Jill disconnects the charger, applies a dab of lube, then nods approvingly as she slides the as-advertised “ultra smooth silicone” vibrator into her vagina. She then to re-reads the invitation Mr. X had left at the end of their previous date.
You are cordially invited to join us for an evening of naughty escapades at the Sanatur Soiree on Nin Island.
The attire for the event is Boudoir Chic. The only dress requirement is a partial face-covering throughout the evening.
For use at your discretion, a wearable vibrator with wireless remote control is included.
Your transportation will arrive to pick you up at 8:15 PM.
Jill picks up the remote, presses the ‘ON’ button, and leans back into the pillows gathered on the bay window seat overlooking her dormant gardens and the bench from where her late husband, Bill, liked to watch.
Three Days Later
Jill cinches the belt on her short, black trenchcoat, patting her hand on the outside of the pocket to double-check the contents are in place. She walks to the tall mirror in the hallway, happy with what she sees and how she feels. Reminiscing, she thinks to herself, the last time I went to a sex club without Bill was the old Stork Club on London’s West End. My God! Was that in the 1980’s?
Jill slides into the back seat of the limousine that has arrived right on time. The driver’s sheer blouse, black jacket and min-skirt complement her easy grace and confident air. While the Cat Woman cowl (complete with cat ears) adds a mysteriousness to her charm, her gleaming smile gives off a familiar vibe.
“Have you been a guest at Nin Island before?” the driver asks.
“No, I haven’t.” Jill said. My husband and I had enjoyed visiting clubs, or ‘castles and cathedrals’, as he called them before he passed away.”
“I’m very sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you. It’s been just over 3-years.”
“How long were you married?”
“Thirty-two years.”
“That’s a lot of history. If you don’t mind, what do you miss about him the most?”
“Mmm…” Jill begins. “His easy conversation and constant support. Not that he was ‘here’ constantly, but he was always ‘here’ when I needed him. Everything I threw at him, every impulse, every uncertainty, every win, every loss, all my messiness, he was my cheerleader and my chief-consoler. I used his shoulders to both cry on and climb on. Great question.”
“Can I ask, do you believe his spirit is around?”
“Another great question. I don’t I ‘feel’ him like I thought I might, but I do certainly feel his presence nudging me to live and grow. He believed that ‘fear always points us to our treasure. It’s funny, we first met in his second year of seminary.”
“What? You flipped a priest?”
“Not quite. Once convinced that Mary Magdalene is the true healer and that the original sacrament of communion is orgasm, it’s more likely the Jesuits flipped him – out!”
After a long pause, Jil continues, “And I miss the 18,000 ways he could help me cum.”
“I’m sorry?”
“That’s the other thing I miss about my man; there was no toy or no boy or whim he wouldn’t support me trying.”
A soft light on the dashboard signals an incoming call.
“Ma’am, Mr. X is on the phone,” the chauffeur says, passing the cell phone back to Jill.
“Hello?” Jill says.
“Good evening, Jill. I’m pleased you are joining us this evening. How are you?”
“Good evening, X. I’m excited. Since we’re doing a field trip, do I get to see you finally?”
“Jill, I’m sorry, but the rules of our engagement remain in place,” X responds. “When we are together, in the same space, you must be blindfolded.”
“I understand, but…” Jill’s voice trails off, stopping mid-sentence.
X pauses for Jill to finish her sentence; she remains silent. He then says, “Thank you for your trust. As always, I will endeavor to make this an evening to remember.”
“I trust you.”
“I know you do. And I thank you for that,” he responds. Continuing, “Very well. Let’s see where we’re at; first, did you bring the vibrator?
“Yes.”
“Is it inserted?”
“Yes.”
“Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like you to consider removing them. If you choose to, you can place them either in your coat pocket or drop them into the front passenger seat. You are certainly welcome to keep them on, if you prefer. Do you understand?”
Jill wonders to herself, does the driver possess some bonus skills? “Yes,” she responds to X.
