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The arm that was between us, the hand that touched the breasts of Carmen was a woman, noticing the softness of the skin, lack of hair, but mostly because it followed up, and caught me too, tit.

A tit hard, covered with a padded bra. A hand took mine and led her down. I liked the idea, people who had clear ideas. Only instead of putting it where I expected, between her legs, puts me in the yard, naked and erect, his partner!

It was thick, it must be said, but above all, was hard. I consider myself heterosexual, which does not prevent me sometime in ways known to go have fun, discover differences in the similarities, think I know exactly what you are feeling at the time the person I'm playing.

I do not know what a woman feels when I play, I can not imagine what it is to reach an orgasm by suction on the tits without contact between the legs, it did not cost me anything to imagine what will be feeling the owner of what I have right now in the hand. Only if I do not averse to having a dick in his hand, once inspired, put into flour, whether in a trio, is in a "partie carrée" as the French call the couples cross, so I let go of entry ... My hand sought the girl's body.

Above all, I went to Carmen, do not want them to think that he had brought to let me pass, but also I wanted. He had come to her, she seemed nice conversation, nice body, not winning anything intended for the other, who, on the other hand, was actively us.

Through his body, promising, Carmen, I smelled the scent of her neck, and pressed my lips to his elbow. I noticed that my lips put their hair on end, and imagined as her nipples under her dress. But wearing a blouse closed and no, it was difficult to achieve. Yet, through clothing, could feel her breasts, touching them. Her body moved closer to mine. But other hands were in my body, felt inquisitive hands between us, we played alternately, now her, now to me. He felt pleasant and hassle of tight underwear.

When I was in a position (all this happened in the darkroom, we did not know very well that to the other), I opened his belt and pulled my masculinity. I felt another hand touched me, and it was not hers. Could be Carmen.

Or not.

We and all crammed in a sea of ​​arms, hands, cuddling ...
- Do you carry condoms?, She whispers
- Yes, but I do not usually use

the truth is that I like to fuck with strangers

and less, with unknown

- Go out and go to a mat?
- Carmen, you fancy?
- If, say

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I had stayed several times at the club, knew its intricacies and crannies, its wet bar surrounded by men themselves, their televisions hanging from the ceiling with images of fellatio and tit. I noticed an acceleration in the words of Carmen, I do not talk about, I thought I would ask that saliesemos there. I took her to the area of ​​couples, more calm, soft music, low light, a normal bar, if it were not for the drinks were served in plastic cups (suitable, if people walk barefoot), or, suddenly passed a couple naked among the tables with a towel in hand, toward the whirlpool.

It's a bit shocking, but I thought that Carmen was interested in the situation.

I let her calm down, talking about my experience at this place. Do not want to go through a regular (hard when the waiter greeted me with a handshake and public relations with a kiss on the cheek, long time no see!) But not by a novice.

I asked
- Do you want a ride?
- Amuse me, but I did not touch anyone?
- Do not worry

And we walked around the club, one of the mats, and separated from the bar, had a couple, resting after fuck. They were naked, lying on a blanket, talking as if they were at the beach or in bed at home. But at the same time, their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of pleasure. Carmen looked at as we passed them, and said nothing.

And we walked around, saw the French corridor, empty and explained how it worked, a screen with holes, some to see, others at the height of the arms, others to sex up on one side the corridor leading to the area all-male, the other as a bedroom overlooking the area of ​​couples. The girl was leaning back or facing the screen and the boys spent the hands or sex, and she approached them, were left to play, or masturbated, or remained where they could see them but could not reach, while your partner lean.

Swingers club

We also saw the jacuzzi, where he had two girls alone in the water, playing with them, while their partners out of the water, watching. Carmen said that to know what was in that water, and would not get there even come to a crossing of the Sahara desert. And I thought I raised the situation.

And we went to the darkroom, it was full.
- Shall we? asked
- Go in, but what are we supposed to do?
- You and I danced in a corner, you stay close to the wall, and if you notice any hand, and do not want to touch you, take it off. But it would be wrong to give him a slap.
- But I can play without my invite or look him or say anything?
- This is grace, no one here asks "I can?. Hand pass, if not away is that the hand is welcome, but do not worry, if you're in a corner, nobody will say anything.

And we danced, I approached her, I refused, he felt his body pressed against mine, her breasts hard leaning on my chest, the scent of her hair. We did not talk, we were there, well, peaceful, isolated from the world. Without realizing much notice went out in the corner. That I saw in it a voltage, and a hand ran down her back bumped into mine. I looked and looked at me, I asked:

- Back to the corner?
- By now, if it bothers me, I tell you.

After a couple of minutes and were hands, others were passing between us. Segui with my hands on one of the arms, the softness I knew it was a woman who was reaching Carmen's breasts.

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