The Social Club - My First Visit
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The Social Club - My First Visit

My first, initially reluctant, visit to the club.

This story takes place when I was about 45 years-old, single, having been married and divorced twice before, the second divorce about six months earlier...

After I thought I was ready, I joined an eastern suburbs social club. This social club was exactly that, nothing more, nothing less. And it was an adventure. A new challenge in my life. A place to meet people and to go to various activities. A first step in rebuilding my life.

As I'd healed from the effects of dissolution of my second marriage, I was getting more comfortable with who I was. It was only in the last six-months or so that I had learned to stand on my own two feet in a domestic sense. A thing that had prevented me from leaving my second wife earlier was that I had no domestic skills that were handy to survival. Sure, I could do a mean barbeque, but that was the extent of my cooking skills. I knew though, that I could not stay in a marriage that I felt was surely slowly killing me. That's how bad it was. I literally felt like I was slowly dying. But the time to leave had come. Whether I would survive or not made no difference now. If I stayed, I would surely die. If I left, I might still die, but also I might survive. It was a no brainer. I had nothing to lose so I left. The divorce was acrimonious but surprisingly it only took me a few months to get over sixteen years of marriage.

I had gotten my house in order. I had bought pots, pans, and similar stuff, that I had previously known existed in my house, but even at my ripe old age, had no idea where they were kept, or how to use them. I had bought a bed, bedding, and other furniture to replace that which I had lost in the finalisation of the divorce. So I was now feeling pretty good. I was now ready to tackle the world!

Some of the few remaining friends I had, had told me to try dating agencies, but I was not yet ready to go that way. Maybe I might need to in the future, but right now was not the time for that. I knew I needed to be eased back into the social scene. But I also needed for that to happen slowly, gradually, sensitively. Without any pressure, and at my own pace. And I had heard that there were groups within local communities that facilitated social interaction of the type I was looking for.

I was not after sex at this time, although I suppose that would have been nice had it been available. What I really needed was to be able to start mixing with people again, in a non-threatening environment. I needed the social interaction. I needed to be able to communicate with others of my species. To enjoy other peoples' company. To have a laugh. To have a serious discussion about something unimportant.

So I started reading my local papers. One day I saw an advertisement that advertised the existence of a social club in the eastern suburbs. There was no membership fee involved. And it promoted social interaction between individuals, the only costs being just the normal costs associated with going to a restaurant, or other venue. I noted the phone number to call for further information, but did not call. I noted the ad for another two weeks or so, before summoning up enough courage to call.

So one day, when I was at work, I took a deep breath, and rang the number, just to find out a bit more information. I was not quite ready for what happened, but happen it did, taking me right out of my only recently and newly found, comfort zone.

The phone was answered by a pleasant sounding woman, Cathy was her name, who I found really easy to speak with. I asked her what functions were planned, how they were organised, what the costs were, etc. All questions which she answered without hesitation and it seemed to me honestly.

So I asked her the fatal question. When is your next function?

"Tonight" she answered.

"Ummmm, I'm not quite sure I'm ready just yet", I replied.

‘Well. It's like this" she said. "It seems that most of the people with courage to enjoy groups like this are women. Males tend to be a little bit more reluctant to join groups like this. For example tonight's function at the local Mexican restaurant has more females than males going along. Ideally it would be good if numbers were more balanced..... May I ask you how old you are?"

"Ummmmm... I'm 45" I replied.

"May I ask where you live?"

"Noble Park North" I replied.

"You know", she said, "You would be perfect for tonight's group. You are the right age. You don't live far away, and we need more men. Would you like to come along tonight?"

"Ummmm, I'm not quite sure I'm ready. I was just making some enquiries. When is your next function?"

"The next function is in three weeks. But please reconsider. From speaking with you, I think you would fit right into tonight's group. Are you sure you won't come along?"

I was silent for a few seconds, before I swallowed and said "OK. Where and what time?"

She gave me the details, and then added "From where you are, my place is right on the way. Do you want to come here. I could take you in my car if you like. That way you won't need to stress about anything."

