1 comments/ 75874 views/ 2 favorites What Did You Say? By: DreamOn I don't know if I should relate this story as it happened to us or if I should write it for the readers that weren't there, you know, all that past tense, present tense stuff. It's a true story though so I just apologize in advance for screwing up the tenses but hope you can enjoy it anyway. If it hadn't just happened last night, I'd have spent more time on it but I needed to get it down on paper. * * * * * I don't know if it was a shock but it was certainly not something I ever thought I'd hear her say. Bianca and I had been out to dinner with some friends that were visiting from Europe. It was about 10 p.m. as we walked across town to the parking garage. "Let's go to one of those strip joints..." "what?" I asked her... "you know. A topless place..." Fact was I didn't know any, I hadn't been to one and had no idea where to look, I was open to the idea of finding one although exceptionally shocked that she'd asked me point blank like that. A guy joined us on the edge of the kerb, waiting for the walk light, I asked him if he knew where the nearest topless bar/strip joint/gogo place was... he was polite but assured in his "no" reply. I looked back at Bianca who was clinging to a lamppost laughing out loud..."what?" I asked her..."you jerk" she replied... "only you would ask a gay guy..." " I didn't know he's gay, how the hell do you know he is?..." "you stupid fool" she chided me as she flagged down a cab then wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I figured she had a sense for these things and let it slide as she told me how she loved me, still laughing as she scooted over in the back seat. The next five minutes passed very quickly, I laughed at myself and with her without knowing why, we were having a good time. The cab deposited us at a place we'll remember as "our Saturday club." We were met at the entrance by a huge bouncer, he took the required cover charge and we descended the stairs still laughing for some reason that I don't recall and probably couldn't if I tried to, I think we were just happy and laughing!. We were met at the bottom of the stairs by a hostess. She escorted us to a small round table close to the stage and about 20 feet from the bar. She asked us what we'd like to drink before retreating to get the same. On reflection, the hostess was drop dead gorgeous but when your date belongs on the front cover of every magazine ever published, one tends not to notice these things. It was just a minute or two before she returned but it afforded me the chance to ask her what we were doing here. "I just wanted to explore the first steps" she replied... "explain please..." "well, we're forever talking about another man, another woman, another couple or whatever, I just thought it might be cool to find a place that we would be allowed to look at other people without feeling obligated..." all was clear, I understood and agreed... "besides" you added "I want to see how you would react when another woman is in your face." I think she'd shocked me like this maybe twice in all our time together but it was usually well planned, I gave the customary choking, chest beating reaction, it was enough but not enough, I somehow knew she had more in mind. The first minutes had passed, we relaxed a little, the hostess came back with drinks and a pile of dollar bills that would have been better positioned under the fourth leg of the table. Sensing that I had no idea about the rules or etiquette, the hostess was kind enough to explain the way things worked... Dollar singles, two's or anything more were appreciated, a lap dance was thirty five, the champagne lounge was about one fifty with a cheap Moet or up to six hundred if we were in need of Cristal. It seemed as if Bianca would not stop giggling, almost as if she was more comfortable here than I was, upon reflection, she was, she was enjoying my embarrassment but more than ready to lead me out of it. It was now that we actually began to look at the dancers, I leaned back more in the chair, relaxed a little bit, she clearly felt and enjoyed my relaxation. I gave appreciative glances and spent liberally, we squoze hands as we watched the dancers, that meant a lot to me, we whispered to each other and kissed lightly, after about four dancers I began to ask her what she liked about each one. She was easily encouraged to slip them the dollars, she told me how she liked their breasts, the way they danced, the shape of their bodies and as we leaned closer together her hand came into mine, I asked her what she would like to do with them... The floodgates opened, she described every rude, crude, sex filled thought that men have ever