1
Maya woke to the sun, sliding its tendrils through her bedroom blinds, oblivious to the needs of the occupant within. Her mouth was dry and the din between her temples spoke to a night of excess. Why do birthday celebrations always include drinking so much, she wondered to herself, trying not to move her head. Stretching her arms, she noticed the tell-tale rumble in her stomach, another reminder of the night's events. Then she noticed her hip flexors were sore, which meant one of two things.
Either there was dancing, which she would notice in other muscles, or she'd been with someone last night. The latter is not my style, she thought, recalling the events of the evening. Katie's party had started at Somar, a lounge downtown. Laid back, drinks, toasts and memories shared. Katie's latest boyfriend, Bonn, was there, chiseled and playing the casual center of attention, as only one of his genes could. He seemed authentic enough in one-on-one conversation and had taken the time to win Maya's approval, a step in the right direction.
As the first drink became three, Katie moved slowly to the fringe of the group with Bonn, occupying much the same space on a small chair. Rarely subtle, Katie had guided his hand under her dress, and though it was hard to see in the dim lounge, was working on her first orgasm of the night. Maya watched from her peripheral vision, enjoying the voyeurism, thinking about what it would be like to have something similar of her own. She watched Katie lick Bonn's fingers as he got up to use the restroom and clean up.
Maya knew, at least believed, she was attractive, but never developed the need or want to put it on display, to preen for others. She wore bulky glasses, rather than contacts despite the social benefits. She was more comfortable talking with men about esports or technology than fashion or photography. And while she kept fit, rarely showed off that hard work to anyone. Tonight was little different, with blue jeans and an irreverent top on display. There was a pride she took in blending mostly into the background. It set an initial hurdle or filter for any man that showed interest.
As the inevitable call came for a 'new location', she guided the unruly mass of friends and acquaintances to a small club a few blocks south. It was nondescript and not their usual motif, but Maya had enjoyed a few great nights here. The Verve opened to them, a small dancefloor, comfortable seating and a generic bar in view. The DJ was on point and the crowd dancing responded with cheers as the next track began to spin. There was a primal feeling in the air with many couples and small groups engaged in dances more intimate than the general club scene.
Rather than scoff, Katie took her man directly into the crowd. Maya knew her secrets and was willing to provide, even if others would not. She watched them dance for a few minutes, her top failing to hold her in as her hips moved against his. Maya was tempted to let her hands wander south herself as she watched, but instead found her eyes drawn to a man casually sitting a couch away. He was reclined, a mule of some sort in one hand, slightly smiling. She knew he was watching her, watching the whole scene unfold.
Maya knew he'd come over shortly, always had a keen sense for not only her type, but foreshadowing the next few moves. Would he smolder, play it cool, vibe at high energy? She bet on cool, but nerdy as he stood up. He walked to the restrooms instead, testing her intuitions. He'll be back, she thought with confidence. Caught up in a moment of one of Katie's friends attempting to join her and Bonn unsuccessfully, she smiled as he suddenly appeared beside her.
2
"You've been waiting," he said, looking down at her, little expression to decipher. Maya scoffed slightly,
"Presumptuous, but not entirely wrong."
"I didn't mean to offend, these things are rare for me." That grabbed her attention. He sat down and the small talk that followed was an improvement on the tête-à-tête that usually preceded the male intonation that they should leave and have sex. He seemed to be comfortable with wherever the conversation went. Maya would have usually agreed with the pace, but moved to accelerate their introduction with a hand on his thigh.
"I'm also interested in you. How forward would you like to be?" he responded, his hand on her arm. Maya laughed, despite herself.
"Does this usually work?" she asked.
"Not usually. I'm not great at subtlety, I've been told. My name's Petr." He was handsome, dressed far more casually than the usual club fare. Black t-shirt, jeans, Vans. Short stubble, lean, but with shoulders that were defined through his shirt as the strobe lights hit them.
"Let's dance." she heard herself say, the drinks offering more courage than she'd anticipated.
Driving bass reverberated through her jeans as the hook hit and upped the cadence. She'd begun to work up a sweat, his body in close contact as they moved deeper into the next song. He was polite and she gave him permission not to be, grinding her ass on his cock, surprisingly sensitive through her thin jeans. His hands were on her hips as she began to map and predict the size and shape of his shaft, grinding against her.
She knew he was thinking about how long they'd be out here teasing each other before testing the next stage. Nearby, Katie was joined by a second man, working together in a sinuous mass of limbs and desire. She was in her element and Maya was relieved the choice of clubs was a good fit. She couldn't leave yet so she turned to her dancing partner and whispered
"Watch." as she pointed to Katie and her companions.
His lips were on her neck as they watched Katie manage both men with fluid motions as the music kept them moving. As the song ended, she led them both to a side booth, screened in, but lit for clear silhouette viewing. Maya and her partner moved to an adjacent couch. They watched as clothes were quickly shed, the outline of Katie's full breasts accentuated by the flashes of colored light. Hands coursed over her body, her mouth finding a cock waiting for her attention.
Maya unbuttoned her pants, angling herself so that the masses would have no easy time seeing. Petr's hand was on top of her black panties, fingers playing at the seams touching her thighs. Moving his hand back to the top, he slid gently down to her, feeling her lips give way to his finger, panties wet all around his fingertips. He worked quickly, using two fingers to balance on her clit, rubbing in a small circle. She wanted to grab him, but was content for him to do the pleasing.
The show next door continued with Katie angling her ass upwards as she continued to work with her mouth. The invitation was taken quickly, her panties slipped over unceremoniously as they caught on her lower thighs. His entry was hungry and without pause as he buried himself inside her. She paused her work on the cock on her lips and let out a sound barely audible over the music.
Maya held the edge with practiced ease, her desire strong to see the show through before her release. Reaching behind his head, she pulled his lips to hers, slowing his fingers on her clit. She could still see the booth over his shoulder, watching Katie revel in the arms of her two lovers. Her hips were working in time with the music, breasts gyrating freely below her. Maya had always appreciated her body, full and fluid, afraid of nothing.
As the show next door escalated, Maya explored Petr with her hands, slowly reaching under his shirt, one hand on his chest. Katie had wrapped her hand around the shaft in front of her and deepened her hip movements, slowly slightly with the beat of the current song. Maya could feel the three of them closing in on climax and allowed herself to rise back to the edge with Petr's fingers.
Katie licked the tip of his cock and stroked quickly as he finished explosively back towards himself. Her body began to shake as her own climax rushed through her, the thrusting of her partner frozen as he held tightly onto her hips, riding through the wave of release as he filled her from behind. The sudden pulsing of colored lights froze their shared orgasm in time, photos captured and preserved in the mind's eye.
Maya had joined their shared moment from a distance, head thrown back as the light strobed, swallowing her moan in the tide of rhythmic dance music. Petr held her as his fingertips lingered in her wetness for a few moments after. She knew this wasn't as much a thrill for him as it had been from her, but she'd make it up to him somehow.
3
He was quiet, comfortable with her in his arms, pants now mostly buttoned as he nursed his drink.
"Let me get us another." she said, moving towards the bar. He waited as she watched him. He may have been the vehicle for her voyeuristic pleasure, but he didn't indicate any hesitation in that role. She returned with drinks, strong enough to smooth out the harsh edges of the universe.
"You like to watch. I like to watch you." he said, leaning over to her ear. She smiled, unexpectedly, not usually one to reveal much in these moments.
"How can I make it up to you?" she responded, apprehensive to hear what that invitation would lead to.
