My friend Drew and I had been in the lounge for about a half hour, absorbing its throbbing intensity.My friend Drew and I had been in the lounge for about a half hour, absorbing its throbbing intensity. The gay bartenders were winking at Drew and he, to my astonishment, was smiling back. The atmosphere was heavy with the crowd of stylishly dressed bodies of all races and per- suasions--straight, gay, bisexual. My friend excused himself to move closer to the scantily clad blonde dancer on the raised platform. I crossed my legs, letting my dress creep up. My blouse puffed out as I shifted in my chair and showed more bare flesh beneath than I would normally allow. The sexual beat of the music intensified my feel- ings of abandon. Scanning the room, I locked eyes with a tiny Latin-looking lady. Her bright red lips and black hair were in sharp contrast to her sur- prisingly light skin--a combination I have long found alluring. The silk dress clung to her shapely body, letting the outline of her hard nipples clearly show through; I imagined I could even see the "V" where her legs met. She smiled and I looked away, blushing. The way she stared made something at once both delicious and uncomfortable stir inside me. The walls of the lounge were festooned with paintings and prints of female twosomes and threesomes in various stages of intimacy. |