had about being with two women. Now it was all my treat... her hand led mine to my crotch, almost beneath the table but certainly not obviously...as the next dancer approached us, she left it cradling my cock as she handed over a generous tip... "I know you'd like to fuck her darling...but tell me how..." Ordinarily I'd have choked but we were on a different plane now... I looked deeply into her eyes and replied curtly but explicitly..."I'd like to fuck her doggie style while she eats you..."her small hand attempted to crush my big one as her eyes closed slightly... "I'm getting so fucking wet" she announced it matter of factly, I didn't react, leaning back a little further I put an arm around her shoulders and motioned to our hostess. As I did so I took in a panoply of men, all there, all alone, the staff were almost exclusively women, the clientele was all male, except for Bianca. The hostess returned with our drinks, I asked her if they took Amex, of course they did... "may we go to the champagne lounge please?" "Of course, who would you like to go with?" I pointed out one girl and asked Bianca to choose the other, as she caught the gaze of several of the girls it was as if they were all longing to be chosen, she looked back at me, put her head against my neck and whispered that she didn't want three girls to one man... I understood immediately, was I stupid for even asking? Either way, I managed a fumbled acknowledgement and we moved on.. " what would you like Darling?..." "the guy all alone by the corner of the bar..." "go get him then" "you sure" "I'm sure if you're sure" "I'm not sure" "I think you're sure, you're just not confident enough to ask him" "That's what I wanted to explain" I motioned to the hostess, she was close by, waiting for some decisions...I asked her if she'd be kind enough to arrange for the stranger to join us in the champagne lounge...she was happy to at least try to oblige, she suggested that we took the stairs and that she'd take care of the rest, we took the stairs. We arrived upstairs and were shown in to a cozy room, two oversized sofas and a coffee table but not much else beyond the music that was pumped in from downstairs. Our champagne was brought in by the leggy beauty that I'd spotted downstairs, she was stunning, she looked as if she belonged in dreams, maybe she did or does but on this day she was with us and sharing our own dream, I instantly thought about fucking her and knew before my heart made the next beat that I wanted Bianca more than life. The only questions concerned whether or not Bianca wanted me to fuck this woman, whether she wanted to fuck her, whether she wanted to share her, what she wanted to do with the stranger from the bar etc. etc..So many questions, I needed to let go of all of them and take the ride to wherever it ended... Our hired help was clearly happy to be making whatever she made on such occasions. She closed the door a second before the stranger opened it. He came in and announced his surprise at being invited up here, he introduced himself as Ted, the girl introduced herself as Erica... he and she seemed genuinely friendly and potentially good company, it turned out to be that way... a tap on the door and the hostess was there with four champagne flutes... She returned my Amex card and asked if I had an upper limit on the spending. I asked her for twenty five thousand in cash and told her that I'd sign the bill if she could bring it back. I was thinking that maybe we'd spend a couple of grand but I wasn't going to be embarrassed into signing multiple bills and I'd be happier to redeposit the cash the next day. It was Bianca's idea and by now it was her night. We settled back on the sofa as Erica began to dance for us, Ted helped himself to champagne, lost his jacket and tie, then his shoes, he relaxed completely and then for some unknown and stupid reason, he insisted on sharing the tab. I told him not to even think about it, that we were here to party and that the tab didn't matter. He laughed and leaned back, Bianca let go of herself as Erica entertained the room. Biance lifted her right knee out wide on the sofa and hiked her dress up over her thighs to her waist, she leaned in to me, grabbed my hand and placed it on her right thigh, she is so fucking gorgeous to behold but feeling her makes me know that blindness would be acceptable. Her thong barely covered her pussy but it was all too easy to push against it as Erica danced before us. She let her head fall back and her eyes fall forward on Erica, my fingers circled and chased whatever feelings her pussy needed to find. About five feet away and directly opposite us, Ted was controlled in his own attentions to Erica, she