Erotica | Holiday Romance
Ayla’s Erotic Advent Calendar — December 21st
The lights on my newly acquired Christmas tree glowed, brightening up the gray morning light. I loved it so much that I wondered why I’d never bothered in the past, and I decided to keep it up until the dreary winter weather had passed.
My Christmas spirit was usually in short supply, but this year was different. I’d kept every one of Jake’s advent notes, and I was going through them all, reading his words and smiling at the wicked memories we’d created. Jake and I had created many adventures over the years and had shared many milestones, but nothing like what we’d done in the past three weeks.
I was still wistfully daydreaming when the knock on my door notified me of my most recent delivery:
Good morning, hotness,
You are a very wicked woman! I should be annoyed that I have allowed you to lead me astray and blacken my snowy white reputation. I can’t believe you jumped me in that elevator yesterday!
Anyway, tonight, I have a very special treat in store for both of us. I have a trial membership for a rather unusual club that I would like to take you to. You need to be prepared to have an open mind for this one. It might just be our biggest adventure yet! I’ll pick you up at seven.
Your innocent friend, Jake x
I had no idea what he meant by “unusual club” but I knew better than to try and glean any further information from him.
The Uber was empty when I climbed into it later that night, and the driver informed me Jake would be meeting me at our destination. The car took me into one of the newer business areas of the city, where small car repair shops sat alongside dance studios and physiotherapy offices.
We pulled to a stop outside what appeared to be a huge black warehouse with no windows. The parking lot was full of some very upmarket rides, and Jake stepped out of the shadows to open my door.
He looked a little cagey but pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss. Pulling away, he held my face in his hands. “Now, remember I told you to keep an open mind. If you’re unhappy and you want to leave, just tell me.”
I nodded, super intrigued as to what this place could possibly be. There was a set of ornate double doors decorated with a carved letter “V,” but aside from that, there was no indication to show what this building was. I watched as Jake took a key card from his wallet and pushed it into a reader, followed by a six-digit code. The automatic lock clunked, and Jake pushed the door open and held it for me as I walked inside.
We entered what appeared to be a very luxurious lobby area where a beautiful woman sat behind a desk. She smiled as we approached her, and Jake introduced himself. “Ah, Mr. Rivers! Mr. Stanton told me you would be coming tonight. So, this is your first visit?”
Jake nodded, looking a little nervous, and I wondered where the hell we were that was making him so unsure of himself. “Yes, I had the tour last week. This is Ayla. She’s never been here before.
The woman shook my hand and smiled. “Well, I’m Connie, and I will make sure you have a great first experience. We are so pleased you’ve both joined us tonight. Mr. Stanton told me about your request, and everything is ready for you. Why don’t we start you off with some drinks, and you can enjoy the floor show.”
She led us down some stairs into what I assumed was a basement area, but it opened up into the most luxurious nightclub I’d ever seen. There was a very different vibe about this club, and I picked up on it straight away. There were semi-circular, plush booths around the outside of a small dancefloor and in front of the dancefloor was a stage where a couple were dancing.
A young woman led us to one of the booths and got us set up with drinks. “Drinks are complementary tonight,” she told us with a smile.
My eyes were wide as I looked around and got my bearings. I could feel Jake’s hand on my knee squeezing tight as I took everything in, but strangely, he didn’t speak. Everyone was beautifully dressed, and many of the couples seated in the booths looked like they were making out; in fact, one of them looked like they were having full-on sex with the woman astride the man grinding furiously onto his crotch.
I turned my attention to the dancers on the stage. The male dancer was wearing a pair of very revealing ballet tights and nothing else, while the woman wore a short dress with a thong underneath. Their dance was deeply sensual as they writhed against each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies.
I finally turned to my silent friend. “Jake, where the fuck are we?”
He looked thoughtful before he replied. “This is Voyeurs. It’s a very special kind of private members club. People come here to enjoy themselves… sexually.”
“So, it’s a sex club,” I said plainly.
He grinned a little sheepishly, “Yeah, it’s a sex club, but a very nice one. Do you want to dance with me?”
He led me to the dancefloor, where slow jazz music was playing. Holding me close to him, he buried his face in my hair, one hand roaming up under the hemline of my dress. “Here, we can do whatever we like, wherever we like,” he whispered into my ear. “I could fuck you right here on the dancefloor, and no one would blink an eye.”