I paused. She sensed the reason for that pause. My reason was that I did not want to limited. I wanted the freedom to be able to leave at a time of my own choosing. If I was uncomfortable, I wanted to be able to leave when I wanted, not to have to wait on somebody else. She sensed that. And she understood it.

So she was not offended by my compromise. "How about I come to your place and I follow you?" I asked.

"That sounds fine to me" she replied.

"What time should I be there" I asked. She mentioned a time. I arrived there, we greeted each other, and then set off.

When we arrived at the restaurant Cathy organised the people who were not already seated, and introduced me to everybody. She seated me at a table with herself and a mixture of males and females. This table was out of the ordinary in that it was a round table that had chairs with backs on them. The others were typical Mexican style with rectangular tables and bench seats.

Cathy watched the interaction I was having with the others at the table. I do believe she was sizing me up. But that was OK. I was actually, despite my initial reservations, starting to enjoy myself.

A while after we had been there but before the meal was actually served, an additional member of the group arrived late. She was a quite tall professional looking woman with medium length blonde hair and from what I could see, not that it mattered, a figure to die for. Slim, with a reasonable sized bust, her business suit coat indicating a thin waist, and hips that were pretty damn perfect. Her name was Kayte.

The meal was served, and when we had finished the main, Cathy rearranged the seating so that the positions of Kayte and the woman who was next to me were swapped, as well as a couple of other positions. Cathy also did that to folks at the longer tables. Cathy was ensuring that people mingled. Full points to her I thought.

Kayte and I got on really well. I was really enjoying my night. Kayte and I spoke about a number of things and we really seemed to click in a way, and just when I felt settled for the evening, Cathy asked if I wouldn't mind mixing with some of the folks on one of the other tables.

I was just getting comfortable and I was now being asked to again get out of my comfort zone.

I swallowed and managed to get out a reasonably competent sounding "OK" as Cathy led me by the hand to the next table. She'd already moved some people around before I got there, so there was room for me. I introduced myself again, and we spoke about the usual crap things. I think I'd already used up my quality conversation earlier, and this particular group, weren't as stimulating as the ones on my initial table.

A couple of times I looked across at the table I had originally been on, looking at how those people were interacting, and noticed that Kayte wasn't saying much, but that she smiled when she knew I was looking at her.

Not long after that, I overheard Kayte say she was leaving because she had a heavy day the next day.

As Kayte made her farewells from that table on her way out, she walked past the table I was sitting and stopped when she got beside me.

"It was a pleasure meeting you" she said to me. "I've got a long way to travel in the morning so I'd better go now...............but I just wanted to say, that I really enjoyed talking to you earlier. I hope you enjoy this group and hopefully we will get a chance to meet again at some other function".

I am as thick as a brick when it comes to picking up encouraging signs from women, and especially as I'd been out of the market for some 16 years, I was unsure of myself. But I'd had a great time this evening, I felt good, and coming from where I had just been, I had a little bit of bravado fired up within me.

I stood up to face Kayte, and said, "Kayte, I really enjoyed speaking with you tonight. I hope I'm not being too forward, but I would like to speak more with you about some of the things we discussed........ Would you maybe like to have dinner with me sometime?"

Her answer was short and sweet. "Yes", she replied.

God, I was so relieved. A ‘NO' in front of the other people at the table, who I am sure would have been listening would have absolutely destroyed me I think.

"May I have your phone number?" I asked Kayte whilst fumbling around for a pen and paper. I found a serviette to write on, but had no pen. I didn't want to be blatant and ask anybody at the table if they had one, so I added, "I have a pen in the car".

"It's all right.......... I have one here" she said pulling one out of her purse.

She took the paper from me, wrote down her phone number, and her address and handed it back to me.

"Thank you", I said and added quietly "Drive safely. I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you." I actually couldn't believe I'd said that.

She just smiled and then left saying quietly, "I'll wait for your call".

I stayed at the long table talking inane stuff for a few minutes, and as the next day, Friday, was a work day, I bade my goodbyes to the folks on the long table, got up and walked over to the round table at which Cathy was sitting.

"Are you leaving?" Cathy asked as I approached the table.