gyrated herself, leaned herself towards us as her cunt displayed itself in Ted's direction. (I hate the word "cunt" but sometimes I can't find the appropriate substitute and on those occasions "cunt" is just fine.) The music turned her around and now it was our turn to see her. It was as if she flowered before us, thin slips of lips, thin streams of wetness and then her fingers danced on her snatch... she opened herself and all I wanted to do was fuck... Bianca's legs opened wider, her hand undid my zipper, her tongue was being bitten between her teeth... Erica was hairless, totally bald, her ass was bald, her pussy was bald, her sex was perfect, lips full, lips to suck, fuck and remember forever... She opened them and inserted a finger as she danced before us... She reached out her arms to Ted's thighs and bent herself at the waist... I stared at Bianca, she was there but lost, fingering herself now, two fingers appearing and disappearing rapidly inside her pussy, the thin lace covering her snatch pulled to one side... she caught my gaze "fuck her" she said through glazed eyes... "did you just tell me to fuck her?" I asked... "yes" she made it clear. Erica's hands were busy releasing Ted's cock as I stood. My pants dropped, I held her hips and impaled myself inside her dripping wet sex. Two strokes had me deep. She felt so fucking tight...hot, wet, like home...She rode with me but it was never going to be a long affair. I came inside her as Ted came in her mouth. I thought for a fleeting moment that I would have liked to cum forever as Bianca watched me, how I might have liked to pull out my cock while still cumming and offer it to her... I'll keep hold of that thought as this time it was just not meant to be... However, there was a lot of cum and she hungrily thrust backwards to meet every stroke but her own orgasm was a long way from close. With weak knees I fell back into our sofa, Bianca looked at me and then fell into my lap, she sucked the cum and pussy juice from my cock and almost kept me on the right side of erection for about three minutes. Erica turned to us with Ted's cum dripping from her lips, the smiles we offered told her that whatever she had in mind would be just fine... She approached Bianca, amazingly she straddled Bianca's face and this beautiful woman of mine finally got to drown inside a pussy. I watched as Ted watched and as the girls seemed to scream together I responded with an almost motionless agreement to Ted's stare... he went down on Bianca as Erica fucked Bianca's face... It was precious to see, to witness, to be a part of but their screams were amazing, Erica's orgasm probably shook the dance floor downstairs, as I recount this tale I see it all so vividly and know how unforgettable it will always be. That was the beginning, things went on for about two hours but the shock of the initial reality was what made that evening so memorable, Erica said that she wanted to stay there forever, Bianca said that she wanted her bed, I said that I needed to pay the bill...Ted said not to worry, he owned the place. What Did You See? "I can't believe I went there..." - she thought and after fumbling for a few seconds longer than necessary, she finally unlocked the door and turned its knob. She held her heels in her hand as she walked through the door and padded along softly, stumbling from intoxication just a bit, as if she did not want to be caught coming in at this late hour. In the dark there was a husky, knowing laugh followed by the *click* of a lamp. A golden glow spilled over the room and the woman lying on the couch grinned. "Well, well... look what the Bacardi drug in. Did you have fun?" - she asked while watching a drunken grin appear on the face of her roommate. "Are you drunk?" - she added, knowing the answer already. Chuckling, the woman at the door gave her roommate a sage nod and struggled to lock the door, her intoxication making the simple task much more difficult than it normally would be. After she triumphantly battled the stubborn lock, the woman turned and leaned heavily against the door and again struggled with her tipsy state as she focused on her friend and grinned. "You need food. Go get changed, I'll get you something and you can tell me all about it." - said the woman as she rose off the couch and continued to the kitchen. With the sound of her slur growing louder as she staggered to the bedroom and increased the volume of her voice so that her roommate could hear her, the woman by the door said - "You have no idea what I've seen tonight, Alena, none at all! I tell you... none!" In the bedroom, the petite, curvy woman named Zure changed and decided to wait until she went back into the living room to