This is part 3 of the One Night In Hell series.
Silvia and Steven were still laughing at the look on Jason and Alessia’s faces.
The waiter had pointed out where they were to Steven who was obviously well known here. They had pulled the curtain back and caught Alessia in only her cotton panties and Jason in his boxer shorts, stuck to each other’s faces.
Silvia wasn’t shocked to find Alessia naked with a man; she had walked in on her on many other occasions. They had once had sex in the same room, on the same bed, with two different guys.
Silvia liked Steven, he had turned out to be an extremely nice fella and, from what she had just witnessed, Alessia obviously liked Jason just as much.
She had discovered that ‘Sex On Legs’ was called Jason; he was 35 and a professional polo player, as was Steven. Silvia was totally unaware that she knew more about Jason than Alessia did.
Both guys were single, Steven was divorced with a 6 year-old daughter, and Jason was a bachelor that no woman had yet managed to tie down. From what Steven had told her about him, he was a decent guy.
She had also learnt that both men were VIP members of a club that she had known nothing about until tonight. Screaming into each other’s ears downstairs had got them nowhere, until Steven dragged her through the crowd and around the back of the DJ booth to take her up the Stairway to Heaven.
She was blown away by what she had seen so far. Apart from Alessia and Jason there were plenty of other people having sex in Heaven tonight, but without the privacy of a curtain.
Heaven, it turns out, was a very expensive and exclusive swingers club. Steven had taken her by the hand and shown her around the whole upper floor.
“You don’t get shocked easily do you?” he asked, as they stopped in front of a white curtain that was painted to look like a huge metal gate, obviously meant to be The Pearly Gates of Heaven.
“That depends what you mean, shocked at what?” She asked while sipping on her drink.
“People having sex,” a dirty grin took over his face.
“What like Jason and Alessia over there?” She said pointing towards the curtain that hid her friend from public view.
“Not quite,” he said tugging at her hand.
“Come on, I’ll show you,” he said swiping the curtain back and pulling her through.
Steven led her into what she could only describe as a labyrinth of corridors lined with little bedrooms. Each booth was about the size of a double bed and each bed had people on it.
People were standing around in the dark corridors watching others have sex. Couples were touching each other while watching, some were touching themselves and others just looked on.
She had never witnessed anything like this; she had never been in a swingers club in her life. The closest she’d come to anything like this was a private pool party a few years ago, where everyone was in swimwear and one couple actually shagged in the water without batting an eyelid.
It was extremely arousing hearing all the cries and moans of people in the throes of orgasm and passion. The sound of bodies thrashing against each other and the pungent smell of sex filled the air.
Shocked or not, she was aroused by everything going on around her. The six Vodkas & Cokes running through her veins seemed to have curbed her shyness and inhibitions.
Steven continued to pull her through the little corridors, past voyeurs unashamedly watching the sex scene playing out before them. It was like an X-Rated cinema but in real life instead of on screens. Each room a different movie and a different genre.
Finally the corridors gave way to a huge lounge and bar. Again everything was white, floaty and heavenly. A circular, raised, rotating platform in the middle of the room was stage to an intimate sex act between two women and two men.
The surrounding area was scattered with small silver chaise lounge sofas for two or three people, with small glass tables in front of them. Some of the sofas were occupied with cavorting couples, others were just watching the show together and some were men and women alone.
She looked around as her eyes began to grow accustomed to the dark environment. She saw one man blatantly masturbating. She was more shocked to notice an older woman sat alone with her dress pulled up and one leg thrown over the arm of the sofa. She seemed to be inserting something in and out of her vagina.
She couldn’t be sure but it looked like her shoe. Was she really screwing herself with her stiletto heel? That surely wasn’t hygienic!
Steven pulled her into one of the empty sofas and motioned for the waiter. They were close to the stage, maybe a little too close for comfort. If either of the men on stage ejaculated they could well be within firing range.
“Isn’t this a bit close?” She leaned into his ear and whispered. “We could get shot at from here,” she said laughing at her own joke.
“If you haven’t ever experienced anything like this, I want to make sure you get a good view.”
“I can see the stubble on his balls. I think I would rather be a little further away if you don’t mind.”
Steven jumped up and pulled her toward another empty sofa a few rows back.
“Madam,” he bowed and waved her in.
The waiter arrived looking sexy as. They certainly beat the fully clothed, denim clad waiters downstairs in Hell. The guy was wearing white tight fitted pants, leaving not much to the imagination, with a white waistcoat and lots of muscle on display. He also wore a small white bow-tie at his neck.
Steven gave in his order and the waiter headed back to the bar. Silvia took in his perfect ass as he walked away.
“Hey, you trying to make me jealous?” he feigned a hurt expression.
