I had no idea what drove me to join his unusual class… it wasn’t like it was advertised. Just as well… it wasn’t something I’d be telling my friends about anyway. As a single woman I only get to explore my sexuality behind closed doors, in a furtive manner. My upbringing always have and and always will frown upon these goings-on. But as soon as I caught wind of this event talked about in a hush-hush manner, I immediately cleared my schedule out for that evening. The weird thing was that despite the seemingly seedy nature of the entire thing I felt relatively safe.
All around me were women of different ages and physical attributes, silently seated on lounge chairs and displayed about in varying states of undress. After all, the event called for that other type of evening attire. I myself was wearing a rather sedate-looking nightgown of silk that my sister got me from Hongkong. I might look a little more substantial and plainer than most of the women there, but never let it be said that I was the one dressed most shabbily. Even so, the theme of the evening seemed to let loose the inner vixens in most of the attendees, as evidenced by the skimpy attires most of them wore. Nobody was speaking… every woman seemed preoccupied with her own thoughts. Oh well, I told myself, you’re just in this for kicks, anyway. It’s not like you’re here to make friends. Or even to get laid, for that matter.
The conversation with myself was cut short when he entered. And then the gravity of what I was about to embark on sank on me. I almost got up from my lounge chair to escape when he suddenly started speaking. Now I have never been the sort of woman who goes for men’s looks, but a deep voice has always been my downfall. I basically tuned out the words that he was saying and immersed myself in the timbre and the sound. And felt my entire body heat up.
Restrain yourself, woman, how embarrassing would it be to be the first one throwing your panties at this guy? I gave myself a mental shake and tried to focus on what he was saying. Only to realize he was staring at me. I looked around and realized that the others were looking my way as well. I had no idea that we had to say something about ourselves first.
There’s no need for me to say my name, is there? A few polite giggles. Anyway, I’m single, and at the risk of sounding like a dried-up fruit never been in a relationship. I don’t need anyone to tell me about self-gratification… I suddenly lost my train of thought at what I was saying, but when I looked at him he was smiling in a reassuring, non-judgmental way. I-I guess I just want to feel normal and less guilty about it.
Another woman started speaking as I sank down onto my chaise, shaken by the truth about what I said. Oh God, there’s your reason, girl. Now what? I lost track of what the others were saying… I was only focused on his eyes and his mouth. Until his hand drifted downwards his body to cup his cock hidden beneath his pants. I turned both hot and cold at the same time, and one thing clearly echoed in my mind.
I want him.