finish her tale. "God that was sexy." - she thought to herself while undressing and by the time her roommate joined her on the couch with a snack, she was thinking about going again. Alena couldn't help but grin again when she walked into the living room and found Zure lying on the couch in her robe, a drunken smile on her lips and her eyes closed. When she sat down, Zure opened her eyes and the smile became a grin. She sat up and murmured a thank you as she took the plate. Still grinning, Alena asked - "So... What did you see?" Zure picked up a grape and peered at her roommate before answering - "Have you heard of a place called Rapture?" Alena raised a brow and said - "Rapture... you.. you of all people went to Rapture?" - the shock in her voice was clear and when Zure nodded, she eyed her skeptically again. "I swear, Len, swear" - Zure retorted when she caught Alena's incredulous stare. "I don't believe her. She's full of shit. No way she'd last more than fifteen minutes in Rapture. It's a good thing I didn't go tonight." - she thought but she voiced a bit softer than she intended to - "What did you see?" "Everything." Zure said, and she sighed while scooting back into a prone position and placed the plate of food on her stomach. She closed her eyes and Alena, with the keen gaze of someone sober and well in tune with her roommate, knew Zure was reminiscing ... and the memories were good. Alena studied her unabashedly while Zure kept her eyes closed in recollection. It still amazed her that she and Zure were complete polar opposites from body to morals but she was glad that since they had been living together for the past year she had been able to hide things from her. Zure was naive and young. She was petite, no taller than five feet, but had curves that rightfully belonged to women with children. Her hips were wide and her waist tiny, her thighs thick and her breasts full. Ripe. Alena shook her head to clear it and regarded Zure's face, watched her as she ate fruit from the plate lying on her flat belly. Took in the darkness of her short, black hair, the dusky tone to her skin, the curve of her round face and the thickness of her lips. Zure had incredibly blue eyes and though they lain behind closed lids at the moment, Alena had many times wondered what they would be like rolled back with pleasure. Poor Zure had no idea she'd been living with a lesbian for the past year. Alena herself is willowy. Tall and graceful, lean. She'd been an avid runner her entire life and so her hips were narrow and her breasts a moderate B cup. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her and so her facial features are more chiseled though not as harshly as those of a man. Alena has pale, blonde hair that falls below the curve of her ass and she wears it in a single plait. Her lips are thin and her nose tiny, slightly upturned and dusted with honey-colored freckles. Her own eyes are blue as well, a pale blue, not the rich azure of Zure's eyes which are the reason she was named Zure in the first place. She was also older than Zure by seven years and watching her now, she still couldn't believe that she'd step foot into a lesbian bar. "Zure ... you went into a lesbian bar?" Zure nodded and opened her eyes and Alena swore she saw want in them. "What did you see?" - Alena said, but she thought - "Feed me." "I didn't realize it was a lesbian bar, Len, honestly!" - Zure said in her own, unneeded defense - "It was Chris' idea and you know how pushy she is! I just thought it would be fun." "Was it?" With a tone that was almost a purr, Zure nodded and said - "Very." "What did you see?" - Alena said yet again but somehow she managed to control her tone so that Zure wouldn't catch the sultry warmth of her thoughts. Zure licked her lips and closed her eyes. "What did you see?" - Alena said a bit more softly but she thought - "I want to touch her..." and the urge was so strong she suddenly realized that she was wet. Zure kept her eyes closed as she began speaking and her lilt was one of a person mesmerized, low in tone and whispery - "Chris told the waitress to keep bringing me rum and cokes." - she sighed - "They were strong rum and cokes and had three cherries..." She got lost in the memory and quieted. "What did you see?" - she said but she ached all over and kept thinking - "Any way I can get your cherry to be mine?" "She left me." Zure murmured, her eyes still closed. "She was dancing and left me at the table because I didn't want to leave alone. I was uncomfortable." "Let me taste you." - Alena thought but instead said - "Go on..." while she gazed at the opening of Zure's white robe and the half-full plate of fruit on her flat stomach. Unable to resist the