Our night with R & S

Dean and I occasionally travel to swing events.  Sometimes it's Vegas, or Reno, or Florida.  We don't go often because we simply can't afford it; with a hubby who is in the entertainment business, in this poor economy I'm pretty much the only bread-winner, and there just isn't enough bread to do nearly as much as we'd like to do, or as much as we used to do.  

By volunteering to help out at various swing events we are able to attend for free ... other than the cost of travel, room, and meals.  We don't have to pay for the event, and this makes it possible to attend from time-to-time.  

Being a volunteer at these events has advantages and disadvantages.  A definite advantage is  that we are always in the middle of what's going on.  We get to meet so many people we wouldn't have the chance to meet otherwise as a result.  A definite DISadvantage is that we are busy working during many of the fun events so can't always participate.  Also, we have to make time to sleep and eat, so getting a chance to play can be challenging.  

The last swing vacation event we attended was in Florida in November 2009 (I'm not talking about club events ... those are another story altogether).  We're very picky on who we will play with.  We have to like them ... I mean I have to like both the man AND the woman, and Dean has to like both the woman AND the man ... as people we would want to hang around with otherwise.  If we don't both like both of them then we won't play. 

We both liked Ron & Sabrina very much so we planned on getting together with them.

That night at the dance I was wearing a red and black bustier (aka corset or merry-widow) that took full advantage of my breasts and legs.

Ron and I were dirty dancing, and Sabrina and Dean were dirty dancing, and I certainly couldn't miss the twinkle in Ron's eyes as he watched me move on the dance floor with complete abandon, and a certainty that he would soon see me out of my sexy outfit. 

As we moved, looking into each other's eyes promising more sensuous things to cum, I leaned into him, pressing my breasts against his chest, and leaning forward, I ever so gently traced his lips with my tongue.  Then I began nibbling his lips until our tongues were dancing as seductively as our bodies.  I moved to his neck, and then to his shoulders, and on down to his chest, giving his nipples special attention, with my legs slightly apart, and my hips swaying from side to side.  I ran my breasts up and down his body, again, swaying from side to side.

I turned around, leaning back into him with my arms back, holding onto his hips, as he cupped my breasts in his hands.  I pushed my ass into his crotch, slowly bent forward, and we began grinding on each other while he held onto my hips.  Running my fingernails down the insides of his legs to his ankles, then back up again, I was promising more to cum, and I felt his hardness through our clothes.  

We moved toward the exit, with Dean & Sabrina close behind us, to be joined by two other couples.  We made our way back to the room of Liz & Hal, whom we didn't know well, but who Ron & Sabrina knew.  So the four couples were me & Dean, Ron & Sabrina, Liz & Hal and Deb & Ken. 

When we got to Liz & Hal's room, Liz thought it would be a good idea to introduce ourselves with our names and something about us that we thought the others should know.  Never a bad idea, Liz went first.  She said, "I'm Liz, and I think you ought to know that I love to eat pussy."  This got some ooooohhhs and aaahhhs  from the group, as it always does.  After all, most men get so turned on by woman-on-woman action, and so many women are in the LifeStyle specifically so they can have a little woman-on-woman action themselves.  The rest of them went on introducing themselves and sharing a little fact about themselves, then it got to me, and I said, "I'm Gabrielle, and I DON'T eat pussy."  This was greeted with stunned silence, and I said, "Don't worry, I don't mind a bit if you eat my pussy, and I love to suck dick."  This was greeted with giggles and sighs of relief.

Then Liz says, "Okay, so let's pair up."  I could see that Liz had her eye on Ron, so I immediately grabbed him (I didn't want to play with Ken or Hal) and Dean immediately grabbed Sabrina ... this was the only pairing we had in mind and we meant to make sure it worked out that way (I said we are picky, and we are). A lot of people in the LifeStyle aren't as picky, and some are more picky.  Not only do we have to like the people we fuck, but we also have to be attracted to them, and believe me, there was no attraction for us to the others in the room, nice people though they were.