“Do you have the wireless remote control with you?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Very well. As with your panties, you can either leave the remote in your pocket, or you can hand it over to the driver. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Your driver’s name is Suzy; in case you are interested.” X continues, “Everything will unfold beautifully as you progress through the evening. There are no wrong choices. And I am here for you, and only you. We’ll meet soon.”
Jill doesn’t contemplate the options; before the phone call ends, her hands are underneath her overcoat and her skirt, her hips lifted, with shoulders leaning against the seat. I know a good impulse when it comes around! she says to herself, as her panties slide over her knees.”
“Suzy?”
“Yes?”
“Our friend suggests I hand these over to you.” Jill replies, extending her hand with the panties and wireless remote.
“Very well. We’ll be boarding the ferry in a couple minutes.”
Jill giggles to herself. In every lifetime Bill, you always set me up to win. Fortune favors the bold!
The rolling-thumps felt boarding the auto-ferry miraculously coincided with the unexpected one-second buzz caused Jill to shriek, then giggle. “Woah!” she said giggling, again, as she assesses her current impulse-driven predicament. One minute I’m taking off my panties for a man I’ve never seen, the next, I’ve turned my vibrator controls to a girl I just met.
“I bet you have some stories,” Suzy states as she puts the car in park
“Mmm… Paris, Prague, Harrisburg. Of course.”
Jill looks up to see Suzy’s eyes locked in on her in the rear-view mirror. Suzy says, “The ferry ride to the island is about 15 minutes. I’d love to hear more about him,” as she presses the slow-pulse button.
Fifteen minutes of intermittent G-spot and clitoral stimulation without achieving orgasm has Jill’s legs shaking as she welcomes a male escort’s extended arm as he opens the car door. Offering his arm to guide her up the steps to the main entrance of the Gatsby era mansion. At the top step, Jill turns to see a full moon rising over the water, then watches Suzy pull away with her discarded panties, and the wireless remote-control.
Once inside, Jill is struck by how small she feels in the cavernous receiving hall with a two-and -one-half story high, painted ceiling showcasing frolicking nymphs, angels, and faeries. She says to herself, it feels like magic in the air tonight!
Jill’s nameless escort removes Jill’s short trench coat and hands it to the coat attendant. While they are the only three people in the receiving area, there is an energy coursing through the premises; an undeniable current of anticipation and excitement no manmade structure could contain. Jill is wearing a short, flowing, silk, open-back dress suspended by a hoop ring around her neck. With every move she makes, any onlooker is sure to be graced with welcoming hints of breast, thigh or buttock.
Mr. X watches carefully from the hidden spy room above the main floor. While he admires and appreciates her physical attributes and openness to grow, it is her grace, strength, and confidence that feeds a fire he thought he had lost. Who are you Mrs. Robinson? And what are you here to teach me?
Jill fruitlessly looks around for a mirror to check her appearance, then says to herself, at this point it really doesn’t matter, does it? She takes in a deep breath, releases, then nods to her escort, saying, “I’m ready.”
“Very well, please come with me,” he replies, leading her up a short staircase leading to two, large double-doors. Above an inscription that reads: Circulo de Besos. “This is the outer ring of Sanatur Soiree. Your journey begins here and through which all other rooms are accessed. These other rooms include Solo Toy, Couples Only, Open Group, and The Dungeon. Finally, in the deepest part of the circle lies the Inner Sanctum. There is no prescribed order, and you may visit each for as long and frequent as you desire. The Inner Sanctum is reserved for Invitation Only.
“There is an attendant located inside of each doorway. They are here for your support.”
“In the Circulo de Besos you are free to roam or camp out in one of the viewing areas until you are ready to enter any one of the pairing chutes and wait to be paired with a kissing partner. I hope you enjoy your time this evening.”
As if voice activated, the double doors open wide and Jill pauses, taking in the barely lit Circulo de Beso.
“Zzzt””, the short buzz in her vagina reminded Jill she was not on this journey alone.
