Single female in a sex club

First time sex club

I had been invited along to sex clubs in the past, and had always dismissed the idea. As a hard working teacher I was too scared I would meet someone that I knew. This is the story of how my exact nightmare came true.

I was finally going to do it. Visit a sex club, on my own! As a single woman, the idea of going it alone was intimidating, but exciting. I chose a club that was close enough to get to, but far enough away so there was less chance of getting caught.

First on my to do list was to visit a sex shop for an interesting outfit. I chose black throughout, with matching stockings. Over that I decided to wear a purple tartan skirt (proud of my Scottish heritage) and a low cut tight black top. I felt the need to change my image that night, almost hide behind a new persona, so I made myself up to look like a classy porn star.

I called my taxi and sat drinking a few vodkas, trying to calm my nerves. My stomach was in knots and the Angel on my shoulder was screaming at me to just tuck myself into my hotel bed and not even contemplate a sex club, but I was just too curious about it and too horny thinking about it!

The taxi came and I clambered into it in my mini tartan skirt that left nothing to the imagination. I felt nervous about the taxi driver asking me questions as I gave him the address. He knew, I could see it in his eyes. As his eyes travelled up my body in the mirror I couldn’t help but blush. What the hell was I even doing? Good girls like me did not do this sort of thing! I asked the driver to drop me off at a pub across the road. I figured if I couldn’t pluck the courage to go in I’d at least have the balls to go to the pub and chat up some local.

Suddenly, I was out in the freezing cold with my suspenders on show, staring at the sex club across the road. Should I ring a bell? knock the door? Just walk right in as if I was the Queen of Sheba? Would it be all dirty old men? Will they just be having sex on the floor when I go in? It was safe to say I was shitting myself. I talked myself into believing I was a confident sexy woman and so I strode across that road and I pulled open the monstrous heavy door.

A lovely man behind the counter looked up at me. He wasn’t my type. He has big, very tall and had a massive beard. I was strangely instantly turned on. His eyes swept my body and his face lit up as if it was Christmas morning and he had just received that present he had always asked for. “Ah, a newbie!” he said with a wicked grin on his face. As I handed over my money (what a bargain if you are a woman) he roughly grabbed my hand and stared intensely into my eyes. “You’re going to love it here gorgeous, looking like that.” I almost melted there on the spot.

I put my things in my locker and got ready to go through to the main social area. I was to be given the grand tour, but I was most nervous about walking in to the bar. The host was lovely, giving me lots of sensible information. But I wasn’t taking it in, the nerves were getting the better of me.