Archives for October 2007
Wild orgy
Wild orgy
When we knocked on the door to the office, Marty let us in and
locked the door behind us; he was just rolling himself a joint, as
it happened. We passed it around and chatted, and I rolled
another. As we smoked, I could catch him stealing glances at Lisa,
and I could see why. Her nipples were erect, and she had that
moist-eyed glaze of excitement that was due to more than just the
grass.
By then, the liquor, the earlier teasing conversation with Lisa,
the smoke, and her evident arousal had numbed my own inhibitions
and misgivings thoroughly. I mentioned Marty’s birthday and told
him that I’d been trying to think of a gift; he said it wasn’t
necessary, but I wouldn’t accept that. Lisa shot me a glance that
told me she was more than eager, so I told Marty that we’d finally
decided upon a truly memorable present. At that point, I looked
pointedly at Lisa and touched her shoulder.
Party Night Orgy
Party Night Orgy
As a result, by the time we arrived at the bar, we were both at a
high pitch. It wasn’t very late, but it was a fairly slow night at
the bar. We had a drink or two and flirted quietly with each
other. Finally, Lisa asked if I’d thought about Marty’s gift.
Half bluffing (it was tough to tell, even long afterward, whether
I’d been bluffing or not; the wine had fuzzed my inhibitions by
then), I said I thought it might be a good idea. She suggested
then that we visit Marty in the office. “You can decide later,” she
said, “and let me know what you want me to do. There’s no
pressure. I’d be willing to leave it a fantasy.”
Lisa was good at putting me at ease. She had a kind of wisdom, as
well as an electric sexuality, that allowed her to always make me
feel unpressured. At the same time, of course, she aroused my
imagination in ways that made me able to consider what might
otherwise have been unthinkable.
Sex Party Pictures
Sex Orgy Pictures
That was her way. And there was always a smirk that said she would
just as soon take the situation a step further. In this case, she
speculated on whether she ought to take him the waiter into the
ladies’ room. I wasn’t overly concerned that she would, though.
I could tell when she was just toying with an idea, or with me.
Not that she wasn’t capable of it — she was quite capable — but
her goal on this occasion was to stoke her own excitement so as to
arouse me. And she was succeeding. There’s no aphrodisiac like
your partner’s excitement. It was a ‘feedback loop’ we’d perfected
over the years.
Sex At Party
Sex At Party
One night, Lisa and I had been out to dinner and we stopped by
Mario’s afterward. Marty was there — he was always there on a
Saturday night — and Angie was behind the bar. At dinner, I’d
mentioned to Lisa that it had been Marty’s birthday the day before
and that I wanted to drop in to buy him a birthday drink. She got
that look in her eyes and asked coyly whether I wouldn’t care to
give him a present he wouldn’t forget.
I knew what she meant, of course. I said, “Maybe. We’ll see.” I
only half meant it. I could tease as well as be teased, after all.
Crazy Sexual Orgy
Crazy Sexual Orgy
Here is how it all started:
Once inside you’d find five
or ten regulars, most of them growing fuzzy with the hour as well
as with the various substances they’d been ingesting all night.
“Mellow” was the right word.
Marty was a good-looking guy, with the sort of looks that Lisa was
particularly partial to (a very different “type” from me), and I’d
often noticed her looking at him with a clearly erotic curiosity;
Marty looked at every attractive woman with a frank “I think it’d be
fun to fuck you” look. On occasion, just to make sure I’d caught
it, Lisa would point out to me his looks at her. “Do you think
Marty wants to fuck me?” she’d ask, “He never would because he’s
your friend, but I think he wants to.”
College Orgies
College Wild Orgy
The regulars might as easily found behind the bar as at it. If
someone hadn’t shown up for work or if whoever was tending bar had
to make a phone call, a customer often stepped into the breach.
Marty trusted several of us, and no one ever gave him reason not
to.
When Marty was there, the backroom office was nearly as busy a place
as the bar, with softball schedules and strategies being planned,
or picnics, or chats. The door was never unlocked, though. Too
often, Marty and someone would be in there smoking a joint, and we
*were* careful about that.
If you’ve known any bar or nightclub owners, you know that it’s
common practice for them to visit other similar stablishments. It
seems just to be part of the culture. I used to take Lisa to
Mario’s (no one had any idea who Mario was — the place had been
named that when Marty bought it, from a guy named Dave — the origin
of the name was lost in time) fairly frequently. Often, we’d stop
in there after she’d closed her place up for the night. Mario’s
was usually open to regulars well “after hours.” Only the small
reading lamps behind the bar, over the bottles and the till, would
be on, so as not to advertise its status, but if you knocked and if
they knew you, they’d open the door.