The Freyja Club

I landed at Washington National a little after six p.m. the flight from Tucson via Dallas had taken all day so I had ample opportunity to renew my hate for the Boeing 727, which I considered the worst passenger jet ever built. I loved the new 737's and I hoped it would replace that flying POS post haste.

In my line of business, most trips are what the wildcatters call 'dry holes.' Potential acquisition candidates are plentiful, but real strategic fits that can be bought are rare. Unfortunately, my trip to Tucson fell into the former category. As I walked to my car I wasn't in the best of moods and I was thinking that a visit to the Freyja Club on the way home might improve my outlook on life. The meal that United served on the leg from Dallas was inedible and I was looking forward to a hot French Dip and a cold beer. If it was served by a wonderfully naked Cory or Michelle, so much the better.

Rachel was at her accustomed post just inside the club's entrance and, as usual, welcomed me by name. However, it appeared that she no longer needed to check her computer monitor to know who I was. We were moving to a higher level of familiarity. I had tried several times to start a conversation with her, but as a hostess, she always had to break off and greet whoever was entering the club, so we were constantly interrupted. I needed to talk to her sometime when she wasn't standing behind her podium, so with a sigh, and a lecherous leer at her beautiful 38D tits, I headed toward the bar.

Michelle saw me coming and had a frosty Heineken waiting for me by the time I slid onto one of the bar stools. Even though Michelle was an employee and not a member, we had become friends, and in our case, friends with "benefits." A couple of visits ago we had shared each other in one of the 'activity suites,' and I made it a point to look for her first.

"How's your story coming?" She asked and I smiled in recognition. I had told Michelle about my hobby of writing erotic stories and I had mentioned that I'd started one, and she was the central character.

"I just got back from Tucson," I replied, "and I wrote some on the plane. Guess what? You're probably going to be fucked, I'm just not sure yet whether it will be in your pussy or your ass." Michelle laughed and said, "You know I'm an anal virgin." I took a long drink of the wonderfully cold beer and said, "Ah, but what the pen writes, can reality be far behind?" Michelle scrunched up her face and turned to serve another male member, so I perused the bar menu to see if anything besides my favorite French Dip caught my fancy.

Michelle was coming back and that distracted me from any further menu considerations by the movement of her liquid tits. I gave Michelle my food order (I stuck with the French Dip) and nodded yes when she pointed at my half-empty beer glass. As she walked back to send my order to the kitchen, I marveled at the way her perfect butt rolled, and memories of what it felt like between her pale thighs filled my thoughts. As they did, I experienced a tinge of arousal in my pants and I thought that I needed to get laid.

When Michelle returned she brought the food and another beer. A glance down the bar confirmed that she wasn't immediately needed elsewhere, so we had a chance to chat. I hadn't had the opportunity to hear what happened a few nights ago after our bout of lovemaking, so I asked, "So, the other night, did Tom fuck you when you got home and told him about us?"

Michelle gave me a half smile and said, "Indeed he did, he was rock hard in minutes and was in the saddle before I even finished. He said that if you didn't fuck me again soon, I was to make up a story as if you did." Neither Michelle nor I understood her husband's cuckold fetish, but she had come to terms with it and said that catering to it had improved their love life considerably.

I was about to tell Michelle that I was more than ready to dip my wick in her candle when she smiled in a wicked grin sort of way and said, "You know Paula, right?" I nodded. Paula was the Board Monitor and I had talked to her a couple of times. Michelle leaned over the bar as if to tell me some secret and when she did, her wonderful tits hung with a slight jiggle that sent an electric pulse straight to my cock. "Well, we were talking in the dressing room just before we opened and... well you know all of us ladies are on birth control, right?" Then she stopped and added, "except me of course." I nodded, remembering that Michelle had told me that she had experienced a medical problem that had left her infertile. I wondered where this conversation was going. "I guess Paula and I are on the same cycle because she asked me if I got particularly horney just before my period. I said I did sometimes. She told me that it was particularly intense today. You might want to consider that when you decide what to do tonight." With that, Michelle gave me a wink and went to serve a couple that had just sat down.

