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12-21-2007, 03:59 PM
Tina had mentioned to Dave a bar she’d heard about that catered to certain sorts of sexual adventurers and suggested she and Dave visit one night to check out the scene. A friend had described it to her and said she occasionally liked to go there with her husband. These two were old fashioned ‘swingers’ and Jane had told Tina that this bar catered to those looking for sexual escapades a little out of the ordinary, as well as being a well-known pick-up venue. She and her husband, she said, had picked up more than one partner there. And those pick-ups were the start of some memorable evenings.
Now Tina and Dave were not what you’d call ‘swingers,’ and certainly not a ‘swinging’ couple. But they did enjoy sharing unusually frank disclosures about their sex lives and sexual interests. Apart from his very evident lust for women, Dave had confessed he’d had sex with men a few times, usually in the presence of a woman. And one time she and he had picked up a guy at a club and brought him back to Tina’s place where she persuaded Dave to let her watch the guy suck Dave’s cock and then have Dave fuck him. Tina knew men well enough to have sensed immediately that the guy they picked up was a ‘bottom’ and was apt to be compliant. He was. Dave’s was a basically dominant temperament, that was clear as day. And so was her own. But it was that very dominance Dave displayed, that sometimes cocky self-assurance, which led Tina to wickedly fantasize how he might react if the tables were somehow turned on him someday. Such musings, of course, revealed the dominant, the ‘top’ in her, conceiving how she would shape such a scenario, wanting to cajole and convince, maybe even to coerce Dave into adopting a rather different role. One he’d normally never imagine would fit his own sexual style and proclivities.
Such were the thoughts stirring in her mind as they entered the bar. Her friend obviously had told the truth. The bar, dark and moody, exuded sex. All the men, the women, the couples looked like they had one thing on their minds, and the duos and trios and foursomes she noticed gathered at the bar and sitting around tables seemed like they were here for the business of serious sexual seduction and negotiation, their overtures sometimes subtle, sometimes more obvious.
The two of them took a little table and ordered drinks.
“Check her out,” Dave said, pointing to a very sexy and sassy looking young thing. Though their one sexual adventure together had been with another man, Tina knew that it was women who generally rang Dave’s bell. Especially women such as this, sleek and sultry young wenches reeking of erotic allure. He had been frank enough with Tina for her to ascertain his preferred tastes in sexual partners.
“Yeah, Dave, a real piece of ass, just your type,” she said teasingly.
“That’s right. I wouldn’t mind getting under that cute little skirt of hers.”
“Don’t you think she’s just a tad slutty?”
“So? What’s wrong with sluts?” he said, her eyes fixed on her.
Now her ‘sluttiness,’ if that was what one were to call it, was of a special nature. It began with the skirt Dave spoke of lifting. It was a short, pleated plaid skirt, a sexy version of what you’d expect a Catholic school girl or prep school girl to wear. Along with the skirt she wore bobby sox and a pair of loafers. And on top, a white schoolgirl blouse. Other women in the bar were wearing slinky cocktail dresses, revealing halter tops, sexy little shorts and skintight jeans, but this woman’s seemingly demure Catholic schoolgirl outfit somehow made her seem sexier than all the others. Of course the skirt was very, very short, exposing much of her sleek, smooth thighs and that, as much as anything, made her outfit as provocative as it was. Also, rather different from what one would expect of a good Catholic school girl, her dark hair was fashioned in a ‘punk’ buzz cut and she had a tattoo on her neck, some Chinese ideograms signifying who knew what. On top all this, she had the prettiest of faces and a great, sexy smile.
Tina was amused watching Dave gaze at her, his eyes riveted like a set of lasers. But she did have to admit that this ‘schoolgirl’ was a pretty foxy package. And Dave wasn’t the only man in the bar ogling her.
She sat alone at the bar, nursing a drink, eyeing the scene, but looking rather standoffish. Her eyes did glance once in the direction of Dave and Tina’s table, and Tina gave her a little wave. She waved back with a cute, sexy little smile.
Later, after a few drinks, Tina needed to pee and headed to the ladies’ room, finding an empty stall. A moment later someone entered the adjacent stall. Tina could immediately see from the loafers that it was little miss sexy Catholic schoolgirl. But what happened next amazed her. For she didn’t sit down on the toilet, but instead lifted the toilet seat and pissed standing up, pissed like a man. Immediately it all made sense. Tina had thought that she was just a bit too sexy out in the bar, a bit overly provocative with her aloof ‘I’m such a hot piece of ass’ guise. So this was not a girl, it was a boy! Tina was delighted. She had a penchant for TVs, for trannies who paraded around done up as women. Most were painfully obvious. But this was one fooled even Tina, and certainly fooled Dave. She had noticed that slight protrusion in her neck, that Adam’s apple, but thought nothing of it at the time. Now she understood exactly what it signaled.
Tina left the stall and washed her hands, waiting for the ‘girl’ to finish up. A minute later she came out of her stall and joined Tina at the wash basins.
“Hi,” she said, brightly, remembering the wave back in the bar.
