The Blue Ribbon
It was 7:45 PM when Bridget first had the urgent suspicion that she was completely out of place here. Four hours of train travel yesterday, Friday, and today in the morning, the big reunion with five former college friends. What a commotion, after all these years! A long stroll through the pedestrian zone of the city centre, followed by shops, cafes, and bars. There was a lot of chatting. Already in the early afternoon, the excitement of the conversations subsided. The magic of the reunion after a long time lost its luster after just a few hours. The overflowing energy of the reunion waned. And in the early afternoon, Bridget felt that everything had been said: “It was nice! We’ll see each other again in ten years!” That was on the tip of Bridget’s tongue, but she didn’t say it.
In the late afternoon, Bridget returned to the hotel to take a break and change for the evening. But she felt that she had no desire to do so. Another thought had come to Bridget. A thought she tried to suppress: A city like this had numerous lifestyle clubs. Single ladies would surely be welcomed with open arms and willing suitors...
She could fake a small migraine attack, Bridget thought. The inconsolable cancellation for dinner with the former college friends would be the logical consequence. In this way, free as a bird, she could then set off alone: No conversations about daycares where the children’s food wasn’t probiotic enough, dull bosses who ignored the workplace agility cult, and even discussions about whether Costa or MSC offered better cruises for preschoolers... To get out of the affair like this - yes, that would have been very insincere. It wasn’t proper. So, she would dutifully go with her friends. And she would be bored to death.
The girls used to be more fun. Some student parties had escalated quite a bit, in many ways. But now the wild times were over. For everyone, except for Bridget. Sometimes Bridget thought that she was the one who had taken a wrong turn somewhere. How else could it be that she still wanted to woo and be wooed, to savor and expand her sexuality? Why did she still have this urge, this longing – so many others seemed to have left it all behind.
To feel herself and be able to feel sexy, Bridget had chosen a beautiful lingerie set with a garter belt and stockings. Black, transparent, sexy. At least Bridget could convince herself that she was ready with this lingerie in case the evening turned exciting... But it didn’t. As mentioned, it was only 7:45 PM. First, the girls talked about gluten and lactose intolerances. Then about craftsmen who demanded astronomical sums just for the journey. This was followed by the obligatory scolding of the railway services. Each lady had her own anecdote to contribute. It was almost like a speech contest at school. Bridget struggled to avoid constantly looking at her smartphone out of boredom. The view through the pizzeria offered no distraction either. There wasn’t an attractive man in sight who could be considered for a flirt. Eventually, Bridget slipped away to the toilet. Not exactly a place where it’s advisable to take a deep breath, but Bridget did it anyway. “Girls, I’m not feeling well... I’m going back to the hotel! I’m really sorry!” A white lie, Bridget told herself. She tried to ignore the more or less sincere expressions of sympathy from her friends. A quick pained expression, a brief wave. She paid the bill at the bar and bought the girls a round of cocktails, then made a quick exit. An hour and a half later, Bridget was sitting in the hotel bar - on her fourth cocktail. She had decided to try out the gins at the hotel bar. “Do you mind if I get drunk at your bar?” she asked the attractive bartender. He just grinned.
“Why should I? Drinking people are my business!” Oliver started by serving a Wild Berry Gin.
“Are you unhappy or do you drink out of passion?” inquired the man, who was certainly 15 years younger than she was. “Not really unhappy...” Bridget began and started to tell her story. Normally, Bridget wasn’t particularly talkative. But wasn’t it the job of bartenders to listen? Or was it not? So, Bridget described to the man the strange reunion with her former friends from college. The Wild Berry drink was quickly finished. “I suggest you try the gin with orange and ginger ale!” said Oliver and set about conjuring the next drink on the bar counter. Lost in thought, Bridget watched the man’s nimble movements. Were these hands just as skillful in other situations? Bridget forbade herself from thinking further and instead tasted the next drink. “Delicious!” she declared contentedly. The first sip was followed by a big gulp. “Slow down!” Oliver said laughing. “This is a bar, not a beer tent!” The young bartender grinned and raised his index finger in a teacher-like manner. Bridget just shrugged. “And how would this ladies’ outing have gone if it had been up to you?” he then asked. Bridget began to feel the alcohol. “1. No conversations about the banalities of everyday life! 2. Have a few drinks and then dance in a club. 3. A few hearty flirts and 4. At four in the morning, fall into the hotel bed with a good buzz or a man!” Oliver laughed. “Did you choose the buzz?”
