The Reno XXXperience

The Reno XXXperience

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Jeff and Sandy explore a sex shop in Reno, NV. and find more than they bargained for.

Summary

Jeff and Sandy explore a sex shop in Reno, NV. and find more than they bargained for.

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Submitted: August 24, 2016

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Submitted: August 24, 2016

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Sandy and I are a new couple dating less than a year, but already I can tell we are well-suited for each other. We have many of the same sexual likes and fantasies. I found Sandy open and stimulating and she was not shy about sharing. We spent much of our time together sharing each other's stories of past escapades. The tales always led to a session of super-heated sex. I was surprised and elated at her willingness to talk about her experiences. She had an equal interest in mine. Most women are too inhibited to broach the subject of sex with others. Not Sandy. It seemed that each day we spent together was more exciting and free than our last.

One summer weekend, we drove to Reno and spent time playing around at the casinos and sightseeing. We checked into a room at one of the large casinos downtown. And, after our fill of gambling, we opted to drive around the town to see what there was to see scattered along the strip. As we drove down Virginia Avenue, away from the crush of casinos, Sandy spotted an X-rated boutique and thought it might be fun to explore. I parked the car and arm in arm we went in.

The shop was actually much larger and unsullied inside than it appeared from the outside. A middle-aged man sat behind the counter going through a stack of DVDs and magazines. He looked up and smiled at us with a nod. A younger woman with long shiny black hair and large smokey eyes greeted us. She was reminiscent of a miniature Cher. They both looked like they could have been Gypsies.

In perfect English though, the young woman smiled and said, “Enjoy yourselves and let us know if you need any help.”

We nodded and smiled back, mesmerized by all the myriad of sexy clothing and devices in the place. There were aisles filled with books, videos, dolls, and a plethora of assorted sex toys. Sandy's attention turned to the vibrators and life-like dildos. They sprung from the walls and display racks in neat rows.

“Oh Jeff, this one looks like you. I'll bet you modeled for it,” she said laughing as she made the rubbery appendage quiver in her hand? “Oh my God, look at this one, it's a monster. I’ve never seen anything like it. I don’t know any woman who could take this.” I laughed at her surprise and delight in the surroundings.

“And this looks like you, I said, holding up a real looking silicone vagina, “sweet and tight”. Sandy giggled and moved on. Inspecting items, many of which, neither of us could identify. We spent the better part of an hour browsing and teasing each other with the merchandise.

Turning down the last aisle at the back of the shop, I saw a doorway labeled “Theater”. We browsed our way to the door and passed through a beaded curtain. Inside we found ourselves in a long darkened hallway with six to eight doors spaced on either side. There were signs on each door that read, "2 on 1", "Gay Blade", "Fit to be Tied", "Ebony and Ivory", and others. We snickered at the names until we came to a door signed, “For the Glory of It”. It said 'unoccupied' so we entered.

The room was dark, cramped and empty save for a bench seat that ran the width of the small closet-sized room. The upholstery was a dark vinyl fabric and the air had a faint smell of bleach. At first, the darkened room felt oppressive until our eyes adjusted to the subdued light. In the dimness, we could see a screen across from the bench with a slot to the side for money or tokens. I had a pocketful of quarters from our gambling adventure so I deposited the requested amount to see what it was all about. The screen flickered to life and exposed a room full of naked people. They engaged each other in all manner of sexual activity. Some of the actors were receiving oral as they, in turn, treated another to the same delicious act. Several women had partners taking them from both ends as men looked on. The men were watching and stroking themselves, as they waited their turn. Every position in the Kama Sutra was on display somewhere in the scene before us.

“Oh My! Sandy said, now isn't this interesting?” We made ourselves comfortable. Excited as the actors performed their debauchery for us. This strange, enclosed, pheromone-laced 'closet' had an overpowering effect on us both. It's not like we hadn't seen x-rated videos before. I reached over and touched Sandy's leg, her smooth skin warm and inviting. I was now thrilled that I had insisted she wore the sexy short skirt she packed for the trip. Pushing the light material up, I played my fingers along the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread slightly to allow my access. I brushed across her hot damp panties with my little finger. Sandy's breath caught as my finger grazed that unmistakable little bump in the fabric.

