Night Out · Part 1 (1/2)
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JulieAnn's Story
I can't say I was really into the idea, at least at first. Jack, my boyfriend, wanted me to go out on the town, find someone (else) and bring him back to our house and do whatever we wanted with each other. Jack would be watching me whilst "out on the town" and then would be tied in the little soundproof basement bondage dungeon we had, watching and listening to what I (and whoever I found) was doing on closed-circuit TV.
Now I love sex and I love Jack. I'm open to almost everything, at least once and this was his once. I am very happy with Jack and the sex with him is satisfying enough. Most of the time it's ok; from time to time it's downright awesome. To be honest the worst part of this was getting past why Jack would want me to have sex with someone else. But he was persistent with this fantasy of his and well; why not?
So I thought this out and came to him with it. To me it was sort of a ‘put up or shut up but stop pestering me about it’ sort of offer. I even had to hint about doing it more than once as part of the bait but hopefully after the first time that would be enough to show him he didn't want to do this. If he wanted blue balls that badly I could certainly provide them, in spades. Besides, it's fun being out on the field again for a night and even more fun playing with Jack once all this was through.
I thought about it as I sifted through my outfits, looking for what would work. It's not like that picking-up-guys-at-the-bar sort of life was that much of a stranger to me. I've had a string of boyfriends up until about a year and a half ago when I met Jack and got exclusive with him. The bar scene, going out there and picking up someone & taking them home or going to theirs was something I'd done way too many times to have any problems with that. I work out regularly and spend enough time in the sun so I'm still cutting a very tight figure. Might even be a little fun. Variety, the spice of life maybe? Which leads me back to the ‘why does he want to do this’ thoughts. I put it aside. You've already agreed to this and he's waiting for you so just get going, girl.
Jack had blackish brown hair. What did I feel like waking up next to, tomorrow morning? Raven hair? Ginger? Blonde?
After dinner I asked him if he still wanted to do this, unfortunately he was quite eager. I took him up to our bedroom. OK Jack, the Blue Ball Express is now leaving the station. I unbuttoned his shirt, doing a lot to run my hands over his hairy chest, which I absolutely love. I spent some time running my fingers and my tongue through his chest and on his nipples. I could feel a dense hard-on in his pants. Love, I thought, that's going to get *so* much worse before it gets better.
I pulled a terry-cloth robe belt from my closet and gave him one last chance to back out which he promptly refused. So I motioned for him to turn around and bound his wrists behind his back. I took off my clothes and the rest of his and started in on my first fun. It was a challenge and one that I enjoyed both for the personal performance issue (how many times could I do it, can I do it and not go too far and take him over the edge, how close to the edge can I get him?) and for the power it gave me over him.
I used to do this to Steve, an old flame, all the time. He loved head, so I would go down on him for about thirty minutes until he'd have had enough. He’d roll me over, push me down and enjoyably fuck me thoroughly; I knew a bit about how far to go without going too far.
Not that Jack would have that option, or any option like that tonight. No, just lay there and try to come and realize I'm not going to let you. Over and over. I felt him start to stiffen up so I stopped working on his cock head and started working elsewhere. His groan and trying to move me back on to his cock told me I had hit my target. I held him flat on his back by lying across his stomach with my bare breasts, allowing no stimulation to his cock. No, you can't get off, Jack. You promised you wouldn't until tomorrow morning but I expect you'll be blowing spunk ten seconds after I'm out of sight in a little bit. At least that's my aim.
He settled down, starting to come off his ledge. OK, that's one. I wondered how many times I could do this to him?
The actual count was six. After about thirty minutes of this he was getting increasingly discomforted when I stopped working on him. I was enjoying myself but it was starting to get late and I needed to get to the Arrow Head to start the real fun. When I hit my next stop point I climbed off him. Looking him straight in the eye I told him "I am going to get dressed and leave now. You will not move at all the entire time or I'll cancel everything else I have planned tonight.”
"Please, JulieAnn, finish me, I feel like my balls are going to explode!" he begged.
The slightest crease of a smile crossed my lips. I thought to myself: OK, but isn't that what you wanted? "No. Move anything more than your eyes and it's over. You want to just stop now and call it a night?"
"No!" he was vehement, but almost crying. "I want this too bad!" then back to pleading. "But finish me off. It won't take long. I want to see the full half-gallon dripping from your lips. Please?"
I waved a forefinger at him side to side in a 'no' gesture. "Nope. You wanted it. You'll get everything you want tomorrow morning. You promised to wait until then, remember?"
