I'm new to writing and when I originally relived this story it felt too long. I separated it out and felt each part could be read as it's own story. I wasn't going to post Pt 2., but a number of people hit me up asking how the night ended. This is it and no, nothing has happened since. Here is Pt. 1
I set her glass on the sink and stood outside of the curtain. I could hear the water hitting the shower floor with a steady and consistent sound without any variations. I immediately felt she must be waiting for me to join her. I pulled back the curtain and stepped in and there she was standing under the water, with her eyes closed, letting it run down her face, across her neck and down the front of her body. I stood there taking in all that I could see and found my hardness with my hand. I stepped towards her as she moved her face forward and opened her eyes. She placed her hands on my side and raised her lips to mine. We kissed hard, but not like before. There was passion behind the kiss, but the raw energy that was the earlier wasn’t present. I felt her warm tongue make her way into my mouth as the water hit parts of my face and body. My hands had moved to her ass and I pulled her forward so I could feel her body against mine. We kissed and I occasionally ran my tongue across her lips and upper neck letting the shower water flow over my tongue.

She pulled away from me with her eyes closed and I stepped back from the water; her hands never leaving my sides. Feeling coldness from the air outside the curtain I slowly moved around her and under the shower head. Facing her, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back to feel the water on my face. I raised my arms and gently rubbed my face and I could feel her eyes on me. I opened my mouth and licked my lips to feel the water. I lowered my head as I felt her mouth on my chest letting the water run across her lips between her kisses.

“What are you thinking about,” I asked ask moved my hands up her arms to her neck.

“We can’t do this again,” she said in a sobering tone as she stepped forward pressing her body against mine while her hands moved gently around my hips and up my back.

“I agree,” I said as I raised her head and looked her in the eyes noticing her hard nipples resting against my skin.

I stroll through the old German castle enjoying the sights and sounds of the slave auction. Scores of young women are on display, tightly bound or obediently holding positions of humiliating vulnerability

I just discovered this sub and immediately thought of this story. I apologize in advance, I'm not the greatest writer but I can assure you that this story is true. This all happened just over two years ago, I was (and still am) working as a fire fighter/paramedic in a major US city. I was 28 at the time and while I'm not, nor was I then, the type to land in one of those 'sexy firemen' calendars, I workout regularly and keep myself in pretty good shape (not to mention that I've been told on several occasions the uniform does wonders with the ladies). I've always thought that one of the most satisfying parts of a fire fighters job is our interaction with the general public. Mostly that is accomplished on the scene of fires/car wrecks/heart attacks/etc. Thankfully we also get to interact with people in non-emergency settings. One such setting is on weekends when we sit outside the station and talk/give tours to passer-bys. It was on such a weekend I met Julia. I had seen her come by the station before with her young son and talk up a bunch of the guys, but on this particular Sunday it was just me outside when she came up. Everything started out innocent enough, her son entertained himself with the bells and whistles on the rigs and Julia and I made small talk. I found out she was Polish, 29 years old, had a husband that worked as a truck driver and was gone for stretches of time and that most of the time it was just her and her son at home. It did not take a degree in psychology to tell that she was lonely. At this point I can tell you there was a reason that whenever Julia came around the station she was speaking with a 'group' of guys. Julia was a fox! About 5'6", 110 lbs., dirty blonde hair, very cute face with a firm c cup and a nice round ass. She also seemed to like to wear these short skirts and tight tank tops that really drew attention to her fit body. For the most part our conversation that first time remained simple but towards the end it started to become a little more personal and flirty. She began asking me about myself, where I live, where I like to go out when I'm not at work, if I have a wife or girlfriend, etc. I told her where I lived, where I drink and that I was currently single. She listened politely enough as I spoke about my neighborhood but I couldn't help but notice her eyebrows raise as I mentioned that I was single.

Earlier this year I had my first visit to a sex club. I wanted it to be a positive and memorable experience so I chose one of the classier, more upper end varieties that my friends E and D had recommended on the grounds of cleanliness and quality. They kindly agreed to be my escorts and we would respect boundaries. We would try to avoid each other beyond the bar area, where things generally got a bit more 'heated'. The dress theme was sexy and I thought I would keep it subtle (to some extent) with a lace black dress and black high heels. D was in a suit and E, the alpha female of the world, donned a sexy leather skirt with a very revealing red G string top that only just covered her nipples. As we arrived and payed up, and dropped off our bags into the changing area to get the full tour. It was basically a posh hotel, but lighting was dim and sexy, and there was nude art work everywhere. There was a special designated ‘play area’ which people congregate to later in the evening and a hot tub/pool area reserved for debauchery. I was both nervous and excited at the thought of what was to come. We then entered the bar area where most people were gathered. The men were all in suits and the other women wore a variety of revealing outfits, some in clear fishnet dresses that flashed their underwear beneath, others in corsets or more fetishistic outfits. Killer heels and tight fitting clothing seemed to be a standard. The age range varied from 20-40s but was mostly an older crowd that consisted of (almost exclusively) couples. Then it occured to me: I was the only single female there! A few minutes in and we were chatting to some of the couples. It was kept innocent at first, and I was in my element mingling with the attractive elite of swingers from across the country. This kind of foreplay is important. As we flirted, my mind would wander; I was curious to know what these people looked like and sounded like as they were having sex. I wondered how they would fuck, and what combinations of couples would work well. My dirty mind was racing. However, these people were, in non sexual terms, interesting characters, so I carried on my civilised chats and after my confidence grew, I split off from E and D to explore the different areas of the club. They had met a couple that had taken a shining to them, and I also thought that it was best to leave them to it. After some more discussion the atmosphere became less busy and clothing was stripped off gradually.

I was definitely dumbfounded. Jody just fucked my high school biology teacher and let me watch. I need some air! Hours went by before I returned home. Planting myself on the couch, I looked toward the bedroom: the door was slightly ajar. I lightly walked over and peered inside. Innocence overcame me - Jody lay on her side tucked in my bed, alone. She looked so cute and precious - who would’ve known that my shy, little cousin would’ve turned out to be such a voluptuous bombshell slut? She could have her way with any guy she chose