With two king size beds in the room, each couple had plenty of room to play.  Ron and I used the end of the bed we were on, with Deb and Hal using the rest of the bed to play.  Dean and Sabrina played on the majority of the other bed, and Liz and Ken were using the end of the other bed, just as Ron and I were using ours.

We started with me sitting on the foot of the bed, fully dressed (in my bustier, stockings, and high heals), rubbing against each other.  Ron began unhooking my bustier, freeing my breasts so he could suck on the nipples and make them nice and hard.  He now removes my panties.  Laying back, still with my thigh high stockings and high healed shoes on, Ron kneels down between my legs, gently spreads my wet lips, and ...

 

... firmly taking my clit in his mouth, he began to chew!

I kid you not ... I thought I was going to lose my clit!  What do I do?  Oh!  My!  God!  What makes Ron think that I would like this?  What woman would like this?

Please tell me, dear readers, do you like it like this?  If you do, I really want to know.  What are your thoughts?

I like it to start gently, as a little tease, a little flick, with a promise of things to cum.  I like it to progress slowly, slipping a finger into my pussy while plying my clit with gentle affection.

But all I can think now is what do I do?  How do I make it stop without bruising his ego?  I grab his head in my hands, and gently PRY him back out from between my legs.  I look deeply into his eyes and say, "It's my turn.  I want to go down on you."

We switch positions, and now Ron is sitting on the foot of the bed, with me taking control of the situation, switching back to my seduction of him where we left off on the dance floor.  The difference here is that I am now also slowly removing his clothes so I could expose and lavish every inch of his neck, sculpted chest, and flat stomach with the sensual attention of my fingers and moist tongue.  Working my way past that lovely hugh bulge in his satin boxers, just slightly grazing it as I worked past it and down the inside of his thighs with my finger nails and my tongue, down to the backs of his knees, all the way down to his ankles (after all, every inch of a man's body deserves to be lavished with attention).  I now worked my way back up to the inside of his thighs again, now tickling his balls ever so lightly, all the while breathing my hot breath on his dick, and gently flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

Now tracing his penis a little more firmly with my tongue, and now his balls, while stroking the insides of his thighs with my nails, giving every inch of him attention, until I finally take him deep into my mouth, moaning, making little groaning noises deep in my throat that I know he can feel, up and down, in and out, until he cannot stand it any more.  This is the way it's done.  I'm back in control of this situation.  Still with my thigh highs and high heals on, I push him back onto the bed, onto his elbows, with him still partially sitting up, looking at every inch of my exposed body.

I said to Ron, I need to get a condom ... Ron opens his hand, and he already has one!  Love a man who is prepared!

With one foot still on the floor, I straddle him, lifting one leg up over his hips and

s l o w l y, 

ever so  

s l o w l y, 

lower my wet pussy down over his now throbbing cock.  I can feel my pussy muscles quivering around him, and I rock my hips forward and back, grabbing his dick again and again with my tight pussy muscles, juices dripping, riding him for all he's worth.  Moaning and groaning, the sounds of release cumming, me and my religious litany ... oh God ... oh God ... oh Jesus ... Oh ... Ohh ... Oh! God! Oh! God! OHHHH! MY! GOD!

I collapse on top of Ron's sweating body ... Ron too, is sated.  Exhausted.  Unable to move.

I can hear Dean and Sabrina (well, I can hear Dean ... yes, I can pick his sounds of ecstasy out of a crowded room of fucking bodies).  I know he has heard me, picked out my voice, the sounds of my glory, urging him on to his release.

It's now 2:00 a.m.  We are all weak, and it is glorious.  As we gather our clothing, we regroup back to our original couples (me and Dean, Ron and Sabrina, etc.) to walk naked back to our own rooms, we must pass the swimming pool, and we decide to go for a dip.  Swimming naked, we are rejuvenated, and we began to play ...