“Hello there,” Tina said, giving her a long look. “Can I tell you something? My friend back in the bar with me thinks you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. You should’ve heard the things he said he’d love to do to you.”
“Well, thank you,” she said and Tina now noticed she had a Latin accent. “Your boyfriend, he have very good taste.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend. But sometimes we like to pal around together and see what comes up.”
“You like go to bars and pick up chicks?”
“Sort of, except in your case we wouldn’t be picking up a chick, would we?” Tina said, giving her a meaningful look.
She said nothing, gazing silently at Tina. Then she smiled coyly.
“You were there, next to me?” she said, pointing to the stalls, “and you see that I stand up, right, honey?
“That’s right,” Tina said, now boldly sliding a hand under her skirt and giving a little squeeze to the obviously male bundle of goodies she had packed between her legs.
“I’m Tina, by the way,” she said, “and my friend out there who lusts for you, who you’ve given such a hardon, is Dave.”
“I am Claudia,” she said, sensing from Tina that she accepted her – or ‘him’ – for whom she or he was.
“Listen? Does Dave turn you on?” Tina asked.
“Yeah, he really cute guy, I could go for a guy like that. Que papi chulo.”
“Well how about this?” Tina said, her wicked mind quickly improvising the ruse, “How about when we’re back in the bar you come join us at our table? You know, turn him on. Really turn him on. And then come back with us to my place. We won’t tell him a thing. Later on, when the time is right, he’ll find out what he’ll find out.”
“Hey, I no want him to get pissed off and beat me up. You know a lot of guys when they find out a chick is–-“
”Don’t worry about that,” Tina said, interrupting her, “that won’t be a problem. I know him pretty well. Everything will go nice and smooth. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Shit, man!” Claudia said, her laugh excited and frankly sexual, “sound like a lot of fun.”
So now Tina returned to their table, and a minute later, when Claudia returned to the bar, she sauntered over with her drink and took a seat next to Dave.
“I talk to your friend in the bathroom,” she said, gazing right at Dave, “and she tell me I turn you on, baby? Yes, papi? I give you hardon?”
Dave was momentarily numbed into silence, even blushing a little as he looked at Claudia, then at Tina. And as he did, Claudia, licking her lips seductively, discreetly slid her hand under the table. From the way Dave’s eyes went wide, Tina guessed where that hand probably landed.
“Yeah, baby, I think, yes,” Claudia cackled lustily.
They talked. It seems Claudia had moved to the Bay Area from Venezuela a few years ago. She explained she liked wearing the Catholic school girl get-up because as a teenager she had been thrown out of a convent school in Caracas when she was caught going down on a young nun. The nun was protected and sent to teach at another school, but Claudia was expelled. The scandal could not quite be suppressed, she said, her family was in an uproar and a few years later, when she was nineteen, she decided to leave and go to the States. She’d been here for three years now.
Now Tina and Dave were not what you’d call ‘swingers,’ and certainly not a ‘swinging’ couple. But they did enjoy sharing unusually frank disclosures about their sex lives and sexual interests. Apart from his very evident lust for women, Dave had confessed he’d had sex with men a few times, usually in the presence of a woman. And one time she and he had picked up a guy at a club and brought him back to Tina’s place where she persuaded Dave to let her watch the guy suck Dave’s cock and then have Dave fuck him. Tina knew men well enough to have sensed immediately that the guy they picked up was a ‘bottom’ and was apt to be compliant. He was. Dave’s was a basically dominant temperament, that was clear as day. And so was her own. But it was that very dominance Dave displayed, that sometimes cocky self-assurance, which led Tina to wickedly fantasize how he might react if the tables were somehow turned on him someday. Such musings, of course, revealed the dominant, the ‘top’ in her, conceiving how she would shape such a scenario, wanting to cajole and convince, maybe even to coerce Dave into adopting a rather different role. One he’d normally never imagine would fit his own sexual style and proclivities.
Such were the thoughts stirring in her mind as they entered the bar. Her friend obviously had told the truth. The bar, dark and moody, exuded sex. All the men, the women, the couples looked like they had one thing on their minds, and the duos and trios and foursomes she noticed gathered at the bar and sitting around tables seemed like they were here for the business of serious sexual seduction and negotiation, their overtures sometimes subtle, sometimes more obvious.
The two of them took a little table and ordered drinks.
“Check her out,” Dave said, pointing to a very sexy and sassy looking young thing. Though their one sexual adventure together had been with another man, Tina knew that it was women who generally rang Dave’s bell. Especially women such as this, sleek and sultry young wenches reeking of erotic allure. He had been frank enough with Tina for her to ascertain his preferred tastes in sexual partners.
“Yeah, Dave, a real piece of ass, just your type,” she said teasingly.
“That’s right. I wouldn’t mind getting under that cute little skirt of hers.”
“Don’t you think she’s just a tad slutty?”
“So? What’s wrong with sluts?” he said, her eyes fixed on her.
