It was July 2012 and we had been dating for about six months. Me a bureaucratic cog in the machine, she a staff member on Capitol Hill. From the first time we went out our relationship was passionate and intense, and people who knew her would be shocked at how wild she was behind closed doors.
I told her I had heard about a party at a local bondage club, but that it was not a bondage themed party. It was an all out sex party. She had shared some of her fantasies with me over time, so I asked her if she would like to go. She gave me ine if her impish smiles and said “Yes.”
The area of DC where the party was held was one of those transitional corridors. Before heading to the warehouse we went to a hotel bar nearby to get a glass of wine to take the edge off. as we sat there I asked her if she still wanted to go or if she was too nervous. She leaned over to me, kissed me, and stroked her hand over my crotch, saying that as long as I was with her, everything would be fine.
We walked over to the club and paid our admission. When we got inside, she was asked if she wanted to change into a toga. Without hesitation, she said “Yes” and stripped off her clothes. I guess the edge was off.
It was wonderful watching her with her cream skin, her tiny breasts, and her tight ass as people just stopped and dropped their jaws looking at her. No one would believe she was 50 years old.
I went off to get her a drink, and while I was gone another woman got to her to get to know her. She accepted and also said it was ok for a photographer to take pictures of them together.
To be continued? …
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