Driving Me to Christmas (London Loves Book 5) (9 page)

“Exactly,” Verlaine said.

Sam sighed. “I know you’re right. I just feel so stupid. I’m not going back there tonight – I’m staying in London.”

Verlaine sounded annoyed. “Why?”

“You can stay there if you want, but I’m not. I’m meeting Gemma for lunch tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point. You can drop me home after the party and drive back here alone if you want to.”

Scott smiled kindly. “You can stay with us tonight, Sam. We’ll look after you, won’t we, Paul?”

“Yeah, course we will.”

Sam saw Verlaine’s eyes scan over Scott in the rear-view mirror. Then he reached over and turned on the radio, and that was the end of that conversation.

The tension in the car loosened as Verlaine drove them back into London. Sam allowed her mind to unwind into the Christmas songs on the radio, which filled the car with happy vibes and nostalgia. When Mariah Carey’s ubiquitous
All I Want For Christmas
inevitably streamed in through the speakers, Sam burst into giggles. 

“This song’s been following me around since October – it’s everywhere!”

The others launched into a fun conversation about how sad it was that Christmas seemed to start in August these days, and that the music hadn’t been updated since 1984.

Sam allowed her nervous excitement to spiral inside as Verlaine pulled the T-bird into the lavish car park of the venue. Scott had said that the party tonight was being held at a private members’ gym, but it looked more like a million-pound mansion from out here.

They all climbed out and made their way towards the entrance. Sam saw that the expensive vibe continued inside the building – the lobby was like a hotel foyer, with a marble floor, plush furnishings, and a water fountain containing koi carp. Sam noticed that the people milling around in here were dressed in smart clothes. It felt like a fabulous five-star function, and not at all like a sleazy sex party. The fact that Mariah Carey’s
All I Want For Christmas
was also playing in here made her laugh with glee.

She held Verlaine’s hand, and they followed Paul and Scott over to an opulent glass counter, behind which an attractive woman stood. She was well-groomed and courteous, and Sam wondered whether they’d actually come to the wrong place.

Scott chatted with the woman as he showed her his ID and paid for all four of them. Then he turned and grinned. “Shall I give you the tour?”

“Please!”

Paul gestured to a cloakroom, where another attractive well-dressed woman was standing. “Do you want to put your coat in, Sam?”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.”

She struggled out of her coat, and Paul took it over to the cloakroom for her. She nervously smoothed down the front of her short dress and threw Verlaine a coy grin. He smiled back.

While they were waiting for Paul, Scott saw a straight couple he knew. They looked wealthy and professional, but there was a twinkle in their eyes that Sam didn’t often see in business people. They knew how to have fun; how to express themselves; how to enjoy what nature had given them, without feeling guilty or caring about what anyone else thought. Sam shook hands with them and saw they were both wearing wedding rings. They chatted with Scott for a moment about the gloomy weather, then they wished Sam and Verlaine an enjoyable first time, and strode away arm in arm.

“Are they married to each other?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” Scott said. “Same as me and Paul, I guess. They love each other but enjoy coming here for the experience. I think they’re a bit more open to sex with other people, but it’s all above board. I can tell they really respect each other.”

Sam smiled. “It feels very respectful in here. I thought there might be an air of desperation, but it’s just like being in a pub. Well, a posh bar, more like!”

“Totally,” Scott said. “Desperation doesn’t get you anywhere here. You need to play by the rules and respect everyone. If you act like an idiot, you’ll lose your membership, so everyone’s pretty decent. Unless you don’t want them to be, of course!”

Sam smirked at Verlaine. “What do you say, baby. Shall we stay decent tonight?”

He nervously put his arm around her. “Decent’s okay by me!” 

Scott grinned. “I wonder what time Santa’s coming! We don’t wanna miss him!”

Sam giggled, trying to contain her lustful desire.

Paul re-joined them, so he and Scott led Sam and Verlaine through the lobby and towards a corridor.

Apparently this was the ‘corridor of delights’. Scott told her the names of the rooms as they inspected each one, looking in the huge windows as they passed. It was like being in a shopping precinct full of small boutiques, but this was the strangest form of window shopping Sam had ever done. Some of the rooms were kitted out with double beds, some with chairs, and some with harnesses and bondage gear. One of them was being used at the moment, and Sam watched as a woman dressed in red lingerie tied a naked man to a chair with leather straps, and the other man in the room eased his erection into the seated man’s mouth. The three of them seemed totally engrossed in what they were doing and were apparently oblivious to Sam and the others.