I finished the delicious sandwich and drained the beer. Michelle was a known quantity and my cock always registered its approval when I pictured her spreading her wonderful smooth legs for me, but Paula wouldn't be a woman that I wouldn't kick out of my bed either, so giving her suggestion a moment's thought, I got up and waved to Michelle, who was busy drawing a draft, but smiled and gave me a thumbs up signal as I passed her on my way to the Board.

Paula was behind a counter of sorts where I'd always seen her and when I approached she gave me a nice smile. I've already recounted the story of how her Russian mother had been raped by an anonymous German soldier during the Second World War and Paula was the product of that union. She was the oldest staff member that I'd met so far. I knew she had to have been born just after the German invasion, so simple arithmetic said she had to be 41, but she had the voluptuous body of a woman a decade younger. Like many Eastern European women, she had nice wide hips and a generous bosom. I had never seen Paula without a big smile on her face and she was always pleasant.

The Board had many of the same types of offers that I'd come to expect. It always seemed some guy was wanting to suck his first cock and a woman seeking a thirty-something male. I always wondered about that post because I'd yet to meet a male member that young. A few women maybe, but I suspected those were trophy wives or girlfriends. One woman was seeking a threesome with two men, and one man wanted a woman to buttfuck. I mentioned to Paula that there was no card seeking long, slow, romantic sex and she laughed. "You're one of the few people I know that would post that one."

I was aware that there was nothing prohibiting sexual activities between members and staff and I had experienced three such, most recently with Michelle. As Paula spoke, I watched her tits rise and fall with her breathing and I found that I was developing a strong desire to touch them, so I asked.

Paula smiled and walked out from behind the counter. She turned her body so that it was easy to simply reach and cup her fullness. I traced the curve of their underside and filled my hand with her spongy softness and squeezed. Paula gave me a nice "umm," and I did the same with her other breast except that I continued and rolled a nipple as well.

I thanked her and she leaned forward and kissed me. "Any more requests?" She wanted to know. I kissed her back and I said that I would be thinking about that. She smiled in a way that I interpreted as hoping that I didn't think about it too long. Coincidentally, a very male part of my anatomy was sending signals to my brain that 'now' would be a very good time.

"Well, I think I'm in the mood to find a woman who might welcome a long sensuous evening of lovemaking that might begin with some oral exploration of her delicious pussy... you know, sort of like an appetizer. Perhaps one who's shaved her pubes," I said, as I glanced at Paula's hairless mound.

I could see an immediate sparkle in Paula's eyes as she leaned forward and in a voice barely above a whisper, I heard her ask, "Is the gentleman making a formal request?"

"I believe so," I responded.

Paula's hand covered her chest, and her mouth ovaled, but I don't know if her response was overdramatized for my benefit. "Oh my," she said, "let me see if I can find someone to fill in for me" she reached for a phone under her counter and spoke for a second, then turning back to me she said, "Can you wait for about thirty minutes?" I nodded and said I'd be back then.

A Freyja Club is a very pleasant place to kill time. I didn't particularly care for another drink, so I sauntered in the direction of the Club entrance and sat down on one of the couches located near the Swan Door. As it was still relatively early, there was a constant parade of naked women entering the club after undressing in the room on the other side. Just as I sat, a nice-looking redhead emerged and I openly ogled her liquid tits and flawless complexion. A glance between her legs confirmed that the color of her tresses was real.

She was accompanied because a man nearby rose and greeted her with a kiss, but as they started walking toward the bar, she caught sight of me and gave me a nice smile. As I watched the roll of her nice butt, I thought that I wouldn't mind getting into her.

She was followed by a short woman with very long hair that cascaded down her back and I immediately had visions of Lady Godiva. She too met a man who had been standing talking to Rachel, but unlike the Irish-looking lass, I didn't receive any kind o acknowledgment of my existence.

Over the next several minutes I filled my eyes with jiggling breasts, rolling hips, and delicious naked pussies until I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Are you priming your pump?" Paula wanted to know. Without turning around, I answered, "I believe so, and you may be the beneficiary." I heard her giggle and when I got up I noticed that she was dangling a key from her fingers. She took my arm and together I escorted her to the elevator lobby.