"Yes" I replied. "Cathy, I have to thank you so very very much for making me feel comfortable. This is my very first experience of being out in the open so to speak, for a long long time. Thanks to you, and the great folks I have met tonight, you have made that experience an enjoyable one."

"Does that mean you will be back to other functions?" she asked.

"You betcha" I replied smiling.

"Do you know how to get home from here?" she added.

"Yes, thank you very much. And again, Cathy, thank you for persuading me to come along tonight. You are a gem", and with that I bent down and kissed her on the cheek, bade her and the others at the table Good-bye, said my good-byes to the folks at the other two long tables and drove home.

I could not believe how well the evening went. I still had the date to deal with, but at least I was now pretty comfortable with my ability to mix, as a single individual, a newly single individual, on terms equal to anybody else out there. And even if the date didn't work out, I had determined that would not be a permanent problem, as I was coming from a long way out of circulation. Some 16 years to be exact.

So that night, I went to bed, and had the best sleep I had been in years. That was Thursday night.

The next day I went to work in an ebullient mood. This was noticed by some of the other staff. And it felt good to be alive.

But I now had a dilemma. Like, how soon is it appropriate to call a woman I have asked out for a date? This stuff was all completely new to me. I was completely out of my depth here.

Umming and aahhing over the weekend, I decided I would call Kayte on Tuesday. That gave me a day to compose myself and work out what I was going to say. Even though she had said yes at the time, that was no guarantee that she would still go out with me. She might have thought about things, and decided that maybe a NO might be the way to go.

Please don't sell me short here. I had been out of circulation for about 16 years at this time, so please be a bit understanding about my lack of confidence.

Anyway, I was determined to go through with it, so on Tuesday evening, at what I thought was a reasonable hour, I rang Kayte.

She answered the phone and in a croaky clearing voice I said, "Hi Kayte..... It's Don..... We met at the Mexican restaurant last week."

"Hi", she said. "I know who you are. I've been looking forward to your call."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Then "Would you be free to go for dinner next Friday night?"

"Yes" she replied.

"Do you like Italian?"

"Yes.....I love Italian."

"Ok. If you are of a like mind, I would like to pick you up around 7 if that's OK?" knowing it would take me about half an hour to get to the restaurant from her place.

"I'll be ready" she said.

And she was. I knocked on her door, and she came out looking stunning. We walked to the car, where I opened the door for her, made sure she was OK, shut her door and walked around to my side of the car, got in, started the motor, and started driving.

Do you get the impression I am nervous?

Good. Because I was petrified.

As we drove to the restaurant, I was amazed at how freely our conversation flowed. About many things. And nothing changed during the course of our dinner. The meal was excellent. And so was the company.

We'd finished the meal, but it seemed to me, the evening was still young, so I asked Kayte if she wanted to come back to my place for a coffee. Initially she hesitated, but then she replied, "Yes. I think I would like that."

So we drove the short distance back to my place. We went in, I showed her into the lounge room, invited her to take a seat on the settee and went to make coffee.

"How do you like it?" I asked.

"How do I like what?" she replied.

"Your coffee."

"Just black, thank you" she replied.

I made the coffees and brought them into the lounge room and placed them on the coffee table. I also brought in a tiny little plate with some cheese and table water crackers on it.

Before I sat down, I put on a Peter Blakeley CD. ‘Harry's Café de wheels' as I recall.

Kayte and I spoke for a short time, and then I noticed her looking at my lips. I took this as a hint, and gently, slowly moved my lips to hers. Just before our lips met, I looked into her blue eyes.

They were a crystal clear blue, perhaps showing some tenderness and maybe a little vulnerability. They closed just before our lips actually met, as did mine.

Our lips met. I had forgotten how sensual a kiss can be. Her lips were so soft and yielding as mine met hers. Then hers parted, inviting me in. Her tongue softly, slowly emerged, looking for mine. My tongue met hers, and the sensual feeling as both our tongues met, was unbelievable.

