The Diamond Club (3 page)

She smiled almost winking, brushed her long hair aside then turned and walked towards a big tree. She undid the knot in her shirt and the short unbuttoned white blouse blew around in the in the wind, her short skirt revealing every curve. I followed her towards a large tree, my pants were probably soaked from the almost climactic ride, my adrenaline levels lowering as I was no longer flying down the road. Although my heart was still beating out of my chest from the ride. I unbuttoned my shirt only to realise I had no bra on. I didn’t mind. It was warm out and the breeze always soothed me. The redhead turned to face me leaning up against a large tree in the shade, the yellow afternoon light reflecting off her face, her stunning body. Her nipples were perky. Was she thinking the same thing I was? I wondered since it didn’t look like she had anything on under her dress. Did she feel what I felt on the ride over here? Maybe she was getting turned on and I didn’t even notice it?

My ass was sweaty and my pussy wet, I went to adjust my g-string only to find it had become untied from the ride, it was riding up in between my pussy lips and in between my sweaty buns. I left it as it was, not to make a scene. From this angle I noticed her nice breasts, her nipples showing through her shirt. I approached, a grin on my face. She smiled back, catching me off guard as she took off her pants. I couldn’t think of anything to say in the awkwardness of the moment. I said the first thing that came to me: “nice tan.”

She enjoyed the compliment. The redhead now leaned forward and motioned for me to come hither. I was already pretty close, so I grabbed her ass and pressed my body up against her—breast to breast. I looked deeply into her eyes. She smiled, kissed me, then pushed me back a little, taking off her shirt. I was glad we were both on the same page. Now my day was getting on…

She lowered her arm and slipped her thumb under the outer lips of her shaved pussy. I grabbed her other arm and lead it down my pants. I rubbed her fingers over my pussy lips, wet and sticky from the ride. She took her hand out, licked her fingers then went down on her knees. I went to undo my pants, but she took my hands away and did it herself. My pants fell down g-string and all. I was exposed to this woman. I spread my legs apart and she looked up at me with her beautiful brown eyes. She smiled, starting on my thighs, rubbing them, slowly breathing on them as the light breeze exposed my breasts; freeing them from my unbuttoned blouse. I lowered my arms and my shirt fell off. I moaned. So good.

She got right to business after the foreplay on my thighs. Her tongue was rubbing my clit like never before, up and down, in circles, in and out. I could feel something building up. I was really turned on when I noticed she was also fingering herself. I moaned aloud, startled from a strange feeling. Then I realised: she was fingering my ass with her free hand. This was a feeling I had never had before. I bent over a little, lessening the feeling.

I was shaking, a full body orgasm. I felt a rushing feeling as I looked down to see her face shot with my squirting juices! I had squirted all over her face and breasts. Her body glistened in the afternoon light. I slowly lied down on the cool grass, face down, I could feel the grass tickling my pussy as remnant juices were still dripping out. I was spent, totally and utterly destroyed like I had just run a marathon…
I could hear her moaning, she was coming to an orgasm—from seeing my own? I could hear her, rubbing her pussy, moaning. I turned over to see her standing over me, her pussy dripping wet, her tanned legs spread open, glistening with sweat and juices.

She moaned aloud while furiously rubbing her clit and fingering her ass. Then out of nowhere she raised a gun to her head…

“No—”

Bang!

I woke up shocked at the noise and confused – heart still racing from the dream. I threw the thin blankets off, looking out the window to see rain in the night. A thunderstorm. I looked down at my sweaty naked body to see a cat, orange and white, rubbing its back in between my legs. It was dripping with some kind of fluid, it looked at me and purred. I thought for a moment: Was this cat licking my pussy as I slept?

I shooed the cat and it jumped out the window. My bed was wet in the area that I had been lying. Great. My dream gets interrupted, and now my bed is wet. Now I have to clean up. Damn wet dreams they are always so good but so messy.

Hopefully I can actually get some sleep tonight. I have a long trip ahead of me.

Wings Spread

I had decided that I’d take a plane trip to Los Angeles and head back later. For days I craved one of those bacon-wrapped hot dogs the local Mexicans served from outlawed food trucks. The strong taste of a wiener, the grease dripping from the end onto my tongue—it had been far too long.

