Large screen played acts of intercourse, the offering was a mix of online porn, fairly vanilla but the scale of the screen somehow brought a new realism into the darkened room. Was it the action on screen? or the couple on the couch? Had they fuelled a sense of arousal? Was it the shared experience of them being watched? Was it the view of women riding men, close up shots of guys entering girls who succumb with legs astride, that continually rolled across the screen? The darkness? Others witnessing the same that before they had considered only in private? I had never felt a primal arousal like this before, a feeling so strong that my cock strained, now engorged and firing impulses to my brain, screaming for some attention, to be set free. All my social inhibitions on one side trying to counter balance this intense desire to express how sexually aroused I had become, I was hopelessly turned on. Sensory overload, how could this be happening, never expected this. The sound of the action on screen, the couple reclined on the couch with the female half of the duo laying prone and open to attention from the solo male bystanders. How was this not seedy, how could she not feel intimidated by the hands searching those most intimate areas, guys standing around with full erections escaping from boxer shorts they had adjusted down enough to show how much they appreciated her female form. This object of desire, clad in a leather body suit, lines of strapping crossing her torso interposed with pale skin, a tantalising triangle of leather that barred easy access to between her thighs, her chest heaved with exaggeration as the taut straps run above and below her exposed breasts. She had made a great choice in lingerie for the night, not "Mistress" intimidating but "here for action" alluring. She knew it gave both definition and support, it pushed, might say slightly squeezed rounded mounds topped by scarlet nipples invitingly outward and on full show. Her long hair tightly tied back making her nearly unrecognisable from the woman with the flowing curly locks that had entered the club earlier that night. This woman had caught my attention early on in the night, her hair, they way she stood, her clothing seemed understated but she exuded confidence. Her partner at her side, a man that seemed older than her, what was their dynamic? He was attentive to her, they seemed separate from the crowd. To me they had something different about them, they intrigued me, somehow my attention had been caught. |
