The first time - conclusion

It is tonight. He is taking me to a sex party. We have sent the organisers our photos, and received our confirmations along with a secret code and the address. It’s happening at a loft downtown, and I am meeting him at the bar next to the venue. I have no idea what the dress code is, and it would seem logical that everyone will be undressed in short order but I pick what I think is a classy outfit, slim semi-sheer black trousers that flatter my figure and a tight short top. I put on my nicest black lace lingerie underneath, and shave my legs in slow, sensual motions usually reserved for movies until they are silky smooth. A touch of makeup and smoky eyeliner to complete the look. Nice girls don’t do this on a Friday night.

I’m in a taxi heading downtown, I pass through various parts of the city with people going about their usual routines on a Friday night. The new crop of college graduates getting drunk in bars uptown like they’re still in their fraternities; the more sophisticated people of midtown sipping martinis in trendy bars with music so loud that conversations are impossible; the restaurant goers of the Gramercy area going on their Friday night dates; the university students milling around various coffee shops and bars like they own the city; the life artists hanging around the parks, enjoying the balmy night and dreaming big dreams; and finally the coolest lot, going out to the latest designer bars and hidden clubs in Soho, where my taxi pulls up to an unmarked door.

He meets me outside and leaves behind the nondescript bar where he’s been waiting for me, most likely getting hit on by older women, which seems to happen to all the guys I know after some out of towners watched too much of a well-known TV show and didn’t realise that it’s supposed to be a comedy, not a blueprint for a way of living. “It’s really happening tonight!” he says. The place only has five customers. He looks me over, compliments my outfit and kisses me. I feel the ground sway under my feet but he catches me by the hand, and leads me to the address we were given on our invitation.

We ring at an unmarked doorbell and go upstairs, where we are greeted by a very sexy man of medium height and a solid built with short black hair, penetrating blue eyes and an enticing smile. He’s only wearing some tight fitting boxer shorts, which makes me feel silly for worrying so much about my choice of outfit. He laughs, probably because I look like a deer in the headlights, and simply says, “You two must have come to the right place!” I feel blood rushing to my face and blush involuntarily, the first of the many blushes of the night.

We walk into a huge loft space that finishes off with a balcony overlooking the street, and another big area in the back that’s brightly lit and encompasses a kitchen. There is a tiny bedroom separating the two, and the scene inside is one I would never forget. The bed is heaving with an indeterminate number of people having sex, an orgy like you would imagine it or see in the movies, beautiful lithe bodies all tangled on top of another, legs spread, women wet, men erect, all this licking and sucking and the skin on skin slapping sounds of intercourse.  There’s lots of moaning and the smell of sweat and sex in the air, they’re clearly not new to this and they’re having a great time. Nothing has prepared me for this; I am entranced and feel my senses overwhelmed, with blood rushing to my face while I can feel myself getting extremely turned on and very wet. Feeling exposed, I need a cigarette, now. Steve goes into the kitchen to make me a drink.

Everyone at the party is pre-screened through photos, all couples or single girls, young fit and very attractive. The women smoking hot, mostly naked, striding around confidently in high heels and g strings, maybe stockings. The men are tall and muscular, some wearing briefs or boxers, some accessorised with bow ties which I find amusing. One girl emerges from the mess of the bedroom and smiles at me, then looks over at Steve and asks me,

‘How tall are you?’

‘Five foot five’, I respond.

‘How tall is he?’

‘Six foot five,’ according to the stats he sent me in his initial email and has confirmed several times since.

Her next question throws me off entirely:

‘So how does it work?’

Only later did I think of a clever reply to that; ‘it works fantastically well, thank you!’ Words escape me at the moment.

I wait for Steve to finish making drinks and find myself entranced by the threesome happening on the living room floor. The guy is lying down on his back, and a brunette girl is on top riding him while a red haired one is sitting on his face, the two girls facing each other, touching, kissing, and moaning intensely. That’s so hot! Much hotter than the movies. I continue to watch as they switch around, with the redhead now straddling him and lowering herself onto him while the brunette lies down next to him in such a way as to give the redhead access to her pussy to be licked. I can’t believe I’m so turned on right now! Steve comes to me with my drink, and we head to the balcony to get some fresh air.

A couple of cigarettes outside and a drink help me relax, we meet some other people standing out there, fully dressed and all too happy to share their stories, they’re all at the party with their partners, they’ve been together for years, some are married, some living together but all in serious relationships that just happen to include swinging. This is all the more amusing when it’s one part of the couple doing the talking, while their other half is somewhere in the mess of bodies in the bedroom having sex with other people. Periodically someone emerges from the bedroom and goes to the balcony to recruit new joiners to the orgy. Eventually one of the girls is convinced, and leaves us to go have sex.

Steve and I talk some more and return to the living room, where we sit down and he starts kissing me. The host passes by and comments how at this rate, we’ll be having sex by this time tomorrow. He begins to undress me when the girl who was with us on the balcony earlier returns and starts chatting to us again. This time she’s not wearing anything, her long blonde hair loose and tousled from her tumble on the orgy bed, her face glowing and her soft skin giving off the enticing and ever present smell of sex. She helps him with my clothes, caresses me, her lips touch my lips then suck on my nipples before she takes my hand and leads me away from my little safety zone and to the orgy bed. She kisses me some more and I feel other hands on me, soft woman’s hands and I turn around to find myself facing the dark haired girl who’s asked me the uncomfortable questions earlier. She kisses me some more, and I feel more hands. This time they’re the rougher hands of a man, who turns out to be wearing only a bow tie and a charming smile. More touching and more kissing, he takes me and lays me down on the bed, spreading my legs.

I try to see where Steve went but can’t find him, he must have gone to the bathroom but it doesn’t matter now, there are hands everywhere, all over me, mens’, womens’, touching, teasing, caressing and slipping down between my legs where I’m beyond excited and ridiculously wet. After what seems like ages, the man with the bow tie penetrates me and it’s the familiar motions of sex, it feels good and exciting and also new, with this man whose name I didn’t catch surrounded by beautiful people I have only met tonight all in this amazing experience together. My mind goes and I arch my back, enjoying myself immensely. Time seems to fly and stand still at will in this place, and when I open my eyes I am not sure how long this has been going on but realise that Steve is standing over me, undressed this time, stroking his erection that I adore so much and looking down at me, smiling. The guy pulls out from inside me and moves away, and I can’t think of anything else now as I take Steve’s cock in my mouth, I want him inside of me and I don’t want this night to stop. He hesitates a bit, suggests that I should play with his friend, but I say no so he turns me over and gets me on all fours before penetrating me from behind. This is it. This is the real deal. This is the experience, the joy, the ecstasy. I notice there’s only one couple left on the bed next to us, the curly haired girl and the guy with the bow tie, they’re in the same position as us, the men performing the same motion, the girl and I touch each other and I’m not sure how long it is before we all orgasm at the same time, the men as well. I turn over and smile, at no one in particular, maybe the brunette next to me, maybe Steve, maybe the Italian girl who seems to have appeared again, maybe at myself. I feel fulfilled like I have never been fulfilled before in my life.