Once I arrived at the San Francisco International Airport, I paid the taxi and made my way inside. Not being a fan of cancer, I decided to receive a pat down from the TSA agent, a large black man in his 40’s, unshaven. While I placed my purse on the conveyor belt, he snapped on a fresh pair of surgical gloves and pulled me aside. I felt special. I lifted my arms in the air so he could do his job. First he waved his long, black wand over my fragile, tiny, white body, and I began to moan when it brushed against my buttocks. As he caressed the sides of my chest and thighs, chills went up my spine.

“Next,” he called out to the person behind me, and I pulled out my purse from the container on the conveyer belt.

I could feel the hunger pangs. I needed a cock. And soon.

In the terminal before the plane took off, I was working on the new beta for the website, using my smartphone. I wanted to add a feature for even more discreet encounters, where members meet without sharing their marriage status. While I was typing brackets in my code, I noticed a different man eyeing me from afar. Perhaps he could smell the desperation of my perfume, or the fifty dollars of petty cash I took from the office in my purse. He was 28 years old, white with short bleach blonde hair, muscles bulging under his coat, a boyish face. His smile was soft, tender like my lymph nodes in my armpits. He looked like a pilot. In other words, he was totally fuckable.

The plane would depart in fifteen minutes. I knew I’d be late for work, but who gives a shit? I winked at him and waved him over to the ladies room nearby, not a soul in sight. Never before had I had sex in a public restroom, much less in the second busiest airport in the state of California, according to Wikipedia. He followed me without hesitation, dragging his luggage behind. Clack! Clack! as it hit the tile floor. Unzipping as I walked through the door, I opened the handicap stall at the far end and waited.

Yes, I’m not handicapped, but I’m handicapable of screwing the first man in sight.
I could hear him walk in, his shoes taps echoing. The air was thick with cleaning solution. He opened the stall next to mine, sat down, slid his foot under the partition, and began tapping. Was this Morse code? I began to tap back messages, but after five minutes of tapping back and forth did I realize it was just a signal. I motioned for him to enter my stall. He approached my stall, and I unlocked the door.

Still completely silent, he sat on the toilet and kicked off his shoes into a puddle on the corner. Biting his lower lip, he pulled me closer by the hips, his hands caressing my V-shaped figure. I looked down at the man. Even though he hadn’t even given me his name, I was prepared to give him my lust. I whipped out my bulging pussy from my jeans, the tip secreting through my poly cotton blend panties.

“Looks like you need an extendo belt to fit it all in,” he said. His voice was deep and booming, yet sensitive like my sister’s. I could feel the passionate fire burning in his eyes, the smoke coming out of his ears like teakettles in an old black-and-white cartoon.

He gripped the shaft of my vagina and stroked it gently, the sack of my pussy bouncing with the rhythm of his kisses on my thighs, the stubble on his cheek brushing the stubble of my legs. I grabbed a handful of the toilet paper and wrapped it around me, rubbing it against my heaving chest. With his teeth he chewed off my panties and jeans, all the way down to my pumps. Using the toilet paper dispenser as leverage, I kicked my clothes off beside the toilet into a second puddle on floor. Then, he began to tell a parable with his tongue, specifically the story by Jesus of planting the seeds. The man could plant his seed in me, but thankfully, nothing shall ever grow, due to pesticides.

“Mysterious stranger,” I asked, “what is your name?

He pulled his face out of my crotch. “My name is Les Fondelier, and I’ll be serving you hot roasted nuts on this flight.”

He stood up and kissed me on the ass hole with his soft lips. We shared my own juices. I really wished he was a pilot, but a flight attendant is good enough, right? Right? Regardless, I starved for a wiener, anything to satisfy my hunger.

“Do you have a safety device?” I asked him.

“No, but if you sit in an upright position, everything should be fine.”

“Press my call button,” I whispered in his ear. He sat me down on the toilet and pulled out his cock, short and fat with foreskin red and wrinkly like a beautiful Shar Pei drooling for its master’s attention. With each arm, he pulled my legs straight up into the air. A trail of urine-soaked toilet paper was attached to my left big toe. He spread my wings. I was flying miles high. I closed my eyes and I was free as a bird, gliding through the summer air, swooping as a juicy worm fed my beak, or like a mother bird regurgitating for its babies.

Flush! Flush!