I got up and moved into the closet. I picked out what I had planned to wear. I figured there was about a 60/40 chance that he'd blow his load when he saw me. I pulled out the clothes and put them on the bed at his side. Starting with me naked he got to watch the white tube top go on, pinched between my firm and upstanding 36Cs for extra cleavage. He was still squirming, watching me intently as I dressed. Next was a garter belt and tan silk stockings, then a button-up denim mini, with the bottom half of the buttons left undone. Not quite far enough up for people to see my pubic hair, but plenty far enough to show the stocking tops and an inch or two of tanned leg above it.
The matching jacket went on, buttoned below the tube top, enough to show the tube top and to help a bit in the cleavage-making department. Then my white patent mini-boots with the 3-inch heel went on and I was ready to go.
"I'm going to go to the Arrow Head Dance Club." I told him. He groaned, knowing what sort of place that was. It was a really wild dance bar with lots of twenty-something people like us and it would be packed with horny males on a Friday night. I was dressed to kill. Knowing he was watching my every breath I reached inside the tube top and pulled my breasts up, making me look about 36D. I fiddled with myself for effect as I went over what he was to do, pulling up my stocking a bit, straightening my skirt since my breasts were already to maximum advantage.
I had planned to use the vibrator on the headboard on myself while he watched, still bound and forbidden to move. I’d bring myself to the state I denied him, orgasm, but he was already twitching almost involuntarily. I enjoyed that but it'd take another 15 minutes which I didn't want to spend here. Besides, if the plan was for me to get my brains fucked out tonight there was no sense in going off early. I was already rolling and what I had built up would make me more aggressive out there which was fine with me. I was really, really enjoying his discomfort. He will never want blue balls again after tonight, I vowed. In spades indeed.
I checked the belt holding his hands and put a little more slack in the belt so he could work loose in a few minutes. I ran a fingernail a few times up and down his rock-hard cock. I was impressed, honestly, I'd not seen it that hard in recent memory. I bet he was having brown-outs from lack of blood. I decided to top him off on the ‘need to cum’ scale and I did which only took a few licks. He was groaning in pain the entire way through. I gathered my purse and blew him a kiss, giggling (he was almost thrashing back and forth, he was *so* in need of coming, poor guy). I exited the room, heading for my car and for the Arrow Head.
As I drove down the road with the top down I was looking forward to the rest of the evening. I was especially looking forward to the thought of finding someone new and passionate and taking them home and letting him run wild in my panties, or lack of them. I clenched my thighs together, down girl, I thought; don't get too far gone, not yet. I went back and reviewed the plan.
Jack would follow me to the bar and sit between wherever I parked myself and the bathroom. When I had picked someone and was ready to take the guy home, I'd go to the bathroom and nod to him on the way that it was time to leave. He'd get home in front of us and I guess I'd have to do something with my beau on the way home to burn a little time! He’d plant himself securely on the bed in our little soundproof bondage dungeon in the basement of our house.
I'd tell my choice I needed to check the house to make sure it's all clear then hurry down to the basement to make sure Jack was securely tied to the bed and the monitors were on. If he wanted to see me get screwed by some strange stud, that's what he was going to see. I was going to enjoy it and if he wasn't willing or had wanted to fill that role himself he should have backed out. I would be hot enough (and probably drunk enough) anyway, He was going to be tied down in the basement and a non-issue all night.
One camera oversaw the living room and into the kitchen across the bar and the other was showing our bed. I'd get my toy into the living room and both of us out of our clothes and then I'd see how far we could go right on the living room carpet. After that we'd move to the bedroom for some proper and traditional fun.
The plan was to tell my beau that he'd have to leave around 6:00 AM, that my "boyfriend" was due back around 8:00. I needed a bit of time and margin to be safe but I was all his right up to that point and I expected him to take maximum advantage of his available time.
I pulled into the Arrow Head. The parking lot was the normal ‘so many cars you have to hunt for ten minutes’ full. The dance music beat was audible, of course, in the parking lot, to say nothing of what it must be inside. Small groups of people either milled in front of the door or were leaving or arriving. I found a spot in the middle of the parking lot and closed the top. Checking my outfit and finding or putting everything in order I headed for the door. 8:00 PM and I was anxious and more than just a little wet. Here we go, girl, hold on to your. hat? No hat. Panties? None of them tonight either and besides the plan was to not hang on to them.
The bouncer just waved me through. That hadn't changed. They worried about the guys and hit them up for the cover charge but a single female on the prowl? Please come in, you are just what the male clientele is praying for.
The place hadn't changed much in 18 months which was good. The live band in the corner was belting out a passable imitation of a current hit, the large dance floor on the far side was flashing with fast-moving lights and about two dozen couples, which made it about half-full. The bar itself was packed pretty heavily and about three-quarters of the tables were occupied.
