One Night in Club Decadence
Copyright© 2025 by Rajah Dodger
Chapter 2
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Two strangers meet at a very special club and learn sensual things about themselves
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction
His palm tingled, the warmth of her lips spreading out from the center and suffusing his entire body ... he clenched his fingers around it tightly and worked to regain his composure. Approved by the committee but not knowing what the key was for -- something about the explanation didn’t ring true, but Angie’s magical presence and her effect on him was more than enough to offset minor quibbles. He took another look at her -- the deep cleavage of her dress made prominent the contrast of her skin tones with the darker fabric. The overall effect seemed to him more provocative than he remembered from the dance floor, and he wondered at the talent of the dressmaker who could arrange so much without part of her bra showing.
“Follow me, then,” he said as he took her hand. Turning, he opened the door to the men’s lockers, somehow sure that she wouldn’t hesitate to cross that threshold. Indeed, her fingers tightened on his but there was no sense of her holding back. “You’ll have a locker just like this in the women’s section; someone must have dropped the ball when they took you through the orientation. That’s what the key is for. I’m sorry but I wouldn’t be able to tell you where yours is.”
He scanned the numbers on the lockers as they walked until he found the one he had been told was his. He paused, a faint worry at the back of his mind about opening an unknown package in the presence of a woman he’d just met. Still, she had been vouchsafed by the committee, so...
He turned the key in the lock and opened the door, moving so as to block her view. His eyes widened; the locker was empty save for three items. One was a black blindfold; the second was a card noting that the sauna was now open around the clock, although attendants would only be available until 2am. He lifted the third item, a wisp of green fabric that turned out to be a pair of high-cut forest green panties, the color quite similar to the dress that Angie was wearing.
Thinking of her dress reminded him that she was waiting behind him, undoubtedly confused by his silence. He turned to attempt an explanation of the locker’s contents, only to collide with her as she attempted to see what this surprise package consisted of. They both stumbled, and he slid his free arm (the one not holding the panties) around her to keep her from falling. His hand landed as if by magnetism on her lower back, and while attempting to regain her balance she unintentionally ground her waist repeatedly against him.
After a bit of confusion, Angie was once again fully upright, but made no attempt to step away from him, nor even to reduce the friendly warm pressure of her hips against his groin. Obeying an unbidden instinct, and blithely discarding his normal reserve, he slid his hand up her spine to her upper back and used that pressure to bring her face close. His lips moved to hers, and he lost himself for a timeless moment in the sudden heat of their kiss.
The kiss completely took her by surprise, although it was a pleasant surprise. The contact of his lips sent heat rushing directly downward. His hand applying pressure also succeeded in bringing her into ever-closer contact with his groin area and she could feel the intensity of his excitement pressing into her.
It was a tentative kiss at first, as if he was seeking permission to enjoy her. She hesitantly reached for his mouth with the tip of her tongue ... teasing and tracing the outline of his lips. She felt another shiver pass through him. She grew more bold and grasped his bottom lip ever so gently with her teeth and brought it barely into her mouth ... sucking softly.
Feeling a bit lightheaded, she brought her hand to his cheek and trailed her fingers across it down to his neck. Finally, she leaned her head back and slowly opened her eyes to look up at him.
Reaching to grasp his hand, she found the panties with her fingertips. With a look of mock surprise, she gazed at him and said, “And just what do we have here?” She tugged them free from his hand, and as she dangled the scrap of forest green silk and lace in front of his eyes, she had to suppress a devilish grin as she saw the look of embarrassment cross his face.
Roger was in over his head, and enjoying every moment of it. Angie’s kiss was like liquid fire running through his veins, and he let his free hand slide down her skirt to cup her bottom, which fit into his palm like it was designed that way.
Her hand glided over his, and she pulled the panties free triumphantly, waving the incriminating garment as if she’d caught him with his pants down. In a sense she had, but he quickly realized that since she was not a regular member then she couldn’t have been privy to the personal disclosures he’d divulged to the club committee. He silently thanked the lucky coincidence of color between the daring lingerie and her dress.
“I guess the club knows more about us than they let on,” he replied. Despite the confusion and embarrassment, he hadn’t moved the hand resting softly on her bottom, and he felt a pulse in his groin with every breath and wriggle Angie made. “They told me in the orientation meeting that I’d find what I needed from time to time in the locker. Maybe they put these in after you arrived this evening.” It sounded plausible to him, and he watched Angie’s eyes as she mulled over the explanation.
The look in her eyes was suddenly replaced by one of shrewdness, and it occurred to Roger that he might have jumped from the frying pan into the fire with that fiction. After all, on reflection, why would the club give him a pair of panties for Angie? But she didn’t bring up that question; instead, she reached over his shoulder and brought out the blindfold and the card announcing the sauna hours. She held them thoughtfully for a minute, then leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m not sure you’re right about that ... but look, they have a sauna!”
When Roger’s hand slid down to her bottom, Angie felt as if she had been branded. She intentionally wriggled a bit as if trying to settle herself even more into his hand. She was sure that her movements were adding to the heated atmosphere between them.
She had a feeling that he might be stretching the truth a bit about the coincidence between the color of the dress she was wearing and the color of the panties from his locker ... he seemed to be covering for something but she was not sure what it might be. At the moment Angie decided to overlook this little bit of “fiction” ... if indeed that was what it was. She was also quite curious about what might be lying in wait in her own locker. However, from what she had caught a glimpse of in Roger’s locker, it seemed that the contents of hers could quite possibly wait until later. The thought of Roger placing a blindfold on her ... or possibly giving it to her to blindfold him was quite enticing ... as was the knowledge of there being a sauna at the Club.
She really wished she could have given him another kiss like their first ... instead of the peck ... but her curiosity had bested her. “What do you say we explore, Roger,” and with that she took hold of his hand and started off in the direction of the sauna. So quickly, as a matter of fact, that she caused poor Roger to stumble!
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