Eros: Collection of Stories

“Why am I here?” Brandi mumbled to herself while looking in her rearview mirror, adjusting her black eyeliner with a shaky pinky finger. She asked herself the same question repeatedly on the highway to her destination, again once she reached the parking lot, and since she was nervous, she was sure she would ask herself at least a dozen more times before the night was over. She glanced at her cell phone. 10:51 p.m. Nine minutes until D-day. Or, as she liked to call it, dick day. Her lips curved into a smile despite her nervousness. She couldn’t deny that she was excited about what lay ahead, and the uncertainty just added to the atmosphere of desire. The conflicting emotions made her alternately queasy and eager at the same time.

“Why am I here?” Brandi thought again. She felt the familiar ache between her legs, her pussy seeming to pulse on an imaginary dick that she had yet to find in real life. Oh yeah, she sighed. That was why she was here. She hadn’t had sex in almost a year. Not since the day she walked into her church’s audio room and saw her husband of four years giving Sister Janelle a music lesson she’d never forget. Brandi’s mind drifted back to the moment she realized her marriage was over. She’d driven to the church to give her husband, Robert, the lunch he’d left at home. She would normally call him beforehand, but she thought it would be a nice surprise since the hours he was putting in for the annual fall conference kept him away from home longer every day. She pulled into the parking lot, finding it odd that there were only two cars in the lot for the supposedly large and important early morning meeting – or at least that was the reason Rob gave her for why they had a quickie that morning. Brandi had opened the door and walked briskly toward her husband’s domain where the door was slightly ajar. She smiled. Robert could normally be found there adjusting, fixing and tinkering with the sound in a labor of love. Brandi slowed as she heard soft moans, and the unmistakable sound of skin hitting skin in a slow, steady pace. She stopped and stood stock still, heat flushing from her core and rushing up her body to reach her ears, which were now roaring. She walked quietly to the opening and peered into the room, shocked at what she saw. She was sure that if anyone saw her then, they would have said she looked like a bug eyed beagle. There stood her Robert, her love, pants around his ankles exposing those toned, bowed legs she’d always teased him about. He had the smooth, light hip of Janelle gripped in one hand while his other hand wrapped around her long ponytail, directing her ass steadily back to the position he wanted. Janelle was bent slightly over the mixing console, her legs straining in her tangerine high heels and her breasts hung, nipples rubbing against the knobs as she moaned in time with his thrusts. Brandi dropped the lunch and backed up quickly, not hearing the lovers scramble for their clothes nor heeding to Robert’s calls for her to wait, or his pleas for her to understand that Janelle meant nothing.

Brandi sighed again and shook off the sadness that settled upon her from her memories. That was all in the past, and she’s most certainly over it. On to new things, she told herself. She shifted to rub her thighs together attempting to smolder the fire burning between her legs and ran her hand over her tightly coiled mane while still peering in the mirror, alternating between pulling and smoothing to get her wild, naturally curly hair shaped like she wanted. Her dark brown roots extended into glowing, sensual dark red ends which betrayed her meek facade and let the world see just a glimpse of her wild side – though most people she knew would tell you quite certainly that she didn’t have one. If this were a year ago, Brandi would have agreed. She glanced at her phone again. 11:00 p.m. Her stomach dropped. Showtime. With one last thought that she could always turn around and go home, she gathered her courage and pushed the doubt away. Tugging down her short skirt, she opened her car door and walked toward the florescent blue sign that read “Entrance.” As Brandi reached the door it swung open, and music blared out greeting her with the promise of festivities and fun. She reached for the handle, but dropped her hand as she saw a large, Terry Crews looking bouncer – complete with chocolate bald head and bulging muscles - holding the door open. He gave Brandi a quick glance and intoned “ID!” in a gruff, uninterested voice. She juggled her purse straps, unzipped her pocketbook and pulled out her ID quickly, glad she’d cleaned out her purse earlier. If she hadn’t, a simple task like finding her ID could have easily taken her 15 minutes or more. Her mind drifted as he checked her ID and patted her down. Did she put those condoms in her bag? She was so nervous she couldn’t remember. She’d need them tonight, if things went her way.

“You’re all set!” the bouncer said, waving her through. Brandi put her ID back in her purse, took a deep breath, then stepped into the building to experience her first swinger’s club.

She had walked no more than four feet into the club and stopped completely when a half-naked, caramel skinned woman strode by in a thong, crop top and stiletto heels. Her ass bounced in cadence as her feet struck the ground. Brandi looked down at her own attire. The woman’s skimpy outfit made Brandi’s short skirt and leather jacket seem downright geriatric. She began removing her jacket and surveying her surroundings. The lights were dim, but red, blue and green strobe lights flashed to reveal patrons sitting at the bar and on black couches lining two long walls. A dance floor with a pole through the middle ran the length of the third wall, and a large bar jutted out the fourth wall. Brandi headed straight for the bar and perched on a bar stool, placing her jacket and purse in her lap. She needed a drink to calm her nerves before she turned around and walked right back out the door.

