Music of the flesh
Kyle stepped out of his room in the posh resort of Chaud, holding the door before it closed completely ensuring he remembered his four-digit code to his door. "sixteen, twenty-five." He mumbled under his breath as he finally let the door close. Although if he did forget, the resort could electronically change it to something else. Walking naked down the hall, he could not believe he was finally here. Not just in this resort of hedonistic pleasure. A law had just been pass allowing any person aged twenty-one and over whether male or female could be without any clothing in a public place within the city limits; even though the law would not go to effect for a few more months.
Kyle heard the news just like every American; it was all over social media but he unlike a lot of American immediately got aroused. His cock was curled into a ball like package nestled in the pouch of his male style thong underwear he liked to wear. One moment his cock was flaccid, the next he was stiff as a board. He was excited. He loved being naked specially if people looked him. The idea of being naked whenever and wherever he wanted. Of course he had to move to this city.
Shaking his head, Kyle brought himself back to the present. The first thing Kyle did when he moved to the city was to go online and joined the club called Chaud. There was only one rule in Chaud; get permission beforehand.
Shaking his head, Kyle brought himself back to the present. The bar drew his attention. Slowly he took the measure of the people along the bar. All of them were couples paired off. Here and there were same sex couples in each other's arms. Mostly though it was men with women all caressing the other, a tit here or a cock there. Kyle found a place at the bar and waited to catch a bartender's eye.
"Rum and coke please."
"Can I get you a double?"
"No thanks, tonight promises to be a long one. Wouldn't want to not be able to perform."
"Right you are. So what kind of fun gets you off? Men or women?"
"Women."
"Here you are sir. Well you are in luck; there are some fine-looking chicks in tonight. And you sir will be in high demand."
"Oh? Why is that?"
Kyle was a light-skinned black man from the islands in his late twenties. He had a large back piece tattooed on his back. It was of a wolfpack hunting a bear in a clearing near a river. There were twelve wolves in the scene in various position working as a team to take their prey down.
"On account of you being hung. I saw you as you walked up. A lot of the ladies here are size queens. Your name sir? To bill you for the drink and my tip."
"How would giving you my name bill me?"
"When you registered as a member, you paid the fees with a card, either a credit or debit. That information is kept as your card of record, your name allows me to access this."
"Kyle Meyers."
The man nodded and turned to the computer. He wore a red garter around both biceps and black running shoes, the bar was busy and he and his fellow bartender, a female also nude were running around serving guests. A sly rather thin smile appeared briefly on his face and then it was gone. Standing with his back to the bar now, Kyle took in the room around him.
The bar was along one wall, the left side if you looked from the entrance. To the far right was a DJ in the corner with an area for dancing. Half of the room was tables and chairs while on the far side of the room away from the dance area were sofas and coffee-tables. In the center of the room across from him was a door leading to private room.
Several people were dancing to the latest pop songs mostly women with their tits and asses shaking and bouncing. Most of the tables had drinks on them. People were sitting talking and laughing. He saw one woman, a blonde sitting on a table before a man. Her legs were spread wide for him, her arms took her weight as she looked the man who looked not at her eyes but at her pussy. The man of course was stroking his cock. Kyle could see her lips moving as she talked to the man between her legs. Another woman was sucking a cock at another table. Several men were jacking off watching the various sex acts.
Kyle's eyes continued to wander until he came upon a rare sight. A woman alone. She was at a table directly in front of him. Dress only in knee high black boots she slouched on the chair, her right leg was thrown up on the table, her left was equally as wide to the other side. Her skin was tanned just enough to be erotic. Her tits were full and sat proudly on her chest. Her nipples were hard and seem to Kyle be as big as berries. He wanted to suck those nipples; sucked them long and hard. But he noticed the fingers of her right-hand dancing with the lips of her pussy in time to the beat of the music. Her muscles showed she spent time in the gym and loved every second of it yet had not lost her femininity. He caught glimpses of her clit as the red nails moved. It was big, almost like a tiny cock.
She had been licking her lips while her eyes roamed his delightfully naked body. It was the back tattoo that first caught her attention. She wanted this man, wanted him to take her and do as he will. She hoped he knew how to handle a big clit and she hoped he ate pussy and loved it. She watched him watching her. He stood there slowly sipping his drink allowing his cock to harden to its fully length. He stood there confident with a smile on his face, and she imagined him believing he found the holy grail.
She watched him stroll over to her; curious how he neither hurried nor dally but one moment he was at the bar and the next was standing between her legs. She felt his legs bump against her chair. She wanted to know what he was looking at. She wanted to look into his eyes, but she couldn't. She was transfixed by his cock jutting up towards her. The stranger was so close she could lean forward and take him in her mouth, but she did not want to suck him now. That could come later.
Now she wanted to be fucked. Fucked so hard for so long she couldn't see straight. She didn't want to know where she was when he finally came or know who she was come to think of it. She imagined that cock; it had to be ten inches; inside her. It would reach places long since ignored.
Kyle had been mesmerized by those fingers. Her fingers betrayed the wetness of the pussy they tried to hide even if only through her own pleasure. He wanted to suck the juices from those fingers. He wanted to suck the juices straight from the source like a vampire that fed on female lubricant and ejaculate. He wondered if there was a word for that.
Standing so close Kyle could smell her excitement, her arousal he noticed a woman warrior as well tattooed on the front of her right thigh. Instinct told this woman did not want her pussy eaten, did not need it. Right this woman needed only one thing. She wasn't going to play games with him and leave him to simply look at her and jack his cock. She would share her body with him and demand he do the same.
Her fingers pressed harder against her womanhood as she rubbed herself to an orgasm. This man was a tease. How dare he stand there looking so delicious and not do anything even if it was the wrong thing. She didn't want to imagine that cock burying its way into her any longer, she wanted to experience it.
Kyle's eyes were on her fingers moving back and forth over her loins, but he was aware of the rest of her. He noted the change of her facial expression. It went from a slight smile perhaps of expectance to a frown equally as slight; almost nonexistent. He was beginning to lose the moment. He had to do something.
Kyle squatted down enough and slid her right leg over his shoulder. At almost the same time, he yanked the chair around, so it was braced against the table. Taking the head of his cock in his dominant hand he dragged it through her pussy lips. She removed her fingers allowing him total access. He placed his right leg across her left in a somewhat kneeling position.
He traced his cockhead through her pussy lips a couple of times. Then without warning he impaled himself to the balls in her. Delighting in that musical sound of flesh smacking flesh Kyle smiled down at her. The warmth and wetness of that pussy at that moment was heaven.
When he had repositioned her only one thought entered her mind.
"Oh shit."
She noticed she was pinned beneath him not than she wanted to go anywhere. The feeling of his cock playing in her vulva was amazing by itself and gave her an idea they could try later.
Where did that come from? Suddenly her body and mind exploded and shut down at the same time. The orgasm she lazily pursued founded her. Her leg over his shoulder shook. She could not control the exclamation that escaped.
"Oh god, I'm about to fucked for real."
Kyle instantly settled into his natural rhythm; it was like a brisk walk. The music of this tempo was the smacking of his pelvis on her partially upturned ass. He wanted the music of the flesh louder, so he fucked harder but always to the beat of his soul. He gripped the back of the chair near her shoulders and gave her what she wanted.