On the way, I casually asked who she had found to fill in for her on the Board. "Oh, Libby came down from the hotel. They're not busy right now, and she sometimes helps down here, but she had to get undressed. She wants to be a waitress, but right now there aren't any openings." As we passed by the board we stopped and Paula introduced me. Libby was a youngish-looking short-haired blond with a nicely proportioned body and a nice full set of breasts that had the liquid look that I admired. Her black-rimmed glasses gave her face a somewhat scholarly look, but I liked the total impression she made. I couldn't see her lower half since she was behind the counter, but we shook hands and she smiled at me and glanced at Paula. I had seen these knowing looks pass between women on previous occasions and I assumed they had something to do with the fact that one of them was about to be inseminated, but whether they were silent questions or just one woman's way of wishing another a pleasant experience, I had no clue.

In the elevator, I did steal a kiss and grab a tit, but the ride was too short, so I escorted her to Room 17. This was the same room I'd used with both Susan and Michelle. Paula confirmed that, in her opinion, it was the nicest of the twenty.

My idea had been to proceed in a sensuous way, but as soon as we were inside, Paula quickly pulled the covers down on the bed, then turned and pushed my jacket off my shoulders, undid my tie, and proceeded to strip me of all unnecessary clothing, which of course, was all of it.

When she'd finished, there followed a delicious minute when she took a step back and we both just filled our eyes. Of course, Paula's body had been fully exposed for some time, but there's just something different between simply seeing a naked woman and having one pose erotically, immediately before you will be mounting her soft and yielding body. As I watched, Paula's eyes surveyed me for the first time. For my age, I was in excellent condition and when I saw her lick and moisten her lips as her eyes traced down my nakedness, I thought I detected some of the hunger that Michelle had told me she thought Paula was feeling.

After a moment she stepped forward and lifted her face so that our lips could meet. At the same time, I felt one of her hands touch my hip and then slide across and slip under my balls and lift them slightly as if weighing my package. I was doing something similar, but with her soft tit. The mutual exploration continued for a few minutes during which time our lips and tongues were engaged in a delicious dance.

I could feel the blood coursing into my penile muscles which had already been stimulated by the parade of naked females that I'd just witnessed. Paula felt the erection in her hand and mewed her approval into my mouth. After another moment, I broke our kiss and guided her to the bed, and placed her on her back. Then, I crawled in beside her such that I could resume our kisses while freeing a hand to fondle the mounds of her breasts that had settled onto her chest and were slightly sagging to the sides. When I broke for a second and mentioned, "Music?" She reached and pressed a button on the bed stand. As soon as she did, I heard the strains of Bruce Springsteen singing 'dancing in the dark.' and I thought that it was a perfect song to fondle a naked woman by.

I could feel Paula's arousal as we kissed and I squeezed, fondled, and otherwise mauled her tits and nipples. Soon I was kissing her ears and found them to trigger a nice mewing response from their owner. I got a similar "Ummm," when I dropped and kissed her throat and Paula arched her head to give me more access to her tender skin.

Over the next few minutes, I traced the outline of her body with kisses and licks lower and lower until I could smell her arousal and feel the heat of her cunt on my face. As I descended her body, Paula moaned in pleasure with each new sensation, and the closer I got to her pussy, the more she opened her legs.

Now only inches away, I paused to survey what was certainly the essence of her femaleness. Paula's mound was shaved so clean and smooth that I could see absolutely no indication that she had ever had pubic hair. Usually, I prefer my women more 'au natural' as I think hair there traps more of those wonderful female pheromones that drive me crazy, but I was enjoying the variety that her bare cunt presented. I could see the slit that contained her labia and noted the moisture that was already coating her lips. Paula's hands were caressing my hair and I briefly noted the nice feelings that they were creating, but my focus was elsewhere.