I pulled away and looked into his eyes. “Is that why you brought me here? To fuck me on the dancefloor?”
“No, but it’s a liberating thought, isn’t it?”
I could feel his steely erection pressing into me as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. The combination of the sensual music, the dancers on the stage and the feeling of being free to do whatever we wanted was a heady thought, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, totally lost in the experience. “I want you to fuck me, Jake. Wherever you want. Whenever you want.”
His earlier uncertainty had left him, and my fiery lover had returned. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Ayla, but not yet. I have a little surprise for you first.”
He led me away from the dance floor to a set of stairs, and we climbed to the first floor. It overlooked the dancefloor and everything that was happening in the club, but there were also a series of numbered doors. He was clearly looking for the right one, and when we got to the door marked “seven,” he used his key card, and we entered.
We were in a long, narrow room with a couple of couches and an ottoman, but in front of us was a huge floor-to-ceiling window that looked into what appeared to be a large hotel room. There was a shower set off to the side, but it was arranged so we could see everything inside the room.
“Are we going in there?” I asked, thinking maybe he had brought me to this room to fuck me.
“No, just watch.”
After a minute or so, a couple entered the room, and I gasped. “Who are they?”
He chuckled. “Just watch, and stop asking questions. It will all become clear.”
He was holding me tightly from behind, and I could feel the energy pouring off him like an electrical current. Whatever was about to happen was exciting him, and his hands roamed restlessly over my body as I observed the couple in the room.
They embraced, kissing passionately, very much in the same way that we had earlier. The woman was wearing a button-through dress, and very slowly, her partner started to unfasten the buttons, pushing her dress off onto the floor. She was wearing black lacy lingerie, and when she put one foot up onto a low ottoman, I could see her panties were crotchless. Sinking to his knees, her partner pulled her hips close to him and buried his face in her pussy, licking and teasing her with his tongue. She gripped his shoulders, urging him on, but it was her face that fascinated me. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open in an expression of uncontained passion. I’d watched porn before, but this was very different. It was real, and it was raw, and it was incredibly hot.
My eyes were glued to the couple, unable to look away, and I felt completely absorbed in what they were doing. Jake’s hand pushed up under my dress and stroked over the front of my lace panties, pushing them to one side. My pussy was drenched just from the scene that was playing out in front of me, and he groaned as he rubbed my juices around my clit. “These are in the way.”
Kneeling behind me, he pulled my panties down my legs, and I stepped out of them, keeping my eyes on the other couple the whole time. He pulled my legs apart, widening my stance, before he stood up again. “You are so fucking wet, Ayla. You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“Do they know we’re here?”
“They know someone’s here; that’s why they do it. They can’t see us, though.”
The woman in front of me started to orgasm, clutching her partner’s shoulders and bucking her pussy into his face. Her face was one of pure ecstasy, and when she was satisfied, he got to his feet and kissed her passionately before she started to undress him. While this was going on, Jake was plunging his fingers into my pussy, his thumb making circles on my clit, while I was trying to hold off my orgasm, wanting to make this experience last.
The man in the room was now naked, and his partner was on her knees, sucking his cock with enthusiasm. He pushed her head away from him, and she stood up, bending over the ottoman with her legs splayed. From our viewpoint, you could see everything as her pussy glistened wet with her juices.
He turned her sideways, and I got the impression it was so we could see what was about to happen, and then he plunged his cock into her hard. Lost in this other world, I hadn’t heard Jake unzip his fly, and I felt his cock nudge against me. “Put your hands on the glass and bed over, I want to fuck you at the same time he’s fucking her.”
I followed his instructions and groaned loudly as he entered me. It was as if our two worlds had merged; the strangers in the room and Jake and I both fucking in unison. The intensity of the situation was both shocking and thrilling, and I felt a powerful orgasm building in me, screaming my release. I watched as the guy in the next room reached his climax as Jake shot hot cum deep inside me.
The strangers retreated to the shower, and Jake and I held each other for a long time. I had so many questions, questions about what I’d just witnessed, about how I felt about it, but I had no words to ask them, so I just held onto him and listened to his thundering heartbeat echoing my own.
