I arrived at the Swingers Meet-and-Greet 30 minutes early. So I sat in my car reading a book and watching couples arrive.
Every single couple that entered the venue was holding hands.
Every. Single. One.
I found that very sweet and perhaps an indication of the connection between couples that swing.
I joined the festivities and walked into the bar only to discover some long lost friends of mine. Oh so sweet to see them. It was nice to not be alone at the Meet-and-Greet. But it was also easy to make friends.
Everyone was open, social, and friendly. People kissed hello. On the lips. I can’t tell you how much I love to kiss hello on the lips. If everyone kissed me on the lips, I’d be a happy girl.
Topics of discussion ranged from jobs to special bedroom talents. One woman joked that she was going to take out pussy insurance on her pussy because she was sure she was going to have it break at the next play party. Another woman wore a sundress with a leather collar. She looked like a school teacher, except for that collar. Nice touch.
Self-expression was rampant at the party. People really came as they were and I must say I haven’t encountered a more authentic group of people than these.
I spotted my ex-lover Matthew in the crowd. At the bar. Looking sexy and handsome, as always. Charming the ladies, as always. He loved my outfit and kept dusting my top and toying with my under boob. Yes, my underboob. He declared my underboob was very sexy because it meant I had so much boob there were leftovers. I hung out with him for a while and we met another couple. The man kissed me on the lips goodbye and gave me their card.
At some point in the evening, I hooked up with Charles. Charles was handsome, smart, funny, and thoughtful. I like the way his mind worked. At one point we were counting little black dresses at the venue and I made bet with him that one woman’s dress was black. He said it was purple. The prizes? If I won he had to help me get my my truck out of the gravel. If he won, we had to make out. I lost. But so did he. The dress was blue.
I mentioned to my friend Jill that I’d lost this bet and she told me, “Oh Michelle, you didn’t lose. You just won.” Charles and I snuck off to a secluded canopy so I could forfeit my losings. Jill was right. I’d lost nothing. In fact, I’d just won the lottery. His lips were soft and full and so very tempting. They made me think of other sensual activities I’d like to see them doing. Heart rate speeds up. At one point Charles told me my debt was paid but I just kept on kissing him. Those lips. That face. That killer body.
I spent the rest of the party hanging out with Charles and other couples. I collected a few cards. It was all very new and exciting. to say the least. One woman raved about the things her boyfriend could do with his hands. Another put my hand directly on her husband’s chest and said, “That’s not the only place he’s rock hard…”
Everyone was playful and having a good time. People were open-minded and friendly. All in all. I had a very fun, playful evening. I was surprised by how loving and connected the couples were with each other. And I was impressed with the cool, laid-back vibe for the evening.
Oh, and since I got my truck stuck in the gravel, it took 9 handsome men to push it out. I think I should get stuck more often 🙂