So this story arose from a chat with a good friend, thanks Lil Red for everything.!
My girlfriend of some 5 years had a major birthday coming up, so after some research and planning and financial transfers, I set up what was to be an answer to a fantasy she had revealed to me after a hard day of drinking and incredible sex.
Sex with Kelsey was never boring, in fact we had broken so many boundaries that sex with any other woman held little interest to me. So as I made the plans, I was very turned on myself and often found myself day dreaming with my average sized cock in my hand.
She could tell I was planning something big, but I fended off her attempts at good natured bribery, blackmail, and bluster with utter success, unless you count the two weeks without sex! I allowed her to know the date of the event, so that morning she pushed me out of the house, not letting me even see her before her shower.
My day was long and full of worthless meetings, the occasional interrogative text from Kelsey keeping me on my toes and my underwear tight. My commute was a blur and my BMW was in the garage before I knew I was home.
Kelsey met me at the door with a robe over her tall, lean figure. I wasn't fooled, her hair was perfect, her makeup as if it wasn't there, and her toenails gleamed with a new coat of polish.
"Give me ten minutes babe" I smiled as I ran to the bedroom. "The Uber will be here in 15 minutes!" I shouted as I pulled off my work clothes and put on my best silk pants and silk button down, a nicely cut sport coat and comfortable loafers finished my look.
I came down the stairs just as the black Uber pulled up out front. Kelsey laughed and made me exit first, enabling me to get to the Tahoe and open the door. Glancing back it was as if the world held its breath, Kelsey turned from locking the front door wearing the shortest black little dress I had ever seen. Her dark red hair was coiffed perfectly above her bare neck and shoulders, the dress open to reveal the curves of her perfect full breasts, her arms bare other than a black wrap over her left forearm. Her tan legs perfect as she strode in matching black high heels up to the car.
Her eyes laughing as she knew she was a knockout in a tight dress, having pulled out all of the stops, possibly as revenge, possibly just because she could pull off wearing a potato sack and make traffic stall.
We sipped champagne in the car as we drove into town, the conversation light as we both danced around the evening to come. I was relieved when her hand grabbed mine as we pulled into downtown.
She was surprised when the driver passed her favorite French restaurant and stopped another half block down. The front of the establishment was bland yet clean.
The door swung open as we got out of the car, a large black man smiled, "Hood Party of two, right on time" ushering us inside without much furor. "You must be Red, or is that Kelsey" he said to my girlfriend, taking her hand in his larger hands.
He kept her hand and lead us down a dark corridor which opened into a small amphitheater with about a dozen plush leather lazyboys double the usual size set just outside a low stage with a curtain about 5 feet back.
The man pointed out the self serve bar, a cupboard with an array of questionable legal substances and a tray of various food with a covered steam bath keeping snacks hot. Seating Kelsey close to the stage before he turned to me, his hand out, I slipped as him a tip as he left, his knowing wink made my stomach clench as we both knew what was coming. The door closed silently behind him, leaving my girlfriend and I alone for the first time in an hour.
"What is all this, a private show?" Kelsey asked as I handed her a vodka gimlet.
Taking a bite of a hor d'oeuvres from our shared plate. "Well that is part of it, a private show that might just fulfill a fantasy " I replied.
We snacked and drank and even smoked a fragrant joint before the lights dimmed twice. I joined Kelsey with a fresh drink just as the lights dimmed completely and two spotlights began to circle the stage.