Spring is here at our doors and it makes me feel all flirtatious with butterflies in the belly. This week-end, I think I’ll dress up kinky with one of my latex dresses and head up for that new swinger club. My first night out at a swinger club was when I was 22. It was at a club that looked pretty normal from the outside, but like a dump inside, with dirty beds on the floor and people groping in the dark. Whark! I swallowed the nausea that was crawling in my throat and left the place like the Road Runner. Lucky for me ‘cause, from what I read in the newspapers the next morning, the vice squad arrested a bunch of the poor beggars; swinger clubs were illegal back then in Montreal.

After that disgusting experience, it took me some time to look up another swinger club as I knew I could get arrested too, but I guess the temptation was too strong. So I finally found The Libertins which was not very far from my place. The first night I went there, decided to be gutsy, dressed up sexy with a schoolgirl skirt, whistled up a cab, took a deep breathe and got in with my hands shaking. At first glance, the club was not very big and filled with what seemed to me very normal people. There was a cute bar where I immediately rushed to and a tiny dance floor where I made the mistake of actually going. I didn’t know it was an open invitation for flirts and ended up with my butt squeezed like an orange in a juicer! To my deepest surprise, the hand belonged to a cute girl and not a hairy dude like I suspected it would be. With women, I never really liked not being the first to make the move, so I kind of smiled and gracefully rushed to the bar once again where drinks were faithfully awaiting my return. At my fifth drink, the bartender told me a back door would open soon in the next apartment where all the sex and gang bangs were taking place. “Ah! I see”. So I crossed over and the most obvious rule was no clothes allowed. So everyone was using a tiny white towel to hide themselves, sometimes not even big enough to hide boobs and bulges! The place was clean and smelled like bleach from a hot tub (in which I kept repeating to myself: “Who’s hand is this??”) and the eight rooms where separated with white blankets so people could still see trough a bit. I was at first a bit shy to be observed by all those hungry eyes, but found my cool pretty fast. At some point, I lost the towel (the martinis did it!) and started looking for that squeezing-butt-girl. I found her sitting proudly like a queen on a sofa that had nothing royal. I approached her with a sexy smile and gently purred into her ear “Let’s see who would be on top this time. She giggled a bit and then, I softly pulled back her head and started to nibble her lower lips with my thirst of possession. I could feel her body quiver with impatience and her satisfaction when I pressed my breasts against hers. I couldn’t believe that my first sexual experience at a swinger club was with a girl! It truly was a night to remember! Hmm. Let see if I’ll do better this week-end…

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