We kissed for what must only have been seconds, but I had to pull back. She looked upset, but visibly relaxed when I said, "Whew. I need to take a breather. That kiss is the most sensual thing that has happened to me in about ten years.......I have to tell you something. And I don't want you to get upset, but ...ummmmm..... you have made me feel things I haven't felt in a long, long time."

She just looked at me, saying nothing, but the impression I got was that she maybe felt just the way I did.

I continued, "The timing of this is all wrong, and I won't blame you if you ask me to drive you straight home, and for that matter, to never want to see me again, but I have to tell you that I so want to make love to you. I don't want to fuck you. I want to hold you. I want to envelop you. I so want to wrap myself around you, to be in you, so that nobody will be able to tell where either of us start and end. I so want to be as one with you."

Kayte moved uneasily on the settee. I thought it was over. OK, maybe I'd overreacted, and blown it. But I couldn't help what I was feeling. And each time we'd been together, we had fun and enjoyed each other's company.

There was a silence, that probably only lasted seconds, but felt like minutes as I waited for some sort of reaction from her.

And when it came, her voice washed over me like a warm glow as she softly said, "I've never ever done this before on a first date, and maybe my excuse is that we have previously met, but, and I can't explain it, I feel exactly the same way you do." A pause followed and then she said, ‘Do you mind if I stay the night?"

Without saying anything else, I stood up, took her hands in mine inviting her to stand up, and when she had done that, turned around, and holding her hand led her to the bedroom.

This was a first for me. In all my years, this had never happened before. I was going to bed with a woman, and I hadn't even as much as brushed against her breasts, never mind anything else.

We got to the foot of the bed and I turned around to face her. I lifted up my hands and softly brushed the sides of her face with the tips of my fingers. I noticed Kayte close her eyes and tilt her head to one side, gently trapping my hand between her cheek and her shoulder.

I moved my lips now, down to hers and nibbled on them gently and slowly. Her lips were now parted as we kissed more firmly. The softness, the yielding, the surrender, the sheer sensuality I could feel was something to behold. Maybe I was overreacting, but not having had this kind of touch for a long long time sent my senses reeling. And then it got even better as our tongues met and explored each other. I couldn't believe it. I was getting flushed. This woman was really exciting me.

I moved my lips to the top of her neck and nibbled my way down its slender length. Across her throat and up the other side they travelled. Then they moved down, into the open top of her blouse. It was now that my right hand moved up to cover her left breast. An audible murmur escaped Kaytie's lips as I gently squeezed. I could feel the hardness of her nipple through her bra and blouse. I pulled away after a short while, to try to regain some composure while I unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it out of her slacks and removed it. I moved my lips down to the now heaving mounds of the tops of her breasts and kissed them while my right hand now reached around behind her back, found the clasp of her bra and undid it.

"Well..... you've done that a few times before" she said wearing a half smile. "Most guys have trouble with two hands. You were so smooth with just one. I might have to watch out for you".

"No you don't need to worry about me. It's just something I learned to do a long time ago. And it seems like the knack of doing it is like riding a bike. You never forget how to do it. Maybe you get a little rusty" I replied smiling, "but I must admit it went better than I thought. It's been a very long time since I had the thrill of doing that".

Kayte shrugged the bra off and dropped it on the floor, leaving her breasts exposed. They were perfect, not too big, not too small, and with just the perfect amount of sag that I love. I love the sag because it lets me feel the weight of the breast. And I love the jiggle that occurs when a woman with just a little sag in her breasts walks, or even better, runs.

I moved my hands up to and cupped those perfect breasts, feeling their weight. With one hand I squeezed and kneaded one breast while I moved my mouth to the other. I took the whole areola and nipple in my mouth and ran my tongue around the edge of the areola and then sucked on it. I then released it from my mouth and just ran my tongue in decreasing circles around the tip of the breast until I reached the nipple proper, at which time I sucked on it, first softly, then harder and harder. The nipple on her other breast I was now rolling between the thumb and forefinger of my other hand. It seemed that Kayte was really enjoying the twisting and the pulling of her nipples, as her murmurs were now getting more frequent and noisy and her hand was now rubbing up and down the length of my trouser covered cock.

