I leaned against the bar watching the action out on the dance floor and couldn’t help licking my lips. God bless summer! Everywhere my eyes wandered, I spotted exactly what Doug and I had come here to find: plenty of hot young things. Even better, the first heat wave of the season had caused inspired the club had to open up its beachfront a week early. We’d caught wind of the opening last night ago, and after our usual Saturday-night dinner date, we’d taken a ride to the under 21 club and spent over an hour sitting out on a deck that overlooked the beach.
The girls were out there wearing next to nothing, and as much as I knew Doug was enjoying the view, I was sure I was more worked up than he was. It had been awhile since we’d had some company, as we referred to it. Watching the scantily clad young girls dance by the large bonfire was making me more than aware that it was high time we did something about that.
After a while, we decided to enter the club itself where to my chagrin I discovered the dress code banned bikinis, so if any of the young lovelies from the beach wanted in they would have to get dressed. My disappointment was short-lived as once inside it was apparent the club didn’t require a lot of clothing, just not bathing suits.
Right now, I felt like a kid in a candy store! Not only was the club packed with our chosen prey, but what a selection! Every type of pretty young lady was on display before me; not only blondes, brunettes, and redheads, but also some slender, some with a little curve to them. Many of the girls were chesty and flaunting their large, soft breasts, while some had perky little tits that were equally well-displayed in their tight tops and dresses.
I could feel my pussy heating up between my thighs at the sight of a pretty little brunette in a skirt so short I could make out the curve of her ass as she bent over and shoved it back into the crotch of her lucky boyfriend. Damn, she was sweet; they all were. That was what I loved about girls in their late teens and early twenties, that sweet look.
Those soft features, those big eyes and trembling lips, even the ones who weren’t so sweet had that look to them. I shifted as I turned to face the other side of the dance floor and sighed when the material of my lace bra rubbed across my stiff nipples.
When we first entered the club, Doug, who must have been as worked up as I was, suggested we try picking up a girl here rather than go home and look though the local personals or an escort service as we had in the past. At first I’d been skeptical. Yes, I understood his point about the added thrill and the air of risk it involved, but how the hell did we approach someone?
We’d done it previously at special parties thrown by local swingers, but everyone at these parties, even the younger men and women, knew what was going on and were eager to participate. Here, it would be hard to find someone willing to go along with our favorite hobby of being an early-forties couple playing with young women.
Now that we were here, however, I was horny as hell and ready to go for it. We’d been at the bar about a half hour and the two Captain and Cokes I’d had on the beach along with a couple of shots of good ole Cuervo had helped loosen me up. The bevy of young beauties was certainly heating me up.
“Like a goddamn buffet, isn’t it?” Doug asked, pressing a fresh C&C into my hand.
“An all-you-can-eat buffet!” I responded, laughing before taking a sip of my drink.
“So, anyone standing out to you?”