The Fucking For Fun Club was something that a friend told me about.

“Can you believe it Dawn, how can these people do such a thing, no love, no respect, no decency, just raw sex, like animals” Caroline told me one lunchtime when we were eating our packed lunches on a bench in the park next to where we worked.

“Really, people meet up and have sex with each other, people who hardly know each other, that’s disgusting, what is this world coming to?” I replied. “Is there really a place in this town where people do that sort of thing? I thought that this place was full of prudes.”

“Apparently they meet at the Red Lion every Friday night.”

“What, they have sex in a pub?”

“Not in the bar Dawn, I’m sure that the police would have something to say about that, in a function room upstairs.”

“So how do you know this Caroline, do you go there?”

“You’ve got to be joking Dawn, no, my neighbour said that she and her hubby were at the Red Lion one Friday night and they overheard 2 girls talking. They said that they were looking forward to going upstairs to get a good, anonymous fucking.”

“Wow Caroline, I’ve got to remember to stay away from that place, it sounds disgusting.”

“Yeah, I’ve told Bob never to take me there.”

Well that’s how it all started. I had lied to Caroline when I said that the Red Lion sounded like a disgusting place. In fact, what Caroline had told me really got my juices flowing and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all afternoon.

Maybe I should tell you a bit about myself. Dawn, 22 year-old, slim (Caroline says that I’m borderline anorexic but I’m not, I eat well, I just have a high metabolic rate and I exercise a lot). I’ve got long, dirty blonde hair and no one will ever be able to say that the carpets match the drapes because I hate body hair and have one of those IPL Laser Hair Remover machines.

I’m lucky in that my tits are small, an ‘AA’ cup and I have very little inner labia, but I do have nipples that are like pencil erasers most of the time, and a clit to match. It sticks out from behind its hood most of the time and it has a slightly purple, smooth tip that is soo sensitive. Even me thinking about anything to do with sex gets all 3 of them hard and tingly.

When Caroline was telling me about that ‘disgusting’ Red Lion, I could feel my nipples and clit tingling and throbbing a little. I hoped that Caroline didn’t notice the bulges in my tank top.

We have to wear these white lab coats at work and they hide my frequently hard nipples that are never covered by a bra, but we’d taken our lab coats off to go and sit in the park to eat our lunch.

Unlike Caroline, who is a couple of years older than me, I don’t have a boyfriend, just a few friends with benefits. I might look for a steady boyfriend some day, but definitely not in the next few years.

For most of the rest of the week I couldn’t stop thinking about the Red Lion and my imagination ran wild as I brought myself to more orgasms than usual in bed on those nights. I’d never been to the Red Lion before, but I was definitely going to go that Friday evening.

At work, it was a good job that we wore those lab coats because my nipples, and my clit were hard and tingling all day long.

I usually go to the gym straight from work on a Wednesday and Friday and when I got there on the Wednesday I discovered that I’d subconsciously packed my very short tennis skirt instead of my usual lycra shorts.

After a couple of seconds panic I thought,

“Sod it, I’ll wear the skirt and if anyone sees my bald pussy it’s their lucky day.”

I giggled a little to myself as I thought that there was a good chance that my pussy would get seen because I never wear knickers under my lycra shorts and the g-string that I’d worn for work was so wet that I didn’t want to put it back on.

Above my waist, at the gym, I usually wear a tank top and my nipples don’t usually bulge because I’m concentrating on working-out, but that Wednesday I was so horny that they were hard and were creating 2 little bulges on my chest. Again, because I was so horny, I thought,

“Sod it, I don’t care if people see them.”

As I went from machine to machine I noticed a couple of guys there staring at me, and when I looked at myself in the mirrors I saw my pussy a couple of times. It was wet and my clit was (as usual these days) not covered by my hood.

Seeing my bare pussy and guessing that those guys had seen it as well, only made me more horny than I had been when I arrived at the gym.

I ignored my exhibition and didn’t make any effort to not display myself, in fact, a couple of times I deliberately spread my knees more than was necessary for the machine that I was on.

The exercise cycle gave me an experience that I’d never had before. Whoever had used it before me had left the seat a little higher than I usually have it and I thought that I’d be okay without lowering it.