Bridget looked at the empty orange/ginger ale/gin drink. “This is going to be quite a binge!” she giggled. She tossed her hair back and looked the man deep in the eyes. Why am I flirting with this guy? Do I want something from him? Bridget thought, confused. How did she end up in this city and in this hotel bar? The blonde woman found this situation quite surreal. She wasn’t sure what she was doing here or what she intended to do. Oliver didn’t ask this time and mixed the third gin. This mixture consisted of gin, bitter lemon, pomegranate seeds, and ice cubes. “Shit!” was all Bridget said when Oliver placed the full glass in front of her. The stuff was too tasty, too alcoholic. “This one’s on the house!” Oliver replied in a tone as if he could reassure Bridget with his remark. “Can you maybe recommend a club where things are a bit more risqué?” Bridget inquired cautiously. After the three Aperols at dinner with the girls, the two quick gins at this bar were obviously too much of a good thing. She had only THOUGHT about a sex club and wanted to dismiss the thought immediately. But at the same moment, she heard herself articulating her question loud and clear. “Well, I’ve never been to such a club myself. But – in a hotel, you get to know a lot!” Oliver replied hesitantly. “Spill the beans! What have you heard? I’d be interested to know!” Bridget declared. With slight concern, she noticed that the lemon-pomegranate drink in her glass was disappearing far too quickly! Bridget realized that she was on the verge of really knocking herself out tonight. Then the migraine excuse wouldn’t even be a lie anymore...
Well, the Yellow Moon is a lifestyle club that specializes in allowing guests to become intimate if they wish! It is supposed to be very stylish! Oliver was a bit embarrassed to give this information to the slightly tipsy but extremely attractive blonde. He distracted himself by diligently taking the clean glasses out of the dishwasher and polishing them to a shine.
“Yellow Moon, you say?” Bridget confirmed and typed the name of the establishment into her smartphone. It didn’t take long for Bridget to find the information she was looking for: “Today’s event: No Limits – CMNF Party,” Bridget read quietly.
When Bridget was halfway through her fourth gin, she suddenly noticed the sparkle and shimmer of the spirits, neatly arranged bottle by bottle on the back wall of the bar and highlighted by indirect lighting.
“Really pretty!” Bridget declared with an increasingly slurred tongue. The various light sources reflected in the bottles in a way she couldn’t comprehend, and the fact that she was so captivated by this kaleidoscopic spectacle was the final proof for her that she had overdone it with the drinks today.
“Dear Oliver, that was my last drink!” she declared insightfully. Oliver nodded. “Good decision!” He wiped the counter with a damp cloth.
“I think I’ll go to bed now!” Bridget declared.
“I thought we were going to that club now?” Oliver said calmly. Bridget thought she had misheard. But Oliver added, “I’m off duty now!”
“You want to come along?” Bridget asked in surprise. “Of course!” Oliver replied cheerfully. “I’ve always wanted to go to such a club, but my girlfriend doesn’t dare. She finds it disgusting...”
“It is!” Bridget giggled. “That’s exactly what’s great about it!”
“Should I call a taxi?” Oliver inquired. Bridget considered. What was actually stopping her from accepting Oliver’s invitation? In terms of wardrobe, she was ready. “Naked Female” was a dress code that could be easily followed. And Oliver had already completed his shift at the bar in a classic dark suit. So, he was ready too. The fact that she was a bit tipsy wasn’t a hindrance for a night in a club – quite the opposite.
Do you know what – you are right. Call the taxi! Less than 25 minutes later, Oliver and Bridget got out of the taxi. The establishment was located on the outskirts of the city centre. An inconspicuous two-story building, fenced in by a tall hedge. Bridget knew this type of place. If it was a well-run house – and the reviews on the internet promised it was – then the sensual magic unfolded inside the building. Oliver knocked, and a moment later the door opened. A sexy dressed middle-aged lady – she had a muscular gorilla in tow – looked them up and down. Then she nodded contentedly. “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!” After the greeting, she collected a handsome entrance fee, then turned to Bridget. “The blue band or the black one?”