We now pulled apart from each other, as Kayte struggled to get first my belt, then button and then zip undone, while I struggled with the same items on her. But we got there. We stepped out of our pants, and I removed my shirt.

I turned Kayte around and sat her down on the edge of the bed, knelt down in front of her and put my hands on her knees spreading them apart. She helped and then lay down on her back as I moved my tongue and fingers down to her neatly trimmed bush. Katie's inner labia poked out prominently between her outer pussy lips and everything down there was hot and wet. First I ran my tongue along the edges of her outer labia, moving up and down and then I moved my tongue to her slit, while my fingers moved to massage her now unoccupied outer lips. My tongue moved up and down, following all the intricate folds and twists and turns of her inner lips. I turned my head side on and took as much of those lips into my mouth as I could and sucked on them, rolling them back and forth as I sucked. The moans now coming from Katie were almost non-stop.

I lifted my mouth, now absolutely saturated with her juices, and with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand parted her inner lips, spreading them as far as they would go, just leaving her clit exposed. She jumped as my tongue brushed against the bottom of her hood. "Oooooohhhh" she groaned. More groans escaped as I now inserted my right thumb into her sopping wet vagina and my forefinger rubbed up and down her perineum to her anus. A couple of minutes of this was all I was able to take before getting up, and moving my cock to her vaginal opening. I briefly moved my cockhead up and down her slit before sinking it all the way into her.

Then slowly slowly I moved in and out, almost to the point of total withdrawal before moving back in. Kayte was approaching climax, and just as I thought she was about to cum, much to her surprise, I withdrew my cock completely. She opened her eyes, which were I noticed getting that glassy look, as if to say "why did you do that?"

"Can't let you cum just yet" I said, "besides, I want you to move up the bed, please."

I think it took a few moments for her to register what was happening, and then she slowly moved up the bed, resting her head on the pillows. I climbed onto the bed and kissed her mouth, her breasts, her tummy before climbing on top of her. My cock needed no help in finding the entrance to where it knew it wanted to go. So once again, it slowly moved in inch by inch with a tiny pause each time, until it was buried in her pussy up to the hilt. Out pubic bones were hard up against each other's and I felt complete. I arched my back so that I could suck on her nipples before I started moving my cock again, and then went down on my elbows, so that I could squeeze her tits as we made love. Some minutes later, our movements had lost their gentleness and had now become urgent.

"Fuck me...." Kaytie yelled as she arched her back to push her pussy as hard into me as she could go. "Cum in me..... cum with me........ AAaaaaarrggggg.............." she yelled as she started shuddering. That was enough for me too, as I exploded inside her. I erupted time and time again as she completed her orgasm, and I completed mine.

I stayed inside her until my cock lost its hardness and plopped out naturally. I gave her a long kiss on the mouth before I finally rolled off her and lay beside her.

"Wickedly awesome" I heard her quietly whisper as we both drifted off to sleep.

But that wasn't the end of it. About 3 am I awoke to a raging hard-on around which I found Kayte's soft, warm, wet mouth, and a hand. All bobbing up and down, moving in rhythm which continued until I warned her that "I.... am....... Cumming" giving her notice as I didn't know if she was a swallower or not. I didn't need to be concerned as she sped up all her movements until I yelled "Aaarrrggggggggggggg!' and came in her mouth. She just stopped and kept her mouth firmly clamped around my cock until she was sure she had milked me dry. In my own ecstasy I hadn't noticed, that she had cum too.

As she lay back down beside me, she said "Thank you for dinner........ thank you for a fantastic evening and night."

I could just summon up enough levity and energy to say "You're thanking me!" and we both laughed as we once again drifted off to sleep, this time not waking up until daylight.

Unfortunately, Kayte had to go to work again even though it was now Saturday. After she finished in the shower I made her breakfast and coffee, and then drove her back to her place so she could change her clothes and pick up her car.

"Is it OK if I come back tonight?" she asked.

"You betcha" I said breaking out into a huge smile. "I'll even cook us something to eat."

"I'll look forward to it" she said flashing me a beautiful smile.

END

***** These stories are complete in their own right but some details may overlap between them.