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By *panishRebel OP Man
over a year ago
Alicante Spain, and Cork City Ireland |
We had talked ab
We had talked about things. We didn't know what we were getting into, but we were determined. Besos sex club had a massage on offer for thursday nights. We reasoned that a few drinks and a massage was worth the entrance fee. So even if the place was shite, we would have a good time.
My woman at the time , who I shall call Estrelle, (not her real name) is beautiful. She has a heart of gold, a good sense of self worth, likes a laugh and tops that off by having a beautiful fit yet curvy body. Her long dark hair, and her eyes still bring a smile to me every time I think on her.
We had an Airbnb booked within walking distance. She was unsure about bringing anyone home if the opportunity arose. So we decided that was a no. I had done all the research. But reading a website and review is not the same as knowing.
Estrelle had brought along some outfits. She had a real sexy figure hugging black out fit with a deep plunge line, a zip between the legs option. Bought from Love Honey I think. I had to control myself not to come on to her before the club as we walked along. Her fluffy coat hiding the decadent gear beneath. Just her cowboy style boots clipping along the pavement, with net tights giving a clue.
Besos (the new one, for those who haven't been in a while) is located in a modern style industrial park. Plenty of parking all round but also very open. Thees no real hiding getting to it.
We rang the bell. This was our first time. Unsure of everything inside but horny as any can be. Excitement seeping out our pores.
We were brought in, but a lady called Debbie. She was cool. All on her own that night as her husband the cob owner was away.
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By *panishRebel OP Man
over a year ago
Alicante Spain, and Cork City Ireland |
Continued from earlier....
The place was darker then I expected. It seemed smallish. After paying our entrance fee, Debbie, a lovely host, showed us around and answered our questions. We were obviously first timers. Wide eyed trying be cool. Yet it felt good.
The place wasn't full. It was nearly empty. On asking we were told that one just never knew what would happen in any given night. A Thursday night, probably was perfect to for us. We weren't overwhelmed. Maybe a little underwhelmed. The biggest disappointment was that the massuese lady was unable to come that night.
So after showing us around, downstairs with the upstairs closed off for the night in it. It looked increasingly like 3 gin and tonic each for 40euro was our night.
A good looking English man came and chatted to us. He was knew to the area and said he had been coming most nights for a while. He reassured us, instinctively knowing we were new to this.
After a while we found our selves in seperate corners. After a gin and tonic we asked if we could look upstairs. Debbie let us. We could imagine the possibilities a upstairs has a balcony and some large oversize beds.
Then we settled back down to our second gin and tonic.
That was when the men started appearing. But among them was an older lady of mid sixties. It was clear she was the queen of night. She spoke French. I think she was Belgian.
We watched her come out shining from what had obviously been a good session. The man with her hugged and chatted a bit before moving on. The Belgian lady, then started chatting to another man in another corner.
20 minuits later they dissappeared together. This pattern repeated a few times.
One of the most comical things was our location. We were relaxed on a couch nursing our Gin and tonics. To our left was a curtain. Every so often this head would stick out and look around. Clearly desperate. The man had big ears and reminded me of a cartoon character. I still smile ever time I think on that.
Whenever the Belgian lady went off with someone, there was a murmer of activity and the small number of men made a bee line to look through a peep hole or curtain. We didn't look. But it was interesting to see the dynamic.
Our third Gin and tonic nearly done, and the Belgian lady returned. She was flush with pleasure. She carefully looked around the room, saw one last fellow and started to chat.
I personally was ready to go. It was interesting but a little disappointing.
Then all of a sudden the Belgian lady started to suck of the man on the stool in front of us. It was like an electric light switch turning us on. The shock going through me was palpable. Suddenly Estrelle unzipped my pants, pushed aside my boxers, grabbed ne and sucked too. There is nothing more errotic or more sexy to me then having Estrelle suck me off. I love the feel, and look of her hair which is full and long and wild. She has a way with her eyes of looking back up at me, and a lust rushes out of her face. It's a look and feel to die for.
We ended up going straight into a room with a bed. I pulled the cord and curtain across. Not perfectly... But enough. We kissed hungrily.
I remember puling Estrelles breasts out of her dress. Zipping the leather down. I loved it. But there was no slow sensual mindful build up. I think the previous hours had god us ready. She was wet with out any effort. My fingers came back with proof. We fucked wild with clothes half on half off.
We were being watched. We could see the shadows wanking in the cracks. It's the first time I ever fucked while being watched. Neither of us cared. We both found it a turn on. We both knew we would do this again.
We left soon after, but soon made other plans.
This is not fiction, nor intentionally porn. Just a genuine experience, which people might like to know about.
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