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We carefully scoped the high traffic area, god forbid we run into a colleague; the coast seemed clear. Giggling excitedly, we climbed up the stairs to the sinful second floor. We were told to take off our clothes and wear only a towel. Okayβ¦so we nervously stripped down and shoved our stuff in a locker. Everyone around us seemed so laissez faire about their dick hanging out or just casually leaning on the bar chatting, with their bare tits just, well, there to be stared at.
Some girls wore pumps and panties, while others nothing at all. A show began to unfold in front of us. A man had removed his towel and confidently stretched out on a massage table, while a forty-something woman began to oil him up and massage him down. It began with the back, moved south to the legs and then WOAH, she began to give him a handjob right there.
I crunched on my ice cubes, fiddled with my straw and watched his manhood grow tall. Where were they going? Getting a little excited myself, I turned to my bf and motioned that we follow. Oh boy, were we in for a surprise. Just around the corner, we were met with about twenty people fucking, in all sorts of positions; mounds, groups and chains.
Within thirty seconds, I saw more spread legs and waving tongues than any porn could ever hope to offer. It was intense and it felt weird to just watch, but other people were doing it, so we figured it was okay, if not, encouraged. Soon we found ourselves groping one another, our motion in synch with the cries and groans echoing behind us. It was like Eyes Wide Shut, and the bodies were tight, sculpted and beautiful. We awkwardly shuffled down into, I guess, an elevated bed cubby and felt comfortable enough to remove our towels.
As I bent down to put his cock in my mouth, a crowd began to form around us. The exhibitionist in me began to enjoy the attention, and pretty soon, I worked up the courage to mount him and slowly gyrate, locking eyes with the onlookers. What the hell was I doing? It was all happening kind of quickly, and the crowd was moving in. It was very odd to ride him, rub my clit and cry out while couples stood inches away from me, fondling one another or tipping their head to get a better look at my parts.