(Mild Adult Content)
I strolled up to the inviting house at the edge of town, stopping at the gate to sensually stick my fingers into the mouth of the Jack-O-Lantern. I leave claw marks as I draw my hand away and laugh. My fingers go to my mouth to suck the pumpkin from under my nails as I walk to the door. The cool night breeze whips my hair around my face, making it hard to see. I am surprised when I hear a voice.
“Come in please, we are expecting you” the voice calls to me through the door.
I turn the knob and enter. There is a cloying smell of spices inside, the only lighting is hundreds of candles, everywhere I look. I hear distant moaning, not of pain or sorrow, but pleasure. Taking a few steps into the room, I notice a sign on a table. Enter at Your Own Risk My hand goes to my throat, sliding past my right breast as it drops back down to my side, I notice my nipple is hard. Knowing what awaits me, my breath quickens, and a warm feeling spreads to my entire body.
Lingering in the outer room before proceeding ahead, I remove the light jacket I am wearing, laying it on a chair near me. A mirror on the other side of the room catches my reflection. Slowly I move closer to the mirror. Looking into my own eyes, I drink in the vision of my face. My hand involuntarily slides along my cheek, again stopping at my throat. I then slowly unbutton my shirt, opening it to the sides and running my hands over my breasts, watching as my nipples come alive. My hands travel down my abdomen and my fingers reach the waistband of my pants. Diving under the waistband, my fingers spread out and slide to my hips pushing down on the material. My pants drop to the floor and I step out of them. Fingers wander over my lower abdomen and slide up and down my inner thigh. A small moan escapes my lips; I'm so ready to do this!
With a sigh, I turn from the mirror and gather my clothes. I stuff them in the bag I brought with me and lay it next to my jacket. Facing the door before me, I can almost smell the sweat of bodies beyond. It excites me and I can hear myself breathing. I need this so bad!
I reach forward gingerly for the doorknob, then draw back. Visions flash in my brain of the last time I attempted this, sights of sweating bodies all writhing in one room, keeping pace with the rhythmic music, groaning, grunting, and sometimes even screaming! My breath catches in my throat, choking me, yet urging me on. I could feel droplets of sweat roll between my breasts. I was getting soaking wet just standing there!
Again, I reached for the doorknob. Pushing it open, the room was suddenly awash with light. People grabbed at me to enter, “Come join us!” they pleaded. Smiling and looking over my body, they sought to find the areas that needed manipulation. The scent of male and female sweat assaulted my olfactory senses. I found myself looking over their bodies as well, finding pleasing sights on some and not so much on others. There was a cacophony of sounds in the room until one dominant person demanded attention; then all fell quiet.
The dominant speaker paced as he spoke, telling us the rules for the evening. They were simple; we should guard against being harmed at all cost. Endurance was expected but there was no shame in sitting out for a while to catch your breath. It would be strenuous, but the rewards would be immeasurable. As always there would be a slow start, very vigorous activity, then a cool down in which we could use the hot tub if we so desired.
“Lets get started, shall we?” the dominant figure turned and started the music. "You know the routine, for those that don't, watch your neighbor beside you. We will do two sets of ten leg stretches to start, ready now, one...two...”