It was a bit like being a doctor in a mental asylum, coming to check on the patients. Except this was a liberal establishment where the therapy was physical.

Scott grabbed Sam’s hand. “Come on, I’ll show you the pool.”

As they entered the pool area, they were asked to take off their shoes and leave them in the rack, so Sam was suddenly her usual height of five-foot-four, but she didn’t feel too self-conscious, because everyone in here seemed really friendly. They were just having a good time, and apparently wanted everyone else to have a good time, too.

Sam had imagined a giant aquatic orgy when Scott had first mentioned the pool, but she was delighted to discover it was actually just a normal swimming pool – albeit the most lavish pool Sam had ever seen. She swam at the local pool once a week, but that was old, grubby, and usually overrun with splashy men trying to impress people with what they thought was a skilful butterfly stroke. This pool was the opposite of that. The walls were made of glass, for a start, so everyone outside having a smoke could see in. The tiles around the pool seemed to be marble, and the wooden sun-loungers were draped with fluffy white towels, for anyone to use. The water sparkled serenely and it looked warm and inviting, like a tropical ocean. There were only four people in the pool at the moment – three guys and one woman. They were standing in the tranquil water having a chat. But as Sam looked closer, she realised that one of the men was tenderly fondling the woman’s bare breasts. Sam wondered what they were talking about, and where that breast fondling was heading.

The Christmas music was being piped in here, too, but it was quieter than in the rest of the venue, which meant the atmosphere was very laidback. Suddenly, over the sound of the music and chatter, Sam heard a loud groan and realised there was a blonde woman lying on her back by the pool edge, receiving oral from a brown-haired woman.

Sam’s lust flashed up inside. She automatically turned away from the women, having been trained by society not to stare, and her eyes fell on a row of hot tubs, which were full of people lazily nattering or indulging in various sexual activities.

Sam glanced back to Verlaine and realised that Scott and Paul had drifted off to the pool edge and were smooching and touching each other.

“Shall we sit down?” she asked Verlaine.

He gestured to a sun-lounger. “Yeah, let’s soak up the atmosphere.”

They padded over and Verlaine leaned against the back of the sun-lounger, so Sam sat between his legs and snuggled into his arms. She suddenly felt awkward, because she wasn’t sure what she was supposed to be doing, but she quickly relaxed as Verlaine’s fingers probed down the front of her dress and started to caress her breasts.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he whispered.

She turned and kissed him. “No, but I am wearing other underwear, which I hope to show you later!”

He nibbled her ear. “I can’t wait to see it.”

Sam enjoyed the feel of her man touching her body as she watched Scott and Paul by the pool making an exhibition of themselves. Scott was standing at the water’s edge, slowly removing his top – which revealed his gorgeous upper-body, tattoos, and nipple piercing. He kissed Paul on the lips, then slid into the pool, still wearing his skin-tight trousers. Paul rolled his jeans up to his knees, then he sat down on the pool edge and dangled his legs in, as if he was a dad supervising his child at a swimming session. But things took a much more adult turn, as Scott positioned himself in front of Paul and started to undo his trousers.

Sam was captivated as Scott pulled out Paul’s hard cock and made a lavish show of licking it. He threw Paul a sultry look, then plunged his lips around Paul’s erection, making Paul gasp. Several people had stopped what they were doing now and were watching with interest. Paul leaned his weight back on his hands and watched his man sucking and teasing him into ecstasy. It didn’t take long for him to come strongly in Scott’s mouth.

Arousal squeezed urgently between Sam’s thighs. Without taking her eyes off Scott and Paul, she announced to Verlaine, “I’m really horny.”

“Me too.”

“Shall we… er… have sex?”

“Not here – I couldn’t in front of all these people I don’t think.”

“Okay. Shall we ask Scott and Paul to take us somewhere a little more private? Er, we’ll wait for them to finish what they’re doing!”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

Sam waited a few seconds and realised Paul wasn’t going to return Scott’s blow job. She stood on shaking legs and padded over to where Paul was now fastening his trousers.