urge, she reached over and picked the plate up, put it on the end table on her side of the couch and pondered ripping Zure's robe open. She settled for curling her legs on the couch and discreetly dipping her middle finger between her lips. Zure swallowed but kept her eyes closed, watching internally the movie of the evening and enjoying it. She was drunk, she had been to a lesbian bar and she was horny. When she spoke again, it was just after an urge came to her and the quiver to her voice was just beginning. "Across the room..." - she said. "What did you see?" "A.. a couple." "Two women?" "Yes." "What did you see?" After a slight pause, her eyes still closed, Zure said - "They were kissing." "Did you watch?" "Yes." "And...?" "They started touching." "Where?" "Inside their shirts..." - Zure said, and wished she could go to bed to touch herself. Alena was too busy noticing the two sharp nipples pushing against the soft, white silk of Zure's robe to ask anything else and so she pressed her finger against her clit, barely moving it at all. It was almost more than she could handle. "They just did it... right there, with people watching. Her hand slid into the blouse and I could see her twisting, pinching her girlfriend's nipple..." "Did you look away?" - Alena said after she found her voice. "No." "Why not?" "I don't know." "Sure you do." - Alena thought, but instead she said "Then what?" "Then..." "Then what?" and she kept touching, silently, while desperately willing Zure's legs open with her mind. "Then... the pretty one took her hand out of her girlfriend's blouse and she put it under the table..." - She had to cum so much she was aching. Zure didn't see Alena bite her lower lip, nor could she see the flush to her porcelain, freckle-dotted cheeks. She was too busy dripping her excitement onto a very expensive, white silk robe. "Could you see?" "No.." "Did you want to?" "God yes..." Zure thought, but instead she said, clearly fumbling with her fib - "I dropped my purse and had to bend up to get it and when I did, I saw..." "What.. did.. you see?" Alena said, very softly, while she came against the gentle probe of the single finger. "Oh god" - she thought as she held back any evidence and made her orgasm silent. "I saw her spread her legs and bring her fingers from her knees to her..." "To her what?" "To her..." "Say it" - Alena thought... and said. "To her pussy." - Zure said through a tiny gasp of pleasure. Whether aware of it or not, she was keeping her legs tightly together and rubbing her thighs against each other, seeking release. "Did you watch her finger her?" - Alena said, and she parted her own legs while watching Zure struggle for control, made no attempt to hide her soaked pussy or the finger that swirled around her swollen clit in slow, teasing circles. And instead of a response, she got a whimper. "Did you?" - Alena insisted. "Y-Yes." "Did you like it?" "Yes" - Zure whispered, ache now clear in her voice. "Did it make you wet?" Zure nodded silently while she pressed her thighs together, rubbing her knees against each other with increasing friction. "Did it make you wet?" Zure gasped, nodding again more fervently and she wondered when this had happened. How she had gotten from stumbling home tipsy and horny to so desperate for pleasure the questions from her roommate were making her clit throb. Alena wondered if she was possessed when she actually stopped touching herself and got on her knees, closer to Zure. She untied Zure's robe but she was certain Zure didn't even realize it and when she extended her dry hand to Zure's knees, no resistance was offered. "Let's see just how wet it makes you..." - Alena said while coaxing Zure's knees to part with gentle fingers. Zure responded, her breath ragged, by opening herself up and showing Alena how dripping she was. She kept her eyes closed the entire time and didn't care at the moment, didn't care that she wasn't a lesbian. She wanted to be touched and she wanted the one to do the touching to be Alena. Alena tilted her head and watched as Zure's hips rose every so slightly, welcoming her. She knew she had her and she positioned herself between Zure's knees and placed both her hands on each of them to then drag them slowly down Zure's dusky flesh to the dark lips of her shaved, soaked pussy. She wanted to lean in and suck that swollen clit but she resisted and opted instead for dragging a single finger up and down the slit, spreading the wetness like slick, warm honey. She tortured her by not touching the engorged clitoris that was begging to be licked and as easily as a hot knife slicing through butter, she pushed her middle finger into the tight tunnel of Zure's pussy. "What did you see...?"