In this observation area several guests are gathered, enjoying two strangers experience their first kiss with one another.
“Is this your first time?” a voice asks.
Jill turns to see a woman appearing to be around her own age, standing next to her. “Yes. And you?” Jill replies.
“Oh no! We’re regulars.”
Jill naturally looked around to see if her partner presented themselves.
“John is in the chute for another turn.” The woman continues, “We visit here every couple of months to brush the dust off.”
“How long have you been coming here?”
“We moved to the area three years ago to be near our grandchildren. We tried this place out on a dare with new friends; turns out we both really enjoy watching each other with strangers!”
“How nice! Does it really help? “
“It works for us. Although not always in the way you might expect. “
“Oh?” Jill says.
“The last time we were here, John came out of the chute to see he had been paired with a man. He looked so conflicted! On one hand, he is a curious and open-hearted soul; on the other, he was seeking my approval. I smiled and blew him a kiss. They made out, slow and gentle. It was beautiful, and I couldn’t believe how hot I got watching! Later, we saw him watching us in the Couples Room and invited him to join us in the Open Group.
“Isn’t it wonderful to share new experi-“
Zzzt! Jill’s vibrator comes alive in her pussy.
“Are you OK?” the woman asks.
“My guy, or girl, has a remote control and just buzzed me.”
“Are you here as a threesome?”
“No - I really want to share with you when we have more time. Maybe we could get together for tea? What’s your name? Right now, I need a chute!”
“It’s Jan! Go! Go make a great night!”
Suzy has joined X in the spy room above the Circulo de Besos. Offering the remote-control device to X, Suzy says, “She is so authentically confident and graceful in every situation and with everyone she interacts with.”
X raises his hand in a blocking motion towards the remote, saying,” No, you keep control.” Then adding, “She has the skillset and experience of a highly trained, world-class slut, along with the warmth and charm of a pre-school teacher. Did she recognize you during the ride?”
“I don’t think so,” Suzy replied. By the time we boarded the ferry, and I started the teasing, she was locked in.” After a pause, she continues,” When she talks about Bill, it is a master class in gratitude and devotion. “
“She is not a grief-stricken widow; she is a fearless celebrant from the vein of Lilith and Magdalena. There is something other-worldly with this one.“ X says in a humble whisper.
As Jill walks out of the chute, Suzy switches the control from intermittent pulse to a steady buzz. Jill briefly wonders if Suzy is nearby, but keeps her eyes trained on the prize in front of her. Her heart pounds, her gut flutters, and her hyper-aroused pussy weeps as she approaches the tall, lean man donning a shiny gladiator mask, noting his silk shirt unbuttoned down to his navel.
As Jill reaches to wrap her arms around her partner’s neck, Suzy clicks the remote to add a deeper pulsing mode, like a maestro summoning a crescendo from the orchestra pit between Jill’s thighs. Jill initiates, kissing him first on the neck, under the chin, then moving up to his lips.
The culmination of an hour’s worth of edging has Jill on the precipice of exploding. Waves of pre-ecstasy radiate throughout her body as her open mouth is greeted hungrily by her masked partner. He closes his lips and sucks her tongue into his mouth, securing it with a gentle tugging that unknowingly amplifies the pulsing vibrator between her legs.
Jill’s pussy explodes, and she moans into his mouth, her knees buckling, arms squeezing harder around his neck. Instinctively, the tall, masked man wraps his arms around Jill’s waist to prevent her from falling. Jill is oblivious to her new friend, Jan, and the other admirers in the viewing section of Circulo de Besos. Wave after wave of orgasm pour over Jill’s being.
Jan is awestruck as she watches and listens to Jill's public cumming in the arms of her kissing partner, thinking I’ll have what she’s having!
Suzy turns the vibrator off and stands in silence with X. Then she says, “There is no question the sacrament of communion is the greatest sacrament of all. I’ll see you shortly.” Suzy heads downstairs.
To be continued…
