Unknown - The swap club

After she left the stage, the lights went out, and another girl came on. But then, when she was done and the lights went out, I heard and felt a shuffling next to me and looked over. Debby had slipped back into our booth, and in the dark she hadn't dressed. She had left the boa backstage, but otherwise was dressed as she had finished her dance! Wow! She snuggled up next to me and put her hand in my lap. I put an arm around her and hugged her close. She smelled a bit sweaty, but even more so, she smelled horny, like her pussy juices were on overload. Not breaking stride, Debby unzipped my pants and pulled my erection out. I was painfully hard, but Debby cured this by shifting onto my lap and impaling herself on me. The relief was immediate. Debby leaned back against me and began to vigorously gyrate on my cock, moaning in my ear.

The next girl on stage damn near tripped when she saw us screwing. But Adriane came by and took our orders with a huge, shit eating grin. I ordered with what I hoped was a straight face, but my beloved simply moaned and nodded her head. We were still fucking when she returned, and she stood there and flashed her own tits and pussy at us till we came. Laughing, she picked up the unopened rubber, and left. Almost immediately, Debby went backstage and dressed, and we boogied our asses out of their and went back to our room. We laughed hysterically the entire trip and I told her I'd have to take to more strip joints. Debby enthusiastically agreed.

Later that night, much later, after several rounds of very, very heated passion, I asked her how much she had made.

"Ninety-six bucks! I counted it right away!"

I looked over, and said, "Who the hell was the cheapskate who stuffed in a dollar?"

Debby looked startled and then laughed again, before leaning over and grabbing my cock once more.

It was the day for the next party and Debby was coming by my office to pick me up. It was now the end of August, and the usual round of parties was disrupted for a weekend fling in the country. Ted and Alice West, several years older than anyone else in the group, owned a summer place up on Taylor Lake. For years now, the last party of the summer was a weekend long fuckfest at their camp, which was supposed to be very secluded and private. The Wests were, in fact, two of the founding members of our little group. He was a news anchor on a local TV station, and both were in their early forties. Still, aside from grayish blonde hair, both were in excellent shape, with bodies that looked ten years younger. Alice, in particular, had a very taut, muscular body, with small tits and a really tight pussy. She had come in second during the Olympics Night competition.

So Debby took the boys down to stay with her mom for the weekend and then drove back to pick me up. Since we live twenty-five minutes from where I work, in the opposite direction from the lake, it made sense for her to pick me up, rather than for me to drive home first. She wasn't sure when she'd get there, so I planned on keeping my afternoon free of appointments, and simply bug out whenever she showed up. I mean, it's never all that busy on Friday afternoon anyway. It was about three when I glanced out my window to see her pulling into the parking lot.

I stood and waved to her. Debby saw me and waved back, then pulled up to the rear entrance. I cleaned off my desk and grabbed my jacket, then headed out to leave. Debby was still behind the wheel, so I slid in the passenger side to ride shotgun. I leaned over to kiss her, and she put it in gear. Surprisingly, she was wearing a business suit. A tight, tailored, khaki colored outfit, jacket and knee length skirt, cream colored frilly blouse, matching heels. Not what I was expecting for a weekend getaway. But before I could ask, she was talking.

"You'll never guess what Mom did. When she told the general the boys were coming down, he told her to bring them over to the base. He's going to let them sleep over in a barracks tonight and give them a cook's tour all day tomorrow. Brian and Jimmy are so excited!"

"Wow!" I agreed. "I'd of loved that when I was a kid. What, is he going to stay with them tonight?"

"Um, hum. He was there at the house, and we loaded them into an open topped Jeep or something, and off they roared. The boys were even wearing these helmets he had brought over!"

I laughed. I could just envision these things drooped down around their shoulders.

"I wonder what your mom thinks of this. With him babysitting the boys, who's going to give her close order drill?"

"Jimmy, you pig! That's my mother you're talking about!" protested Debby. Still, she was smiling. "I suspect that's what the general was doing there that morning. Drilling Mom."

"They'll just have to use the parlor for a few days," I commented.

Debby just laughed, then turned the wheel sharply and pulled into a McDonald's. "Honey, do you mind if we eat early? I'm starved, and I have no idea when or if we eat tonight."

"Sure. But pull in and park. I eat while driving enough as is. Let's go inside."

Debby parked and we went in. After taking our burgers and fries to a small table, I asked her why the suit.

"Job interview," she mumbled out around a mouthful of fries.

"Huh? I thought you were going back to the gym this fall?" For several years now, ever since Brian had started school, Debby had been working part time at a fitness center in town. I told her she was fit to begin with, but she simply asked how I thought she stayed that way. What the hell, the kids were in school (she quits every summer). It keeps her from hanging around street corners, and she makes enough for pocket change and putting some in the bank. The pocket change she blows on clothes, occasionally fancy party outfits, more often hot and sexy nightgowns and such. Fuck Clothes, she calls them.

"I am. But Sue sold the place in June, and Margie told me the new owner's a bit of a stuffed shirt. I figured I better make a good impression." She kept eating.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And did you get the job?" I asked.

"Oh, sure. Really a formality. Mr. Benjamin's not that bad, and Margie put in the good word for me. No problem."

We finished in a few minutes, Debby cleaning up my fries. No lunch, I gathered. I took the keys from her as we headed to the car.

"Thanks, hon, I've been driving all day."

Getting back onto Route 40, I turned the car north and headed for the lake. After a few minutes, Debby leaned back with her hands above her head and stretched. She really extended, like a cat waking, and I kept one eye on her. Her skirt raised several inches above her knees, and the jacket looked like it was about to pop it's buttons. She looked over to see me watching, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I took my right hand off the wheel and dropped it to her left knee, just below the skirt. I idly rubbed the nylon covered flesh as I replied, "Why, nothing, dear." But I didn't remove my hand, and in fact moved it between her legs and slightly higher, at least as far as the tight skirt would allow.

Debby grinned. "James, what kind of woman do you think I am?"

"I know what kind of woman you are," I said grinning.

She unbuckled her seat belt and slid across the bench seat to the center, next to me. Arching her back slightly, she reached down and tugged the skirt higher. While still only at mid-thigh, it now allowed her legs to spread slightly, and I moved my fingers northward. I began to gently rub and massage her thigh through her hose.

Debby closed her eyes and leaned against me, moaning lowly deep in her throat. After several minutes like this, she quietly said, "Maybe we can stop along the way for a little tradition?"

"Capital idea." Awkwardly, I pushed my hand deeper between her thighs and was delighted to discover that Debby wasn't wearing pantyhose after all, but stockings. My fingers lingered above the tops. In response, Debby tugged the skirt even higher, and I soon was brushing my fingertips across thin lacy panties.