Swing Chronicles Ch. 02: Barb and Don

In another 15 minutes or so, you could hear the clacking again, and Don got in position to take some more shots.

This time around, Barb was wearing a knit, navy blue, sweater dress with what appeared to be the same nylons and heels. The dress fell just slightly above her knees. She strutted around and posed, with Don's encouragement, and eventually Don settled her down on the couch. Every time that Barb moved, you could see the sweater gapping a bit. It wasn't that thick, and you could make out the outline of her breasts, and of her hips, but I was hoping for something a little bit more exposing as part of this show. I wasn't disappointed, but I did want more.

Once seated on the couch, Don got Barb to tease by spreading her legs or by pushing her chest forward to strain the fabric on the sweater dress. I kept trying to see more but couldn't.

I was hard as a rock again and I felt quite uncomfortable. Thankfully I was able to sit in such a way that hopefully they could not see my raging hard on. Or at least I'd hoped they could not.

After a few more pictures, Don dispersed this part of the shoot, and Barb went upstairs. He asked how I was enjoying it, and I said that was an obvious question. He said that I would enjoy the last outfit of the night, and I'd wondered what I would be.

Maybe 5 or so minutes after that, the clacking reappeared, and I'd wondered what was next. Then the clacking started again, then stopped. I waited. What was happening?

After a few more minutes, more clacking, and then Don started shooting again. He practically jumped up and had the camera ready before Barb was even half way down the stairs.

Barb appeared, wearing nothing more than a skimpy light blue thong and the black high heels. She was covering her tits with her other arm and posing as well as she could. Finally, she turned her back to me, and pulled her arm away. Don took a couple more pictures, and then she put her arm back up. Barb walked out of the room and back upstairs. Don declared that the photos were over for the night, and that it was time for him to turn in.

Nightie Night

I asked if Barb was coming back down, and he wasn't sure. I sat downstairs for another 15 minutes, or maybe an eternity, and finally I went upstairs to the bedroom. Don's room was quiet, and the light was off. My room had all the lights on, and the master bathroom door was closed with the light on and the water was running. I switched off the upstairs lights, closed the bedroom door, and sat on the edge of the bed. There was no change in the status of Barb, or at least I'd thought it was Barb, in the bathroom.

I decided to strip off all my clothes, and to crawl under the sheets and to just wait. Finally, the bathroom light went off, and the door opened.

Barb was wearing the same black negligee from their swingers add on the website, but this time she was barefoot, and quite clearly she wasn't wearing any panties. It looked like she was completely shaved, but it was hard to tell at the moment. I turned my head to her, and nodded, but I can't recall if my jaw was dropped at that point. I motioned for her to come closer, and she sat on the bed next to where I was laying nude under the covers.

For most of the evening, Barb had said practically nothing. I reached up my face and started to kiss her, first slowly, but soon she was devouring my mouth as she had at the Cloverleaf. Without warning, she bolted out of bed. I was surprised and I'm sure the look on my face was one of genuine concern.

She opened the door a crack and switched off the lights. Then she pulled back the covers and got on top of me. I held us tight while I pushed myself into a position where I was sitting upright. My cock was so hard, and in spite of all my jerking off from earlier, I could still feel that I was oozing pre-cum. Barb and I were still locking lips, and I could feel her womanly slickness from underneath her negligee. She continued to eat my mouth hungrily, and this went on for some time, maybe half hour. I started to attack her tits through he negligee, and she started to grind her slit against my member. It was getting to a point where the head of my penis was starting to part her pussy lips, and I almost entered her pussy a couple of times.

She started to speak in husky and hushed tones.

Barb: I think you should get a condom.

Me: Mmmmm, yeah?

Barb: Can't you see how wet I am?

Me: Yeah.

Barb: I need you inside me so bad.

Me: (fingering her clit between my thumb and index fingers) I know.

Barb: Why are you teasing me then?

I remembered the earlier conversations with Don just now, and decided that if there was a time to be up front, then it was now.

Me: I'm not teasing you.

Barb: Yes, you are. I want you to fuck me.

Me: I'm going to.

Barb: But?

Me: Without a condom.

And with that I shoved my cock all the way into Barb and held her hips down on it. I didn't thrust just yet.

Barb: Jesus, what are you doing?! (she whispered in my ear)

Barb: Don's going to hear us. (more whispering)

Me: I know.

Barb: Uhh, *grunting*, unggh. What?

I grabbed Barb's hips and started to fuck her right then. I held her in place so that it would not be easy for her to squirm away.

Barb: Lucky, please.

Me: Please, what?

Barb: Condom.

Me: Doesn't this feel hot right now?

I continued to fuck her with a strong and steady pace.

Barb: (whispering) Don't you know I could get pregnant right now? Still? Maybe?

Me: We all know that could happen. (I emphasized the word ALL.)

And with that, Barb literally rode the shit out of me for the next 15 to 20 minutes.

I got the feeling that we were being watched from the doorway, but it didn't matter. At some point, I had flipped Barb over and was drilling the shit out of her from on top. I had one arm around her waist, and was bracing myself with my other arm on the headboard of the bed. She never told me that she was cumming, but given how slick she was, and how she held my groin so tight to her by locking her legs around me, I am sure that she had no complaints.

After some more time, I had enough, announced that I was about to cum, and pounded Barb as hard as I possibly could. It felt like I unleashed not a rope into her, but maybe a rope factory.

After resting and sleeping for a bit, we resumed, but this time Barb stripped off her negligee. I don't know why I didn't bother to take it off in the first place! I fucked her twice more that night, and a third time in the morning, when Don was clearly in the doorway watching us.

To date, Barb was easily the best lover I'd ever had.

Was looking forward to more adventures with her and Don, assuming that there were to be more adventures. Time would tell as it always did.