I desired to just push my face into her wetness and I was sure that such a move would be welcomed, but I opted to tease some more, so I avoided direct contact with her center and instead began kissing the hollow at the junction of her legs and torso. Even though I'd chosen not to press directly on her pussy, my touch was met with a long exhaled moan and I felt Paula lift her hips off the bed which increased the pressure of my lips on her skin.

After I'd licked, kissed, and generally paid homage to both hollows, I took a glance at Paula's face. Her eyes were tightly shut and her head was turning from side to side. I wondered if it was in response to the waves that my mouthing was creating. I certainly hoped so. Perhaps she was frustrated that my lips had not yet found their way into her cleft, but if so, I was almost ready to give it to her.

I used my tongue to make a swipe up one side of her furrow, which elicited an immediate response. Paula lifted her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, thus opening the entire length of her labia. I rewarded her with a firm stroke of my tongue directly along the center of her vulva. Paula's body gave a jolt and the next swipe, sawing deeper into her groove caused another.

Since I was resting on my elbows, I was able to spread her vaginal lips with my fingers and expose their oily interior. I took a moment to confirm that her clit was exposed and I saw that it was already throbbing which sent me a visible signal that she had reached an elevated state of arousal. Below that, I could see the opening of her vagina with its serrated rim and oily sheen. I pressed my face forward and flattened my tongue against the now exposed skin between her labia and began a series of exploring licks while using firm lips to nip around the skin of her clit. Paula's body responded Immediately and when I slid my tongue up the inside to flick her clit, she started gasping and bucking her hips against my mouth. Paula was no neophyte when it came to the sexual arts and I could see that she was taking control of her pleasure. With her hip movements causing her cunt to press against my face it was only a matter of moments before she succeeded in rubbing herself to a quick orgasm which I both tasted and felt when her female juice turned muskier and more acidic. Apparently, her clit became too sensitive and she twisted away from any more contact, so I just crawled up the bed and held her as a series of tremors coursed through her body.

I do enjoy eating a woman's pussy. The feeling of being right there at the core of what defines her femaleness is frankly, quite arousing and I feel my surge of pleasure in my ability to bring women to such a state of bliss.

As the waves subsided, I saw Paula blink a couple of times, and then I felt her pull on my arm. I rolled on top of her as her hand grasped my shaft and placed it into the entrance of her vagina. "I need it so much, please..." I heard her gasp. I didn't think I needed her to be more explicit about what she meant by 'it.'

It wasn't by any action by me, but rather the upthrust of Paula's hips that seated me snugly into her warm canal. And so it became an active fuck, with both of us pushing and mashing pelvic bones together with each thrust of my cock into the warm center of her vagina. The tempo of our coupling could be measured by her "ugh, ugh, ugh" as I relentlessly pounded into her. I was somewhat sorry when my sensitivity became too intense and the rising flood of semen made it impossible for me to hold back, but when Paula felt me harden just before ejaculation, she bucked even more violently and used her arms and legs to maximize the depth of my penetration.

When I released a torrent of jism into Paula, I grunted out each pulsation and I heard her echoing response. I had stopped stroking into her, satisfied to just let my penile muscles push spasm after spasm of my edged arousal into her body, and she was gladly accepting my seed in the way that nature programmed her to do. Every muscle in my body had tensed with the onset of my orgasm and as it began to weaken, I felt the onset of exhaustion and I partially collapsed on Paula, who wrapped her arms around me in a loving embrace.

Later, I snuggled her in my arms and tried to apologize for leaving her behind, but she put a finger to my lips and assured me that it had been more than okay. "I've never had an orgasm from just a man fucking me," she said, "but I oh, so needed to feel you inside." She paused for a minute and then continued, "I think women get something from having a man inside our bodies that isn't orgasm, it's a different kind of satisfaction. I can't explain it, and even if I could, you probably wouldn't understand it. Let's just leave it that I am very, very satisfied. Thank you."

I was pretty satisfied myself, and I kissed Paula in a way that I hoped conveyed the gratitude that I felt.

After I escorted Paula back to her station at the Board, I witnessed another look pass between her and Libby that again, I didn't understand, but decided it was likely inscrutable, so I gave her a final kiss and headed toward the bar.