The actors before us writhed and moaned and gyrated in ecstasy as we watched in rapt fascination. Cameras moved from extreme close-ups to room-wide shots. From a couple performing oral sex on each other "69" style to another woman being taken from behind. The man's long, thick cock plunging deep into her very exposed wet pussy. I had become so hard beneath my shorts that I needed to shift myself for comfort. As I moved to do that, Sandy whispered, “Why don't you let yourself free, it's only us and anyway, I want to touch you?”

As I unzipped, Sandy slipped off her thong and stuffed it into her purse. Relieving my constricted cock, it jumped from between my legs, onto my stomach with a heavy slap. Sandy squealed with delight and took a firm hold of me as my own hand once again found her crotch. She was wet now. Her lips and slippery clit swollen with anticipation, visible in the subdued light. We took pleasure from the erotic scenes before us as we fondled each other. Our eyes intent upon the lewd, ever-changing scenes.

“Mm, Jeff”, Sandy cooed. “You feel so good in my hand... I want you inside me.”

Before I could answer, we heard sound from the booth next to us as someone came in and closed the door. Coins rattled down the slot and a dim light shot from a hole in the wall. At first, it panicked us as we had not known the hole existed. We became quiet, holding our breath as our video ended. Sandy, being impulsive and inquisitive, bent down and peered through the hole. In the dim flickering light, a man was already stroking his shaft to a sex show playing out before him. My curious partner couldn't take her eyes off his lurid display of masturbation. I could feel her tensing under my fingers as she watched, her breath quickening. Through my excitement, I whispered, “Would you like me inside you now?”

Without a word or turning away from the scene, Sandy raised her skirt and presented her lovely ass to me. She was spread eagle with her hands on the wall. I slid my cock between her cheeks and teased her hot, wet sex. Rubbing her clit with the slippery head, she backed against me, consuming my hardness. She whimpered a cry of joy as my shaft filled her emptiness. I pressed deeper into her warm, inviting darkness. Her ass wriggled as I began thrusting into her. Rotating her hips, she pulled on me with her pelvic muscles in time to my own measured strokes. In the close darkness of that fetid booth, we dissolved into the lewdness of the moment.

Sandy's breath caught in her throat. Our neighbor's swollen cock penetrated the hole in the wall. In shock, Sandy recoiled and looked back at me, her eyes large and questioning. What were we to do? I was so intoxicated by my own sexual excitement that I nodded for her to “Go for it”. I wanted to see live what we had been watching on our now darkened screen. I wanted her to have that anonymous man's cock in her mouth as I continued to plunge into her. No further coaxing was necessary. She began to tease the isolated appendage. Pulling the skin back and forth as more of the meaty shaft appeared through the breach in the wall. I continued to pump deep into her wetness with slow deliberate strokes. The man's cock was thick and long enough to penetrate well into our cubicle. Sandy wet the bulbous head with her saliva as she worked the glistening shaft with her hand. I pushed into her as she directed the head to her mouth. A low groan of pleasure came from beyond the wall. His groan only encouraged Sandy to intensify her actions. Long moments passed as the three of us became lost in our wanton and indulgent pleasure. Sandy and the unseen man together began to make guttural sounds in time with my thrusts. She cried out in a muffled orgasm as she pulled the cock from her mouth. With another long groan, the unseen stranger was cumming in great spurts as Sandy directed the flood to the floor. Sandy was in orgasm too. Her pelvic muscles squeezing and clutching at me, milking the sperm from deep within me. She swallowed me with voraciousness.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My climax exploded to bathe her insides with a pulsing white-hot torrent. Surge after surge boiled out of me until at last, I returned to consciousness, my legs weak and my energy spent. I slipped from within her and we both collapsed back on the bench. Our breath came hard and fast.

We hadn't noticed that the stranger left and we didn't care. We were both euphoric with our bravery at committing the act. We had shared a common fantasy like this the week before while making love. Now, to actually experience it as reality was mind-blowing. Sandy took a packet of tissues from her purse to clean us both. We straightened our clothes and left the booth.

The man and woman that ran the shop asked if we enjoyed ourselves as we made for the exit. We never saw the man in the booth next to us and we wondered if it may have been the gypsy-looking man in the shop. We didn't want to know. We knew we were too red-faced to talk with them right then. Together we burst through the exit with a quick “Thank you and goodbye.”

On the way to our hotel, we talked excitedly about coming back to share more episodes such as this. We were certain there would be many more to choose from if and when we did.


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