“I assume the different bands indicate to what extent I am available for the gentlemen?” she guessed. The lady at the reception beamed. “I see you know your stuff! That’s exactly right! The black band means that you just want to look and taste for now, look around and observe. And the blue band means that you are always interested in more intimate encounters.”
“We’ll take the black band!” Oliver burst out. Bridget looked at him in astonishment. Then she grinned at her young companion amusedly. “For the young gentleman, the black band, for me, of course, the blue one!”
“Black for the gentleman, blue for the lady! Very well!” The lady fetched the two bands and handed them to Oliver and Bridget. “I must say – our male guests will be delighted!”
“Where can I change?” Bridget inquired. The security guy, who hadn’t said a word until now, pointed to a door on the left side of the foyer. “I’ll be right back! Don’t run away, my handsome!” said the blonde to Oliver, who was now visibly nervous. Bridget also felt a tension building up, which was less nervousness than stage fright. Everything was leading to an excessive night. All the ingredients needed for it were present: There was the frustration over the disappointing reunion with her college friends. Bridget had experienced her college time as exciting and horizon-expanding. It had been an exciting time with an enormous number of experiences and people who had grown close to her heart. And now she had realized that there wasn’t much left that connected her with these people. That was devastating and something she had to digest first.
Additional to this were the many drinks she had indulged in that evening. Admittedly, alcohol was not the smartest coping strategy, but sometimes it worked quite well. The only problem was that the alcohol had made Bridget reckless and overconfident, and had also unleashed sexual desires in her. And last but not least, there was her male companion. Oliver was young and perhaps a little too slender for her taste. But he was handsome, charming, and open. Moreover, unlike her, he was sober – he would take good care of her. Bridget had no doubts about that. Bridget was ready for this night. As she looked at herself in her lingerie set with thong, garter belt, and stockings, she was more than satisfied. The looks from the men, their attention, and their desire were assured. Oliver’s reaction when she stepped out of the wardrobe into the foyer spoke volumes. “Holy shit, you look amazing!” Oliver exclaimed with an open mouth. “Is the blue ribbon a good idea?”
“Of course, it’s a good idea. I’m not here for tea! If I just wanted to watch, I’d sit in my living room with chips and stream a porn!”
“That’s one way to look at it!” Oliver replied sheepishly. The overt sexuality of this woman was overwhelming him at the moment. “Let’s go then!” Bridget said, taking Oliver by the hand. The mood in the club was already quite exuberant, and in one corner or another, things were already getting a bit more risqué. Oliver was visibly overwhelmed, scanning the many attractive, scantily or not at all dressed ladies to determine whether they were wearing a black or a blue ribbon.
“And now I’m supposed to approach one of these ladies and ask if I can... touch her?” Oliver asked, uncertainly. “Exactly!” Bridget explained. She already felt the men’s gazes, as they assessed and scrutinized her. “But first, let’s go to the bar for a drink!” Bridget declared.
“Another one. Haven’t you had enough?” Oliver asked cautiously. “It doesn’t matter!” Bridget said and ordered the drink. Bridget looked around curiously while sitting at the bar with Oliver. Anticipation built up inside her. It didn’t take long before this drink was also empty. “I see you’re a bit shy!” Bridget said to Oliver, who hadn’t left her side. “If you want, you can start with me! After all, I’m wearing a blue ribbon! Are you interested?”
For a brief moment, Oliver seemed not to know what Bridget was talking about. “You mean... the two of us?” Bridget answered the question by moving closer to Oliver and fiddling with his tie knot. She grinned at him tenderly. Skillfully, she loosened the knot, pulled the loose tie around the man’s neck, and tucked it into his jacket pocket. Once that was done, Bridget boldly reached for his crotch. After a brief moment of shock, Oliver placed his hands on the blonde woman’s waist and pulled her towards him. With skillful, massaging touches, Bridget stimulated the young man, who quickly reached peak form and began kissing her in return. What Bridget felt growing between her fingers was impressive. Less noticeable than the man’s erection but equally rapid was Bridget’s own desire to free that cock from his pants and let Oliver fuck her.
Although - or perhaps because - she had some alcohol in her system, Bridget couldn’t get going fast enough. Bridget quickly dragged Oliver into a free niche and immediately began to free him from his shirt. He had already pushed his hand into her crotch and could feel through the thin, black lace of her panties how horny this woman had been for a long time.