“Moscato, please!” Brandi held up her money to get the bartender’s attention. As soon as her drink was set in front of her she picked it up took a large gulp, wishing the airy feeling it gave her would kick in sooner rather than later.

“Mmmm mmmm umph!” Brandi heard in her right ear. “God must have been passing out perfect tens on the day he made you because you are all of that!”

Brandi turn slowly toward the voice, hoping to see a tall, muscular dark-skinned man with waves and a pretty smile. This will be easier than I thought, she said to herself. Instead, Brandi almost jumped off the stool at the sight of the man that stood beside her. Besides his short, 5’5” stature, this man had crooked teeth and a jheri curl, which leaked activator juice all over his bright gold 1980s sweat suit. He pushed his hair back to prevent juice from leaking in his eyes and revealed gold rings on all his fingers. Was he going for pimp chic? So much for this being easy, Brandi thought. I should have stayed home.

“My name is Daryl, and giving pleasure is what I do,” he said with a crooked smile. He stuck his activator laced hand out for Brandi to shake. Brandi declined politely, placing her hand up to keep distance between the two of them.

“I’m sorry, uh, Donald, but I’m with someone and, uh-”

“Well where is he? Maybe we can do a little threesome,” Daryl wiggled his hips.

“Uhhh, we’re not into threesomes and he, uhh-”

“Well I saw you walk in by yourself. How about a little play with my little Daryl until your man arrives?”

“Uhhh,” Brandi searched around and saw a man walk into the room by himself. “Well, uhh, see there! He just walked in! It was nice meeting you, bye!” Brandi downed the rest of her moscato, grabbed her purse and jacket and walked purposefully to the man she completely lied about knowing.

“Hi, my name is Brandi and I need you to save me from that man with the bad breath and terrible jheri curl standing by the bar.” Brandi looked at the startled expression on this stranger’s face and watched as it transformed into an amused smile.

“Sure,” he said. He reached his arms around her waist and bent to give her a slow, welcoming kiss. He pulled back slightly and gave her a hug. “My name is Paul, by the way.” He took her hand a led her over to an empty black couch near a corner. They sat and Paul pulled her close, taking her free hand and placing kisses on her knuckles.

“Nice to meet you Paul.”

“Likewise, Brandi. Do you always attract that type of attention? If you, do, you may need a permanent bodyguard,” Paul said jokingly.

“I promise I usually don’t –“ Brandi looked into Paul’s eyes and stopped midsentence. She hadn’t noticed his dark brown eyes before, but now she did along with his Afrocentric nose, neatly trimmed mustache and goatee, and strong chin. She couldn’t resist placing a hand on his chest and it was confirmed that his body was just as toned underneath his clothes as it looked with his clothes on. This was one fine man and she immediately decided he was the one she would fuck tonight.

“Brandi?” Paul asked.

“Sorry my thoughts drifted for a minute. I normally don’t get hit on like that, but since you did such a good job of getting me out of that situation, I just might hire you full time,” Brandi said jokingly.

“I’d love that position, just tell me how to fill out the job application,” Paul said in a low voice.

“Oh my, it’s getting hot in here,” said Brandi, fanning herself. It had been so long since she engaged in shameless flirting. She hardly ever did it with her ex-husband; he said there was no point since they were already married. Paul chuckled at her gesture.

“Let’s go somewhere cooler.” Paul stood and tugged her hand to pull her up. They walked to a dimly lit exit sign which led to a fenced in gazebo outside. There were two couples already outside enjoying the breeze on the reclining lawn chairs. The first couple, a lady with a long weave and a Nicki Minaj booty was straddling a man with dreadlocks, feeding her nipples to him. He gripped her waist and suckled her nipples as if her milk was the only nourishment he needed in life. The woman’s soft moans were punctuated by her pleas for him to suck harder, and her cries for him not to stop. The other couple was well past the foreplay stage and were straight up fucking. A young, petite brown skinned woman was doing the reverse cowgirl on a middle aged white man. She let her head hang backwards and her lover guided her hips so his dick would hit her spot, the one that would make her come. Brandi stared at both couples, mesmerized by their complete lack of concern regarding anyone seeing them exposed and having sex. As the petite woman’s moans got louder, so did Ms. Big Booty’s. It was like being in an echo chamber, with each couple gaining energy and mirroring sounds from the other. Brandi felt her nipples harden and her heart speed up at the atmosphere on the gazebo.

“C’mon, let’s have a seat.” Paul whispered. Brandi followed him to a lawn chair furthest from the action.

“I take it you’re new to the lifestyle?” Paul surmised.

“Yes, I am. I’m recently divorced and was looking to explore a little. I’d always toyed with the idea of sex in public places and voyeurism, but my ex-husband was not interested. Or, I should say, he wasn’t interested in doing it with me. I caught him having sex with the church whore in the audio-visual room, so I divorced his ass and started exploring what I always wanted to do.”

“Wow, that’s rough. He’s an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.”

“That’s sweet of you.”

