Club Erotica

     Marsha had become bored with her holiday in London.  All the other girls in the flat that she shared found enjoyment in shopping, theater and constant brunches.  She wanted more.  She wanted and experience that would create lifelong memories.  Something that would ignite something in her.

     Therefore, when she overheard a neighbor talking about an underground club in a seedy part of London, she couldn’t contain inviting herself along.  From her audio intrusion, she knew that this ‘Club Erotica’ would be brimming with various girls native to London with no inhibitions as it pertains to the erotic.  This moistened Marsha.  She had long wanted to explore the pleasures associated with a dip in the lady pond, but never became presented with an opportunity.

      Later that evening, after her naïve, unadventurous mates left for yet another show, Marsha slipped into nothing more than a body hugging, knee-length dress and hills.  She pulled her hair up into a seductive messy bun and admired her physique in the bathroom mirror.  Her mind began to fantasize about the utter debauchery she presumed would fill her night.  The erotic visions dancing about her head made her loins pulse and moisten. 

     After a short cab ride, she and her curvaceous neighbor arrived at what looked no different than an aged store front with plain sign in the window that read, “Club Erotica: Where Wet Dreams Come True”.   As the tight bodied duo stepped through the entrance, Marsha noticed that her club mate’s derriere was perfectly shaped and quite endowed.  Once through the door, she looked about and saw a multitude of girls engaging in several stages of erotic pleasure.  As arousing as the scenes of her new found London were, presently, all she could think about was diving into the girls that has been within arm’s reach for months now.

     Marsha’s hardened nipples were obvious beneath her dress.  Her neighbor noticed as they reached the bar and she turned to ask if she wanted a drink.  The buxom brunette licked the bottom of her top lip and began to dance seductively while gazing into Marsha’s eyes.  As if unaware that she was surrounded by a multitude of girls, Marsha stepped closer and exposed her perky, plump breast. 

     Within seconds, her right breast was in the mouth of her mate and her vagina was filled with two fingers not her own.  After completely lubricating her fingers with Marsha’s juices, the young woman placed them into Marsha’s mouth. While tasting her own sweetness, Marsha slid up the dress of her target and began to journey to her knees.  There were no panties in her way.  Simply a very generous portion of woman staring Marsha in the face, beckoning her to taste. 

     Before given any thought, Marsha had a clitoris cradled within her tongue, a hand on a breast and another massaging her own erotic zone.  Her mate clinched the edges of the bar as her breathing increased and her legs spread widen to welcome the virgin tongue.  Just as she felt herself begin to squirt onto the floor, her girl of the night rain down upon her as well.