I went back to that club
In my past stories I wrote about some sexual times at a sex club. However, after Covid the club had shut down and then I moved farther away and had a baby so I thought my time there was up. A few weeks ago my baby daddy and my daughter went on a trip and left me for the first time in over a year free to have a bit of a vacation. I found out that the club I used to go to had reopened. I knew almost immediately what I had to do.
I was nervous going, I hadn't been to the club in a long time and I hadn't gone alone. I always went with a guy or knew some people when I went there. As far as I could tell my old group of friends no longer attended. I was gonna be alone, normally I would have chickened out but I was driven to go by the rare opportunity that may not present itself again for ages. So during the week leading up to it I refreshed my wardrobe and mentally prepped myself for a night of sexual release and freedom.
I arrived for door opening at 9 pm, but was nervous so I sat in my car for about a half hour. Checking my make up and the sorts. I was wearing a pink and white pleated skirt, a fishnet crop top, a black Calvin Klein bralette, a black thong, and fishnet thigh highs with my black converse sneakers. My auburn hair was a bit messy but in a fun and flirty way and I just wore it down. My sun kissed skin would probably be hardly noticed in the low club lights. Checking my glasses I got up and out into the cold January air and to the entrance. I simply gave my name and they welcomed me in, a bit of a sad reminder. Last time I had come they asked for ID because I was half a decade younger; that or being a mom must have aged me. I no longer was the petite little sex kitten of my youth, I was fuller. My chest heavier, my hips wider, a blossoming mom bod now. I had to admit my ass looked hella good hanging out of my mini skirt.
When I went in the club was quiet. A few guys, a few girls, basically hanging out in corners of the rooms. It was exactly how I remembered it. The voyeur bed, the grope room, the private stalls/glory holes, the kitchen with snacks and drinks, the lounge, and the room to the side with two beds, ample room for an orgy, and a sex swing. They familiarity boosted my courage and I went to my favorite room immediately. The grope room was pitch black though I could sense the man waiting like a predator in the shadows. My presence, perhaps the scent of my perfume seemed to draw him. He was tall, probably middle aged, hard to tell in the dark of course. He was horny too. I edged into a corner by the entrance and within a few strides he was in front of me blocking me from moving forward. He thought I might be skittish. He was wrong. My hand reached out and stroked the zipper and groin area of his slacks. I could feel a beast hungry within. My advance was all the permission he needed. His hands cupped my ass (again, hanging out and ample so I don't blame him.)