Chapter 10

It was after 2:00 and the crowd was beginning to thin out. The dance area was still busy but he sensed that the dancers were winding down, not warming up. He saw the door at the end of the hall open and the man who he now knew was Rash walk out and then close the door. His hair was as wet as it had been the last time that he saw him. His body was covered with sweat. The green towel was over his shoulders not around his waist. Gordon couldn't believe what he saw between the man's legs. It was hanging down halfway to his knees. It was glistening with a liquid. Though flacid, Gordon realized that it was as big around as his wrist. He knew where it had been and he knew the source of the liquid that covered its entire surface. The man took the towel from around his neck and wrapped it around his waist. He went to the locker area and before he went in the shower he whispered something to the black attendant.

Barbara was cuddled up next to Len. When they all climaxed at the same time a few minutes before, she was sure that she was finished for the night. Now, she seemed to be ready for more. There was an itch that hadn't been completely scratched. Len hugged her and said,

"Barbie you are something else. You're the best I've ever been with and believe me I've been with the best. You've raised the bar, that's for sure." She kissed him and reached for his limp cock. When she tried to stroke it, he grabbed her wrist and said, "baby between you and Rash's wife I'm wiped out. I won't be able to get hard again tonight. Are you still horny, honey?" "If you were up to it I wouldn't object," she said smiling at him.

"Well sugar, like I said, I'm finished but I know what you want, I know what you need. Why don't you slip out of the room freshen up. I'll get us a drink and take things from there. Meet me in the lounge." Gordon didn't see Barbara leave the room and disappear into the women's shower area. He did see Lenox at the bar getting a couple of drinks.

When he walked to the room at the end of the hall he expected to see the door closed as it had been for more than an hour, it wasn't, it was open. He stuck his head inside and was overwhelmed by the smell of sex.

As Barbara showered, she washed off the perspiration, her's and the men's. The warm water felt good. Before she entered the shower she saw that at the women's dressing table there was a hair dryer so she shampooed her damp hair. When she reached between her legs to wash that area, she was very tender but also unbelievably sensitive.

The damp terrycloth just lightly touching her clit brought her to another climax. She held on to the shower pipe until it passed.

It didn't take long for her to apply a fresh coat of makeup and blow dry her blonde locks. The towel she had been wearing was a mess so she got a fresh one. This time she didn't wrap it around her breasts but around her waist as she had seen one or two other women arrange their towels. Now, her breasts were bare and the slit was on her side.

She stepped back into her heels took a deep breath and walked out through the locker room and back into the lounge area.

Once again, Gordon wasn't prepared for his wife's surprises. She looked more radiant than when they arrived hours before. He couldn't believe her bare breasts. He thought he saw a hickey on the left one.

She smiled at him. "Hi, honey, having fun?" she asked.

"Apparently not as much fun as you're having. Are you ready to leave?" "You said this place doesn't close until 4:00." "I think that's right. I just thought that maybe you wanted to go back to the hotel where we can be alone." She kissed him lightly on the lips and said, "I do want that but let's stay here for a while okay? Len, he's the black man that I was with, wants to talk with me about something," then she turned and walked seductively to the table where Len was sitting.

As Gordon stood starring at the couple sitting at the small table, Rash and the woman he had seen getting the massage approached him. "Hello, I want to introduce myself and my lovely wife. This is Lena and I'm Rashid. We come here once or twice each month. May I tell you that your wife is very beautiful and an incredible lover," he said nodding his head toward the table where she and Len were in a deep conversation.

Gordon didn't know what was expected of him. After all, if there was a book of etiquette on swing club behavior he had never read it. A stranger had just complimented him on his wife's beauty and love-making skills. "Thanks," was the best that he could muster. He had to say that Rashid's wife was exotically beautiful. Her long black hair was parted in the middle. Her complexion was more golden than brown.

Her piercing eyes were nearly black. Without question, she was the second most beautiful woman in the club that night. The most beautiful woman was still talking with the black man at the corner table.

"So, Barbie, if I was recharged, you'd be ready to go again, is that right?" She sipped her glass of water, smiled and said, "maybe." "It's still early and this is the perfect place. Grab your glass and come with me." Gordon saw them stand and leave the table and walk toward the hall.