Scott was still standing in the pool. He wiped his mouth smuttily and grinned at her. “Hey, Sam. You having fun?”

“We’d like to try it. But somewhere a bit more secluded. Can you help?”

“Absolutely! Come with me!”

They found a free room and strolled inside. It was minimalistically decorated, and the purpose was clear. The main feature was a huge wooden-framed double bed, which was covered in a crisp white sheet and three plump pillows. There were no covers, because this bed wasn’t for sleeping or snuggling. You were expected to generate your own heat. The clear laminate flooring and lack of furnishings made it look like a mock-bedroom in a department store. Sam glanced in the corner and saw a plastic trolley holding a stack of freshly-laundered sheets. The sign hanging from it politely asked you to please strip the bed after use, pop the dirty laundry in the chute (which Sam saw was behind a little door in the wall) and then put a clean sheet on the bed.

Sam loitered in the room and smiled shyly at the three men. Paul grabbed Scott’s hand and started to kiss him, so she threw her attention over Verlaine. He stepped over and kissed her nervously.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I think so.”

Sam glanced towards the door, which was now firmly shut. The huge window next to the door reminded Sam of a recording studio. But instead of musicians in here, there was going to be a live sex show. The thought of being the star of the show sent a cascade of nervous delight through her body. Sam saw that a few people had gathered at the window now and were hungrily watching Paul and Scott, who were falling onto the bed and pushing up each other’s clothes.

Verlaine took Sam’s hand and led her to the bed, then he sat down on the end. She stood between his thighs, trying to shake off her self-consciousness. She was aware that Scott and Paul had commandeered one side of the bed, leaving Sam and Verlaine to utilise this side. The thought of having sex right next to Scott and Paul was unbelievably erotic. She leaned down and kissed Verlaine’s lips, slipping her tongue inside. His hands reached out and grabbed her hips, then he pulled her close.

He fondled her thigh and gasped as he found the top of her stockings.

She chuckled. “Like that?”

“Fuck yeah!”

He slowly lifted up the hem of her dress, exposing her stocking-clad thighs to the window behind – showing her panties to the world. It turned her on to know that there were people watching this who she couldn’t see.

Verlaine let go of the hem and started to undo the buttons at the top of her dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so as he unfastened the top four buttons, her naked breasts were revealed to him. Verlaine eased down one of the shoulder straps, which made her feel a bit slutty, then then he leaned forward and tongue-teased her nipple. Electric lust shot through her, and she gasped. She closed her eyes as the pleasure rose, and she imagined Scott breaking away from Paul now and coming over to suck and play with her other breast. Perhaps Paul could stand behind her and fondle his fingers into her wet pussy.

She knew there was no way that would happen in reality, but the thought of it zoomed her arousal up a notch. She opened her eyes and saw that Paul was lying on the bed now, and Scott had removed his trousers and clambered on top of him, so that Paul could suck his balls from below. Scott was on all fours like a dog, with his bare butt in the air, clearly enjoying Paul’s oral attention. Sam watched as Scott shuffled back slightly, then eased his rock-hard cock into Paul’s mouth, much more roughly than Verlaine would ever dare do. But they both groaned with pleasure, as if their enjoyment was mutual.

Sam threw her attention back over Verlaine, who was still pleasuring her nipple. He reached his fingers around and ran them over her stockings, then traced the line of one of her buttocks, which plunged down to her thigh. He slid his fingers inside her panties, then inside her pussy, making her gasp. It was thrilling to know there were people watching this, probably as horny as she was right now.

Sam pulled back and zoned in on Verlaine’s trousers. She knew he’d be incredibly aroused by now, and she wasn’t disappointed. She unzipped his flies and tugged out his straining erection, which she gripped in her hand and massaged slowly. Verlaine’s eyes scrunched up and he exhaled as if she’d hurt him. But he was grinning madly, so she knew he was enjoying it. She made a show of lifting up her hips and arching her back to give her audience an eyeful, then she threw Verlaine a sensuous look, before lowering her face down to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock. Verlaine leaned back on his hands, using the bed to support himself, but he didn’t take his eyes off her. She knew he liked to watch her doing this, and she was happy to play along. She maintained smouldering eye contact as she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hungrily, making horny little grunts, and enjoying the theatrics.

