access. His mouth felt heavenly, driving me to the brink of insanity for him. "Oh, God. Caleb." I moaned his name as I tried to bring myself even closer to his mouth.

Calling his name stoked his fire even higher. He lifted my leg from over his shoulder and stood up, holding the leg that had been on his shoulder around his waist. He kissed me again, pressing his hardness against me. He broke the kiss long enough to speak, looking into my eyes. "I need you, now. The curtained beds are full. You pick. I can drive into you right here in the hallway, or I will find you a bed. Any bed. The first bed I see either ouside or in the empty room."

I was high on my need for him, my blood pulsing hot. I said, "A bed."

He picked me up again, and again I wrapped my legs around him. This time as he carried me back to the empty orgy room, I had my eyes closed, hands buried in his hair as his mouth sucked and pulled on my nipples. I opened my eyes as I felt him set me down on my feet at the foot of a bed.

He bent down, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulled it off of me over my head. Once I had on nothing but my tiny panties, he gently pushed me back onto the bed and he crawled toward me. He grabbed my hair, just the way I liked it, and kissed me hard, pressing me down on my back underneath him on the bed. He broke the kiss and started kissing down my body.

He stopped for a minute again at my breasts, then continued south. As his mouth traced hot trails down my stomach toward my panties, I proped myself up on my elbows and looked around us.

The room was still mostly empty, I guess the show was still going on next door. But there was one couple on the bed beside us. As I looked over at them through my horny haze, I noticed that they were licking each other. He was on bottom and she was knealing over his face, bent down over him, sucking on him as he licked and sucked on her.

About that time, I felt Caleb's tongue find me. Warm and wet. I dropped my head back to the bed and felt a deep moan escape my lips. I called his name again, "Oh, Caleb, that is so good." He answered me by adding his fingers to his tongue.

He was purposely driving me to the brink, and then backing off. Again and again. My head rolled back and forth on the matress, revelling in the feel of him.