“I’m serious. I can see that naughty side underneath that good girl façade.”

Eboni blushed. “I’m still trying to discover that bad girl. What about you? How did you end up in a swinger’s club?”

“As a firefighter, I really don’t have time to date or to maintain a relationship, so I use the club to meet women who are open to sex right without playing games.”

“Wow, you’re very blunt.”

“I have to be in order to get what I want. I try not to beat around the bush.” Paul moved closer and took both my hands. “Like right now, I want to kiss your gorgeous lips again. May I? Brandi shivered all over.

“Yes,” she said quietly, “You may.”

They leaned in and kissed, and sparks flew in her mind as her tongue explored his mouth. DAYUM. His kisses are spectacular. Brandi pulled away to catch her breath. Her pussy was dripping from being kissed senseless, and she loved that feeling. She stared into his eyes then closed her own and leaned in for more.

Paul adjusted his position without releasing her lips. He pulled her closer, lifting her up and sitting her on his lap. Brandi felt his reaction to her ass on his lap. With his dick hardened, Brandi ground her hips to excite him even more. Paul’s hands rubbed her back and slid under her shirt. Brandi tensed, still not used to being so forward with this man, but relaxed under his practiced hand. In less than five seconds her bra strap was undone, the front of her shirt was up and Paul was planting small kisses on her taut nipples.

He licked in one long stroke covering her areola and nipple. Brandi moaned.

“Paul,” she sighed.

“Mmm,” he answered, his mouth full of flesh. Brandi gripped his back, feeling the muscles as he held her in place. After indulging in her chocolate peaks a little longer, he pulled back. He lifted her shirt above her head and pulled her bra off. Brandi, an equal opportunity woman, tugged on the ends of his shirt to pull it off as well. His six pack glared at her. She thanked God for putting such a fine specimen on this earth. He stood and moved his hands toward his belt, but Brandi smacked his hands and took over. She pulled him closer to her, and relished in the fact that his crotch was now directly in her face. She buried the side of her face in his lap, gently taking in the smell of his penis through his jeans. She rubbed her face back and forth in it, resembling a well-trained chef smelling fine cuisine. She kissed him through his jeans, and nipped his large anatomy gently with her teeth. Paul grabbed her hair as she unbuckled his pants and proceeded to suck his dick. Brandi did with her tongue everything that she imagined during her dry year. Dick sucking was her favorite, and had been what she missed the most. Her suckling noises blended in with the cacophony of the other lovers. That night, they were all one in pleasure.

The sound of movement from behind her caught her attention as she continued to suck. It seemed she was drawing a crowd. The interracial couple had reached their pleasure with each other, and now stood at the entryway watching Brandi’s skills.

“She’s good!” the petite woman said as the frumpy looking man nuzzled her neck.

“She sure is,” Paul cosigned, pushing his dick farther down Brandi’s throat where she swallowed with ease. Coming back up for air, she jacked off his dick using the wetness from her mouth on his dick, and he moaned with pleasure.

“I want that pussy,” Paul moaned. Brandi could tell he was not going to last longer if she continued to suck him. But she enjoyed it so much. She licked all over his dick, enjoying the taste of his precum before reluctantly releasing him from her mouth.

Brandi ignored her audience as she stood and came back from her zone. Am I really going to do this? She asked herself. Hell yeah! Her wild side responded. Brandi smiled and kissed Paul. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her thong, then lifted her as though she were a featherweight in the swinger Olympics. Brandi wrapped her legs around him and bit his neck as she felt him enter her.

It had been so long. Paul was so muscular. And she knew they were being watched. Brandi’s senses exploded. She wrapped her arms around him and held on for the ride. He pushed her hips out and pulled her in quickly, his dick dipping into her dripping wetness like a fun dip stick trying to soak up all the powder. She groaned, making guttural noises she didn’t even know she could make. He continued to pound her, hard and steady, constantly building the please inside her as though he was pouring her a steady cup of water which was about to overflow. She groaned low and shrieked as she released her wetness all over his dick. He gave her a moment’s reprieve before he entered her again, pounding her hard before filling her with his essence.

Exhausted and sweaty, Paul gently set Brandi down and they both collapsed on the beach chair they’d previously sat on. Applause started and Brandi opened her eyes enough to see that both couples had watched them making love, as well as a couple others who were peering from the doorway. Paul grinned and leaned over to kiss her.

“Your pussy is amazing,” he whispered. “Your dick is amazing,” she replied, licking his lower lip. The crowd dispersed as they got dressed. Brandi could see Paul watching her out of the corner of her eye, but chose to ignore him since she was unsure of what to do. The night had flown by and the club was closing. Paul walked Brandi to her car.

“So can I see you again?” Paul asked as she dug around for her car keys to open her door.

Brandi smiled teasingly. “Maybe,” she said. They exchanged numbers and Brandi gave a promise to call, even though she wasn’t sure if it would be a promise she would keep. As she drove away, Brandi grinned from ear to ear and yelped in excitement. THAT was why she was there!