Now her ‘sluttiness,’ if that was what one were to call it, was of a special nature. It began with the skirt Dave spoke of lifting. It was a short, pleated plaid skirt, a sexy version of what you’d expect a Catholic school girl or prep school girl to wear. Along with the skirt she wore bobby sox and a pair of loafers. And on top, a white schoolgirl blouse. Other women in the bar were wearing slinky cocktail dresses, revealing halter tops, sexy little shorts and skintight jeans, but this woman’s seemingly demure Catholic schoolgirl outfit somehow made her seem sexier than all the others. Of course the skirt was very, very short, exposing much of her sleek, smooth thighs and that, as much as anything, made her outfit as provocative as it was. Also, rather different from what one would expect of a good Catholic school girl, her dark hair was fashioned in a ‘punk’ buzz cut and she had a tattoo on her neck, some Chinese ideograms signifying who knew what. On top all this, she had the prettiest of faces and a great, sexy smile.
Tina was amused watching Dave gaze at her, his eyes riveted like a set of lasers. But she did have to admit that this ‘schoolgirl’ was a pretty foxy package. And Dave wasn’t the only man in the bar ogling her.
She sat alone at the bar, nursing a drink, eyeing the scene, but looking rather standoffish. Her eyes did glance once in the direction of Dave and Tina’s table, and Tina gave her a little wave. She waved back with a cute, sexy little smile.
Later, after a few drinks, Tina needed to pee and headed to the ladies’ room, finding an empty stall. A moment later someone entered the adjacent stall. Tina could immediately see from the loafers that it was little miss sexy Catholic schoolgirl. But what happened next amazed her. For she didn’t sit down on the toilet, but instead lifted the toilet seat and pissed standing up, pissed like a man. Immediately it all made sense. Tina had thought that she was just a bit too sexy out in the bar, a bit overly provocative with her aloof ‘I’m such a hot piece of ass’ guise. So this was not a girl, it was a boy! Tina was delighted. She had a penchant for TVs, for trannies who paraded around done up as women. Most were painfully obvious. But this was one fooled even Tina, and certainly fooled Dave. She had noticed that slight protrusion in her neck, that Adam’s apple, but thought nothing of it at the time. Now she understood exactly what it signaled.
Tina left the stall and washed her hands, waiting for the ‘girl’ to finish up. A minute later she came out of her stall and joined Tina at the wash basins.
“Hi,” she said, brightly, remembering the wave back in the bar.
“Hello there,” Tina said, giving her a long look. “Can I tell you something? My friend back in the bar with me thinks you’re the sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. You should’ve heard the things he said he’d love to do to you.”
“Well, thank you,” she said and Tina now noticed she had a Latin accent. “Your boyfriend, he have very good taste.”
“He’s not my boyfriend, just a friend. But sometimes we like to pal around together and see what comes up.”
“You like go to bars and pick up chicks?”
“Sort of, except in your case we wouldn’t be picking up a chick, would we?” Tina said, giving her a meaningful look.
She said nothing, gazing silently at Tina. Then she smiled coyly.
“You were there, next to me?” she said, pointing to the stalls, “and you see that I stand up, right, honey?
“That’s right,” Tina said, now boldly sliding a hand under her skirt and giving a little squeeze to the obviously male bundle of goodies she had packed between her legs.
“I’m Tina, by the way,” she said, “and my friend out there who lusts for you, who you’ve given such a hardon, is Dave.”
“I am Claudia,” she said, sensing from Tina that she accepted her – or ‘him’ – for whom she or he was.
“Listen? Does Dave turn you on?” Tina asked.
“Yeah, he really cute guy, I could go for a guy like that. Que papi chulo.”
“Well how about this?” Tina said, her wicked mind quickly improvising the ruse, “How about when we’re back in the bar you come join us at our table? You know, turn him on. Really turn him on. And then come back with us to my place. We won’t tell him a thing. Later on, when the time is right, he’ll find out what he’ll find out.”
“Hey, I no want him to get pissed off and beat me up. You know a lot of guys when they find out a chick is–-“
”Don’t worry about that,” Tina said, interrupting her, “that won’t be a problem. I know him pretty well. Everything will go nice and smooth. I’ll make sure of that.”
“Shit, man!” Claudia said, her laugh excited and frankly sexual, “sound like a lot of fun.”
So now Tina returned to their table, and a minute later, when Claudia returned to the bar, she sauntered over with her drink and took a seat next to Dave.
“I talk to your friend in the bathroom,” she said, gazing right at Dave, “and she tell me I turn you on, baby? Yes, papi? I give you hardon?”
Dave was momentarily numbed into silence, even blushing a little as he looked at Claudia, then at Tina. And as he did, Claudia, licking her lips seductively, discreetly slid her hand under the table. From the way Dave’s eyes went wide, Tina guessed where that hand probably landed.
“Yeah, baby, I think, yes,” Claudia cackled lustily.
They talked. It seems Claudia had moved to the Bay Area from Venezuela a few years ago. She explained she liked wearing the Catholic school girl get-up because as a teenager she had been thrown out of a convent school in Caracas when she was caught going down on a young nun. The nun was protected and sent to teach at another school, but Claudia was expelled. The scandal could not quite be suppressed, she said, her family was in an uproar and a few years later, when she was nineteen, she decided to leave and go to the States. She’d been here for three years now.