Sam tasted a bead of pre-cum on her tongue, so she quickly abandoned the blow job – not wanting Verlaine to come too soon. Not that he would – she knew he’d withdraw long before stealing all the pleasure for himself.

She stood up again, feeling sexy with her breasts hanging out of her unbuttoned dress. She glanced at Scott and Paul, and she saw that Scott had now turned around on top of Paul, and they were sixty-nining. The sight of Scott’s cock grinding in and out of Paul’s mouth, while he worked on Paul’s cock down the other end took Sam’s breath away. Paul was sliding his finger rapidly in and out of Scott’s butt as he swallowed down his cock, which Sam knew would be enhancing the delight. Paul suddenly slapped Scott on the hip, which made Scott groan orgasmically, but it didn’t seem to be over just yet.

She glanced back at Verlaine and saw that he was watching Scott and Paul, too.

He shuffled back and laid down, holding her hand and gently pulling her with him.

“Ride me, baby,” he said. “You can watch them. Your own private porn show!”

Sam’s body juddered with arousal. “Do you mind if I turn my back on you?” she asked.

He grinned. “No problem.”

Sam glanced at the window and saw that there were about ten people watching. She felt naughty and sexy. She straddled Verlaine so that she had her back to him, then she shuffled back so her ass was in his face. He started fondling her butt and licking her pussy in and around her panties. With his other hand, he rubbed his thumb into her stocking-clad foot, giving her a mini foot rub, which felt sensual as well as tender. Even in this impersonal position with her back to him, Verlaine was still showing her how much he cared by caressing her toes.

She leaned forward and sucked the end of his cock again. Being watched sixty-nining with her man – while
also
watching Scott and Paul – was the most erotic thing she’d ever done and her pussy was straining with desire. She saw Scott thrusting his pelvis hard, plunging his cock deeper into Paul’s throat. Sam sucked hard on Verlaine’s cock as he delved his fingers inside. She was utterly taken by the pleasure and she realised she was ready to orgasm already.

She glanced over her shoulder and shot Verlaine a loving smile. He hooked her panties out the way, probing his thumb inside her and guiding her down, then she eased herself over him, relishing the amazing feel of his cock filling her up. She felt sexy with her dress open at the front, knowing the onlookers could see her pert breasts. The bottom of her dress was hooked up around her hips now, showing off her stocking-clad thighs, which Verlaine was rubbing with his fingers – enjoying the soft feel of nylon, lace, and Sam’s exposed flesh.

Verlaine used his strong hands to move Sam into a sensual rhythm, and she leaned her hands on his thighs to push herself back and forth. He grabbed her butt cheek and gently eased it open, then he inserted the tip of his finger inside her rim, making her feel filled up from all angles. She gasped with delight.

The world started to spin as the orgasm quickly caught. She glanced once more at Scott grinding his hips into Paul’s face – which sent her over the edge. The wave of pleasure swept over her and she was sent to another level of reality, where there was only perfection, power, and liberation. She lost all sense of her surroundings and came loudly, experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. It was as if her world was made of cotton-wool and joy. She was vaguely aware that her face was smiling back down there in reality, but she didn’t care what she looked like, because every cell in her body was possessed with ecstasy.

Eventually, after several strong waves of hard joy, she slowly drifted back to the room and opened her eyes to find Scott and Paul looking at her. They were grinning in awe – it was possible they’d never seen a woman orgasm before in real life. There was quite a crowd gathered at the window now, and they all started applaud.

Sam blushed and giggled. “Verlaine?”

“Uh-huh?”

“Are you glad you came?”

He chuckled. “Very! Turn around so I can see you, baby.”

She shifted her hips and wriggled, so his semi-hard cock withdrew. Then she crawled around to face him. They grinned into each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you, too!”

She shuffled into his arms and he squeezed her tight.

“That was amazing,” she said. “I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that.”

“Me too,” Verlaine said. “You’re amazing. So perfect.”

He kissed her, then she lifted her head to speak to Scott and Paul. But they’d gone, so she rested her head back down on Verlaine’s shoulder, and they stayed there chatting while the sex party continued all around them.