Plenty of male eyes found me as I walked in. Nothing had changed about that either. I noted two separate reactions, the ‘hey dude look at the babe that just walked in’ sort of thing, one at the bar and one at one of the tables. I knew what I needed was a table of girls that were more or less prowling too and would let me in.
I found what I hoped would work near the dance floor: two brown-haired females my age who were sitting at a table on the dance floor edge nursing beers and watching the club. I walked up to them. They both took a look at me, looking me over. One was wearing a tight silk dress and the other was in a white crepe top half-unbuttoned with a thin lacy bra visible underneath it. Before I could speak the one in the dress pulled out a chair. She called out to me, tongue-in-cheek, "Quick, sister, sit down before you get eaten by all the wolves in here."
"Don't mind if I do. Thanks *so* much." I answered. "Anyone here I need to steer clear of?"
The girl in the white blouse smiled. “Well, every male in the place, but I suspect you knew that walking in.” We all laughed. "I'm Angie, and this is Mila," she indicated her friend, "we're still not completely sure but from the way they’ve been acting that table up against the wall has definitely disqualified itself." She pointed to one of the booths on the side wall, where about six college-type guys were drinking and having a good and reasonably loud time. "Shoulda seen the show they put on with one of the waitresses about ten minutes ago."
"Thanks." I responded. "I'm JulieAnn. Are you waiting for anyone else?"
Mila replied to my question. She had a high-pitched, almost squeaky voice. "We invited a friend but since she’s not here by now we don't expect her to show."
The waitress appeared. She asked if Mila or Angie wanted refills to which they both declined. She then asked me what I'd like and I requested my standard light beer. The music stopped and in the interim a guy, probably around 20 and college from the looks of him, asked Mila to dance. She agreed and the two of them were off. As they entered the dance floor I could see Mila was wearing a just above the knee, matching skirt to the top. More came and asked Angie and I to dance but we both declined the offers. The music started and the flow tapered off.
Angie was a university student, a junior and a psych major. Mila, she told me, was a friend and a freshman at the university. Mila had led a really sheltered life in the hinterlands so Angie was taking her out and getting her acquainted with city life.
"And maybe some city boys." I added. Angie laughed and agreed.
I told her I had already graduated, which was true, and gave her the name of a reasonably well known but small law firm in town and said that I was working as a junior partner there. Just looking for a good time and possibly a good night. Angie nodded sympathetically. She could go home with someone or alone tonight. It wasn't that big a matter right now but she was here to keep an eye on Mila and to make sure she didn't get into too much trouble. If Mila found anyone, Angie was also there to prevent her from making a mistake.
I looked up and saw Jack in the bar. He and I locked eyes for a second then he turned around, looking for a table as he was supposed to. He found one a dozen feet away. He could probably just barely see my legs under our table if no one was walking in the way and had a clear view of the dance floor. Well, he wanted to watch, let him watch. I am supposed to be a single, unattached, gorgeous blonde alone and slowly getting drunk looking for someone good to take home and fuck madly. I'd done that often enough in the past to fit back into the role quite comfortably.
I danced with plenty of guys, sampling the wares at the bar that hadn't changed a whole bunch in a year and a half. Some of them were losers, or jerks, or loser jerks. Some of them were fine but didn't do a thing for me. One or two of them were downright breathtaking. I stayed pretty much to the fast songs as I hadn't found anyone that I really wanted to do a slow dance with.
There was a group of four males at a table near the dance floor that watched me, and especially the slit in the front of my skirt, every time I danced anywhere near them. Every once in a while I glanced at Jack and he was indeed eating all of this up. Well, the goal was to get Jack so blue balled he would need surgery to recover so I made a point to unobtrusively dance in front of these guys a lot and to spread my legs a little wider than they actually needed to be when I knew the guys at that table were watching.
Mila ran into a male friend from one of her classes. They both sat at the table and talked for a few songs. Shortly after Angie gave Mila the guardian nod of approval and the two of them left, Mila promising to "call Angie in the morning." Things picked up a bit, two really cute guys came calling and Angie and I both went to the dance floor with them. Mine was named Tyler.
He was an architect with a company whose name I recognized but didn't know much more about. He was from the other side of the country and had just finished taking a seminar at headquarters here. He was about 6 foot 2, felt well-muscled without any real noticeable fat. He had a great smile. He was good with conversation, I noticed he was smoothly able to keep the conversation more or less on me. He tuned out all the other females in the bar when he was talking to me which was very impressive.
Angie's friend was Derek, from the same firm but worked here in town. Both guys were single (no sign of a ring on either's hands) and he was hosting Tyler while Tyler was in town.