The toilet’s motion detector went berserk, as did mine. Water sprayed my crack over and over again in ecstasy. My entire bottom was wet, but not all of it was water. Suddenly, not long after takeoff, he began shouting, “Boarding! Boarding!” until he climaxed in my cockpit, his engines huffing and puffing, then puttering out of gas. I wasn’t flying virgin, but we were united.

We reached our destination.

He pulled out, shaking his cock clean, as I wiped myself with the toilet paper decorating my torso. While he was hunched over pulling his pants back up, the light hit the pin on his lapel. At first I thought it was a pair of wings, as he did fly in planes every day, but I recognized the Diamond Club symbol.

“The Diamond Club?” I blurted out.

“What?” he asked. “Oh this!” He laughed. “I stop by on the weekends whenever I’m in town. You can buy these at the coat check. I guess you make your way to the Diamond Club, too?”

“Yeah, every now and then,” I admitted sheepishly. I finally recognized him. He frequented the place more than just on weekends. He was the son of Dia Monde, the owner of the Diamond Club. He knew everything that goes on there, when he wasn’t picking up chicks to sex. Perhaps I was getting too familiar with the establishment. Here I was, having semi-anonymous sex with whom I thought was a stranger, but I could tell he knew who I was. I needed to be more careful about my comings and goings, to take note of who knows exactly what I’m up to. I don’t want to ruin my already tenuous relationships. Now, though, there was no escaping.

“Thank you for choosing Air Fondelier,” he said buckling up.

“Wait,” I said. I reached into my purse on the floor and pulled out a wad of cash. “Here’s something for your troubles.”

I handed the money over. He looked at me, winked, and walked away. Maybe this would be enough to keep him quiet.

I sat there on the toilet, quiet. I could hear him wash his hands, then leave. Clack! Clack!

I missed my flight by a full hour, but I was no longer hungry. I decided to go back to work without taking the trip, but I felt like I had anyway, and I landed somewhere exotic and scary. And truly, this was first class, all the way.

Driven All the Way Home

How the fuck do I find myself in these situations. Once again what had started as a great night out is ending as a night I thought I may end up regretting. It was sometime around 4 AM, I’m not 100% sure as I had somehow broken my iPhone, I knew I was somewhere near the financial district but I just didn’t know exactly where. I was not going to be able to walk all the way back home, I thought maybe I could get back to the club at least. My head pulsed with the remnant of too many drinks and maybe a couple of sneaky pills.

I gingerly made my way down the road towards the club, if I was going to get back there before daylight I was going to have to get a ride. I glanced across the road where a long black stretch limousine was sitting idling, I noticed as a man in a suit stumbled out of the back door and made his way into a nearby dooway. As I approach I noticed the limousine had a symbol on the door which I recognised, this is a limousine from the Diamond Club. It is for the use of the VIP members.

SHIT! Where the fuck is my purse. I didn’t have my VIP card, my i.d., I had no way of proving who I was. I approached the driver who was re entering the car.
A real sight I must have been, a mess of “just fucked” hair in a teensy tiny little black dress.

I tapped on the passenger side window of the Long Black Lincoln. The Driver was a man in his mid to late 30s, dark short hair, neatly cropped facial hair with a hint of grey. A man in a suit always manages to impress and this one was no different. His perfect black suit, crisp white shirt with blue striped tie.

He peered at me through the glass and lowered the window. “How can I be of help” he asked.

I had seen him before around the Diamond Club but we had never spoken. “ I am a member at the club” I told him, but I seem to have lost my purse. “I need to get home, but I’m stuck with no money or phone, is there some way of working something out?”

“I’m Jason” he said as he leered at my cleavage that was pretty much popping out of my dress and into his front seat of it’s own accord. “I am really not supposed to let anyone ride without proof of membership” He Paused………. but maybe we can work something out as you put it.”

“Jump in the back” he smirked.

I made my way down the long stretch limousine and reached out for the chrome door handle I pulled the door open and clambered inside. There really is no lady like way of getting into one of these things. As I sat down I quickly realised I had lost my stockings, the cold of the soft ivory leather bit onto my thighs. Glancing around the limousine I took in the glow blue LED lighting slowly pulsing through different colours blue, green, purple, red, orange, there was faint music playing, it was the same kind they play back at the club, I almost felt at home.