This all began about two weeks ago. Kat mentioned, while we were snuggling after one of our delicious sessions, that her friend, and ex-lover, David had found an on-premise swing club in Bullhead City, AZ which is about 35 miles away from Kingman, AZ (as opposed to 100 for those in Las Vegas); he'd told her that there was information about it on the Internet. Later, once we'd recovered enough to turn on our computers, we each went online and found the site.
Kat was intimidated by the fact that the notice said that it was "by invitation only". I suspected that this was only a mechanism for the owners to be able to screen out the people they didn't think would fit in. They didn't mention a cover charge but I had the feeling that there would be some kind of "donation" involved. So, since Kat was obviously interested in going, and I was damned sure I wanted to, we settled on a date when we'd both have enough extra cash to handle whatever contingencies might arise. Also, because of my job, it had to be a Saturday. June 5th became the big night.
Since I've done this a number of times in the last 19 years I don't think I was really aware of what Kat was going through, this being her first time. In fact I know I wasn't. For me there was a sense of anticipation, an eagerness, but I had a pretty good idea what to expect. We talked about it a few times and I knew she had fantasies coming up but only now, now that we've been through the experience together, do I have some understanding of how different it was for her.
The info page online said that the club opened at 9 pm and continued until 3 am so we agreed that we'd head out around 8 pm and have supper in Bullhead City before going to the club. I got home from work about 3 pm, did some chores, checked my computer for messages, chatted with Kat a bit, and then tried to take a nap with limited success. About 6:30 I got up to take a shower. Kat arrived about 7:45 wearing a blouse and skirt for the first time since I've known her; I thought she looked good and said so. She said something like, "Oh yeah, right." She'd printed out a map and found an RSVP number for the club and then told me she'd brought along her cell phone.
As we started out Kat said something about wearing a g-string under her skirt. And then we discussed her friend David's offer to videotape the two of us together. She wants to do it. I'm open to the idea but the one time he and I met he was distant so I feel the need for him and me to get to know one another better before making a decision. Amazing how things can go so quickly from purely online interactions to all sorts of real life possibilities.
Kat had recommended a restaurant called "The Black Bear" so we went there. She and I, on the two occasions we've eaten out, have had the curious habit of ordering the same or very similar things. This time we each ordered a salad that included a little bit of everything. Hers included little bits of everything that were somewhat different than mine but the general idea was the same. And they both were humongous. Which I could handle but she couldn't.
When we got back out to her truck she realized that there was a wet spot on her skirt. Mmmmmm. I think the lady doth like the idea of swing clubs. She had to have a cigarette to calm her nerves.
When she got back into the truck I pretty much forced her to call the club. My reasoning was that it was more likely we'd get in if she talked to them than if I did. Something else that she and I share is a distaste for making phone calls. But she did great. We did learn, however, that they didn't let people in until 10. So we had some time to kill.
Bang! We drove around to get the lay of the land, so to speak. Got lost. Back tracked. Found the place. Drove past it into the hills. Found a place where we could park, kiss, and I could finger her pussy through her thong. She said my kiss tasted like salami so she gave me some flavored gum. We drove back down the hills and I suggested we go to an adult bookstore since we had some more time to murder.