He seemed like a pretty good choice for my beau for the night. Large hands, strong but not rough. Quick smile, twinkle in the eyes when he talked, passionate about the need to help other people. He planned to get far enough up in the firm to run his own branch in time. Drank Michelob too. I wonder if Derek hadn't gotten that info from Angie during the first dance and passed it on. Even if this were true, all that meant is that he was a go-getter. He wasn't the best person I had ever danced with but good enough and dancing with him was fun plus he never stepped on my toes or seemed lost for movement.
I passed a glance back at Jack as we sat back down. He was still there, watching us usually at least out of the corner of his eye. He had a big beer on the table and an empty glass beside it. I turned back to Tyler and smiled at him, continuing to nurse what must have been my (I honestly had lost count) eighth beer. I used to be able to do about a dozen before I started running into problems but in this I was out of practice, so I was already about two drinks past that line.
Angie seemed to be hitting it off with Derek as well. After a while she sidled up to me and said "I want to go. Any problems?"
"No, as a matter of fact that will help. Have fun!"
After they left Tyler asked me if I thought he might be enjoying my company past closing time at 1:00 AM. I told him that it certainly sounded like a possibility to me. He asked if I wanted to go now and get started early.
I guess the beer was getting to me. I knew way better than to say quite this much at this point in the game but did so anyway. "Tyler, I'm not quite done dancing but when we're done I want you to take me home so I can run my fingers through your hair all night." I paused for a second, then clarified. "Your chest hair." I paused for another second. "And maybe lower." Inwardly I winced. Down, girl!
"Sounds perfect."
"There's a problem, though."
He handled that well. My opinion of him went up two notches. With a twitch of the eye he asked "Which is?"
"I have someone, they're out of town right now but they're due home early tomorrow morning. I want us to go back to my place but you'd have to leave early in the morning, by around six-thirty."
He paused for a second then smiled, turning back on the charm like a fountain. "Actually, that works, I have a 11:00 AM flight tomorrow morning and I'll need time to get back to the hotel room and get packed."
I closed my eyes and slumped down onto his shoulder. "Oh good" I whispered loud enough for him to hear it. For the first time I let my hands run onto his upper thighs. He jumped for a second but recovered gamely and did nothing with my hands. "You know, Tyler, I've had too much to drink."
"Maybe."
"Want me to prove it?"
He took a long pause at that. "Sure. Why not!"
With that, my hands roamed across his thighs to a very hard member in his pants. It felt quite thick and longer than average. "Mmmmm. Ohhh, yes, I want you" I whispered in his ear.
He looked over at me and smiled. "Whenever you're ready."
I took his closest hand and put it on my thigh, under the buttons that were not buttoned, right on top of the garter.
"Do you like garters?" He ran his fingers over my leg, then dipped toward my aching and slippery center. This felt real good so I opened my legs which hiked my skirt way up. He ran a finger down to where I wanted him. I shivered and started to tremble right there.
He smiled. "Be right back." and he left to get a new round of beer. Tyler, get back here. I wanted to smack him for doing that to me then leaving. Apparently he liked games too. Or wanted to lay in some fresh brew so as to not be bothered later.
He arrived with two more drinks and we talked a bit longer. Then the band struck up my absolute favorite song so I dragged Tyler out to the floor. "Come on! It's my song!"
We danced. I noticed that we danced closer than usual. I could still see that bulge and it still looked like it'd fit real well inside of me. I just smiled at him and concentrated on the music and Tyler and enjoyed the dance. His eyes were generally locked with mine. Every once in a while I saw him glance down to my legs or to the cleavage visible above the tube top. Not too much, playing his cards right. Good boy. With the way you’re acting and that bulge in your pants you're going to be seeing it all before I'm through with you.
The song ended and the band replaced it with a slow one, another that I liked. I was still looking straight into his eyes so I just slid right up next to him and nestled into his arms for the length of the song. It felt so comfortable, so good, so right. He was strong and warm. He held me tightly and the faint scent of his cologne wafted over me. Through the booze I felt safe. And I could feel his erection through his pants. That felt good, way good. He kissed me and we didn't stop kissing until the song ended. The band took a break.
Back at the table I had no inhibitions left. My hands were in his lap the moment we both were seated. I ran fingernails across and rubbed his erection when I could but most of the time my hands were around his neck. His hands went straight back to my skirt, and I plopped one of my legs over his, between his legs, to give him clearer access.
I felt him undo the two bottom of the three remaining buttons and my skirt was basically buttoned at the waist now and nowhere else. Because my legs were spread so wide, my skirt fell wide open under the table and Tyler sp
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