“No, I’m just admiring a very fine ass, that’s all,” she retorted with a giggle.
Steven moved in and stifled her giggle with a kiss, a long sensual, breathtaking kiss. His hand moved into her hair and held her still as he crushed her mouth with his.
He pulled back and looked at her. Silvia felt something stir in her groin; it had been building since she first set foot in Heaven. The moans and noises of sex, catching Alessia in the throes of foreplay, and now a live show right in front of her eyes. It was very difficult to not get aroused in a place like this.
She couldn’t wait to go over it all with her best friend. The goings on tonight would be their source of conversation for the next six months at least. She wondered if Alessia had already seen the whole of the top floor, or rather Heaven.
She lifted her hand to Steven’s face and pulled him back into her. This time she kissed him, sucking on his tongue and drawing him into her mouth, flicking his flesh with hers.
She wrapped her hand into the back of his head and tugged his short dark hair, dragging her nails across his neck.
The waiter interrupted them as he returned with Champagne no less, Silvia could hardly contain her excitement. “I love Champagne,” she squealed like a kid in a candy store.
Steven laughed at her childlike excitement over champagne and raised his glass to hers.
“Here’s to you, and here’s to me, unless we ever disagree,” he sang and laughed at the same time.
“Cheers,” she laughed with him and chinked his glass with hers.
The champagne tasted utterly divine in contrast to the Prosecco that her and Alessia could usually afford. She was empty before she realised she had just downed the entire glass. Steven, like a true gent, filled her up again without even questioning how quickly she had drank the first one. She decided to be a little classier and sip the rest like a lady.
In the meantime the live show had come to an end and a new one was about to start. Steven’s hand crept up her thigh and her legs automatically opened up just enough to allow him access.
“Go to the bathroom and take your panties off,” he whispered into her ear.
“Are you kidding?” she blushed.
“No, I’m not kidding, I can take them off for you right here if you want.”
“I dare you,” she replied staring him straight in the eye. The vodka and champagne were giving her courage and she felt extremely rebellious in this club.
No sooner than she had answered, Steven dropped to his knees in front of her and pushed both hands up her short dress. He hooked his thumbs into the elastic waistband of her underwear and dragged them down her legs.
Silvia was stunned; she hadn’t expected him to do that. She lifted her bottom to allow him to remove her knickers and just like that they were gone.
Steven pushed Silvia’s knees wide, causing her dress to ride high up her thighs and dipped his head between her legs. Silvia was still in shock, she felt horny and extremely embarrassed in unison.
She tugged at his hair, trying to pull him up. She glanced quickly around her to see if anyone was watching but everyone seemed oblivious to the pair.
“Steven, come back up here,” she hissed pulling at his head.
He responded by flicking his tongue over her swollen flesh. She gasped as a ripple ran through her body leaving her mouth agape. The hands trying to pull him up now pushed him into her.
She was sitting in a room full of people; most were engaged in some kind of sexual activity, while Steven sucked on her most intimate parts.
The embarrassment she felt was lost in the sensations she was beginning to feel stir inside her. She lay back into the sofa and opened her legs wider allowing Steven all access, forgetting about the people around them.
Steven continued to feast on her sex while she watched two naked women climb onto the stage and begin to caress each other. Silvia had never seen two women together; she had only ever witnessed Alessia and a guy when they had all shared a bed one time.
Forgetting her lady-like behaviour she leaned toward the table, reached for her glass and downed her second glass of champagne. The liquid quenched the incredible thirst she was feeling and fuelled her inner sex goddess.
The two women on stage were oblivious to anyone else in the room. They seemed totally focused on each other’s bodies. Silvia relaxed into the sofa and watched the two women while Steven invaded her with his fingers.
This was probably the horniest thing she had ever done. She was literally having sex in public with people around her, watching other people have sex.
She could feel her wetness around his fingers as he lapped at her. His lips and tongue continued working her hot flesh all the while his fingers sinking in and out of her.
She watched as one of the women lay down on the floor and opened her legs. The other dropped to her knees and disappeared between the woman’s thighs, gently caressing her body.
Watching these women have sex was turning her on more than she would have ever imagined. She looked to the right and saw a woman hungrily sucking on her lover’s erection.
To the left the woman with the shoe had now replaced her footwear with her fingers and was performing solo sex for a man who stood watching while masturbating.
Silvia felt like she was in a porn film. People were having sex everywhere she looked and it was making her so hot.
Gripping onto Steven’s head she pulled him up from the wetness between her thighs.
“I want you inside me, can we go somewhere more private,” she panted into his ear.
“Why can’t I take you here and show everyone I have the hottest woman in the club tonight?”
“Here?” she gulped looking around sheepishly.