The man’s shirt was already carelessly thrown down on the dark blue carpet of the niche. Bridget freed herself from the arms of the man, who was grabbing her more and more greedily and demandingly, as nimble as a snake. With her thighs spread and her legs bent, the blonde woman lounged in the deep seating. She lasciviously reached into her crotch and pulled the fabric of her panties to the side so that her red, wet pussy shone invitingly at Oliver. There was no stopping him. He quickly climbed between the willing woman’s thighs and pushed his cock inside her. Bridget moaned with relief and full of delight. So this evening was going exactly as she wanted it.
Oliver had now lost his restraint. He fucked Bridget passionately and diligently, with astonishing endurance. Oliver “worked” on Bridget’s endless lust with pleasure, but with increasing exhaustion. Dazed, Bridget noticed that a few curious spectators had gathered and were watching the frivolous goings-on.
“Short break!” Bridget pressed out after a while. Oliver let go of the woman, who got up and positioned herself on all fours so that she could present her backside to the man.
“Such a gorgeous ass!” Bridget heard someone say, at the same moment Oliver took her a second time, this time from behind. The first two or three thrusts were still cautious, but then Oliver really got going. Bridget felt herself enjoying her lust, registering the surge of her horniness with growing euphoria.
A demanding “I would like to join!” turned Bridget’s inward-focused attention, which was centered on her sexual desire, outward again. With effort, Bridget twisted her head and saw a dark-haired, athletic man in her peripheral vision. What Bridget saw pleased her. She briefly raised her hand and beckoned the man over. The man understood Bridget’s gesture and approached her.
Show me what you have to offer!” she gasped, out of breath, while Oliver rammed his cock into her pussy without stopping. The dark-haired man opened her shirt, then her belt. The zipper of expensive-looking suit trousers opened and soon Bridget had a plump, perfectly shaved cock in her face. When she opened her lips just a tiny crack, the shiny, well-vascularized delicacy shoved itself vehemently into her mouth.
An onlooker whispered an awed “Respect”. The man whom Bridget began to satisfy orally was not exactly gentle with Bridget. He had grabbed her by her blonde hair and pushed his still-growing erection forcefully into her mouth, her throat: oral sex of the challenging kind. But Bridget couldn’t get into softies, so this kind of sex was more than fine with her. She licked and sucked and didn’t let the demanding penetration of her mouth and throat irritate her.
The man didn’t let go of her until he had given Bridget a huge portion of protein. Only then did the dark-haired man pull back and only then did Bridget realise that Oliver had already been knocked out. He was lying gasping on one of the chairs; he had been watching Bridget and the dark-haired man fucking for some time.
Sweaty, Bridget looked around. Her two playmates had reached orgasm, but she hadn’t yet. Before she could change her mind, she waved over a muscular, brunette man. He grinned happily.
“What can I do for you?” he asked expectantly and began to undress.
“Pants down!” said Bridget lustfully and impatiently. She was now desperate for her own orgasm.
With her usual routine, Bridget got the man in the mood orally. When the man’s cock was up to operating temperature, in Bridget’s opinion, she motioned for him to lie on his back. The man didn’t need to be asked twice and a few seconds later Bridget had sat on his pleasure rod. She provocatively held her tits in the stranger’s face and brought the hardened nipple of her right breast to the man’s lips. The man greedily grabbed this horny delicacy with his mouth. Bridget thanked the guy for his oral caresses by riding his cock with vigor.
Bridget knew that she would soon come in this position. She knew herself and her sexuality and knew that she could rely on her orgasm. It was also high time to bring things to a grand conclusion: the last few days had been long, tiredness and cocktails were starting to take their toll.
When Bridget went through the ceiling and saw stars of pleasure and satisfaction, there was a brief round of applause and a few words of appreciation from those around her. Then the curious voyeurs moved on, looking for the next attraction.
Naked and exhausted, Bridget fell into a light sleep. Oliver, who had now put his clothes back on, eventually helped her up and into her underwear. With a strong tug, he ripped the blue band from the exhausted woman’s wrist and carelessly let it fall to the floor. Then he took Bridget back to the hotel.