“Do you think they all care who’s watching? They get off on being watched; don’t you like the feeling of doing something naughty? I know I do,” he said reaching for his glass.
The waiter appeared and filled both their glasses and winked at her as he left. She had never felt so excited and shy and hot and bothered all at the same time.
She reached for her glass and downed the contents in one.
“Fuck it, let’s do it,” she blurted, banging her empty glass on the table.
Steven rose to his feet and stood in front of her while releasing himself from the confines of his trousers. He slowly pulled down the zip and tugged his rigid tool through the opened fly.
Silvia immediately clasped onto it with both hands and took him into her mouth. Her head was totally lost in the blur of the alcohol and heat of arousal now. She didn’t care who could see her or who was watching her.
She took him deep into her mouth and began to work her hands, lips and tongue together. Her teeth grazing against his hard flesh was apparently making it hard for him to stand still.
He placed his hands on either side of her head and began to make love to her mouth. She sucked and pulled at him while the two women on stage, still visible behind him, were now feasting on each other in a 69 position.
She ground her sex against the sofa trying to bring some kind of release. Steven abruptly pulled out of her mouth and pulled her to her feet. He turned her around and pushed her over the sofa so she was standing with her hands on the back ledge and her ass pointing towards him.
Pulling up her dress he slipped a hand between her legs. She was wet; she could feel it around the tops of her thighs. She was hornier now than she could ever remember being.
Steven entered gently; she could feel a condom on him and was happy in the knowledge that he had been smarter than her. He moved in and out of her slowly and she guessed he was trying to pace himself.
She tried to move herself quicker against him but he held her tight at her hips forcing her to move at his pace. Looking up she caught eyes with the hot ass waiter behind the bar.
He was licking his lips and his arm movements made it look like he was touching himself below the bar. The jerking hand and his teeth sinking into his lip gave him away. He was watching her get fucked while getting off himself.
Silvia held the waiter’s gaze as Steven picked up pace. She moved one hand between her legs and began to rub her swollen clitoris in time with Steven’s thrusts. She felt like the sexiest woman on the planet and it was empowering her sexually.
The heat inside her was engulfing all her senses. She pushed back aggressively against Steven as his hardness filled her.
Her hands were rubbing between her wet folds as she maintained eye contact with the waiter. His motions were getting faster and she knew he was about to shoot.
Steven was moving inside her harder as his fingers gripped vice-like on her hips. She pushed back onto him on the verge of explosion.
Just then, the groans and moans from the two women on stage filled the air as they climaxed together. That was all it took to tip Silvia over the edge. She gripped the sofa with one hand while the other furiously brought her to orgasm between her legs. She slipped her fingers backwards and squeezed his erection as it pumped in and out of her.
Steven shuddered as she felt his release inside.
At that moment Alessia and Jason came into the lounge and the first thing Alessia saw was her friend’s ass on public display.
“Oh My God! Is that your mate with Silvia?” she said pointing in the direction of the fornicating couple.
Alessia was shocked; Silvia was normally the prudish one of the two. She would never in a million years have expected to see her friend like this; ass in the air getting rogered in a very public place.
It seemed they had just reached their climax, Alessia was tempted to give them a round of applause but she settled for giving her friend’s ass a nice hard open palmed slap.
“Oww,” Silvia screeched thinking Steven was the culprit.
“Nice ass baby girl,” Alessia crooned from behind them.
The sound of Alessia’s voice sent Silvia into a mild panic. It was their turn to now be caught like rabbits in the headlights, although they were actually on public display.
Silvia tugged at the hem of her dress covering herself as Steven’s flacid member was quickly tucked into his pants and the condom discarded in the champagne bucket.
Silvia’s face was a picture of embarrassment and shame.
“Hey come on,” Alessia teased, “it was funny when you burst in on us right?”
Silvia relaxed and laughed with her friend.
“Oh my god I have so much to tell you,” Alessia gabbled into her friends ear.
“I think I’m in love,” she gushed.
“Me too,” Silvia said gazing at Steven like a lovesick teenager.
“More champagne ladies?” Steven gestured to the waiter who was busy cleaning himself up behind the bar.
“I think we have good reason to celebrate don’t you?” Jason chuckled.
“Sure thing buddy. It’s not every day you meet two heavenly ladies that totally blow your mind,” Steven smiled at Silvia causing her to blush again.
The waiter arrived with a fresh bottle of champagne, two extra glasses, and a flush on his face. Silvia winked an ‘I know what you just did’ kind of wink and smiled at him. He replied by swiping a tongue across his top lip as he retreated.
The four friends raised their glasses together.
“Here’s to new friends and new experiences and may there be many more to come,” Jason said aloud.
“Cheers,” they chorused.