The Barn
Since they had parted it had been hard, establishing herself in a new finance role, working to convince the local banking firms as to why she had moved to a more remote place, away from the bustling city and the high-flyer finance prospects she once had. She pitched it close to the truth, a difficult relationship that had gone too far.
She had thought section at first, her thoughts and psyche suited to the remote location deep in the mountains. Although being new to the large town that she eventually chose, Ava had loved it from the outset. She especially relished the huge wooden lodge she had rented, with its picturesque setting and forested grounds. The views offered spectacular open vistas over the neary lake and mountains.
Even though she was new to the area, her lithe grace and dark Latin looks meant Ava had no Shortage of suitors from the outset. Whether she was drinking at the local bar, eating at the country club she’d joined, or at one of the glitzy finance dinners she eventually got invited to, Ava got admiring looks wherever she went.
But, for the first three months, Ava stayed studioly single. Her own way of dealing with the fact she had jilted Lorenzo at the altar.
She always knew that it would be her choice as to when the time was right to take a new lover, and it came out of the blue. Ava had few immediate neighbors but one was Josie, and the two of them became close friends ever since she had popped round to introduce herself, just a few days after Ava had moved in to the lodge.
When she opened the door Ava had taken in Josie’s waist length glossy blonde hair, slim wait and rounded figure. But what caught her attention and everyone else’s too, as she was to find out, was Josie’s enormous natural breasts. Standing at Ava’s door, a hot apple pie in her hands, Ava couldn’t help star at her massive rack. So much so that she blushed. Josie laughed. She’d seen it all before.
“Hey there, forget youre eyes sampling my assets, sample this pie instead. I brought two spoons. I’m Josie by the way. And you are?”
That was Josie all over, direct, raunchy and fun. The two of them had got on like a house on fire from the get-go. Within a few months Ava was invited to private events and was moving in social circles that, without Josie, would have taken her years to establish.
Still waiting in the atrium at Lorenzo’s office, Ava twirled a finger in her hair, curling it absently, remembering that fateful summer and the big barn dance Josie had invited her to, and why she had.
The party had been in a massive agricultural barn, part of an old out of the way estate reached via a half mile long drive, framed by poplar trees. Josie had been coy about the dance itself, what it was for or who was going, simply telling Ava to dress sexy and smart, despite it so far out and deep into the local countryside.
Ava had felt really nervous, this being the first time she’d been ‘seen’out in the local society. She’d eventually opted for a little black dress, what she considered as the failsafe outfit for any event.
Ava watched out of the locke window as Josie had pulled up at her lodge in her big jeep, leaping out of the driver’s seat, hair flying in the breeze. Her breasts were out on display, as usual, in a white summer dress adorned with rhinestones right across the cleavage.
Ava met her at the door wondering, as she always did around her, where all of Josie’s confidence and chutzpah came from.
“Hey girl. How are you doing? What on earth is that you’re wearing? Going to a funeral?”
Coming from anyone else Ava might have been offended, but Josie’s easy smile and laugh that went along with any minor criticism softened the hardest heart. Ava glanced down, looking from her outfit across to Josie’s. Hmm. She did perhaps look a bit dressy.
“No-one said anything about dress code. Is this too formal?”
“Hell yes! Look, we’ve got half anhour. Let’s see what else you’ve got in that wardrobe of yours. Hope you’re not going to disappoint me, miss frump of the year.”
Ava had laughed, taking Josie up to the bedroom. So far no one else had been in here since she’d arrived, bar the moving in crew.
She opened the large closet wardrobe and stood back as Josie dived in like a cheeseh hunting prey. She began tossing items out onto the large double bed Ava had spent a small fortune on. A bed that, over the last six months, Ava had ensured had seen no action.
“Not this. No. Hell no! A possibility. Hmm, I like this one.”
The bed was soon covered with Ava’s more revealing outfits, many of them unworn since she had been coupled with her ex, Lorenzo.
“Ok girl, strip. Let’s see what we can do with what you’ve got.”
Ava was taken aback. She’d never undressed in front of another woman before, not even in school or at the gym, where everyone had private changing cubicles.
“Come on, let’s get a better look at all of you then,” Josie said.
Ava unzipped her black dress, pulling each of the supposed strraps off slowly. Steeling herself, she let the dress slide to the bedroom floor. Underneath she had on her black camisole, bra and panties. Josie motioned a finger sideways.
Nervous, Ava figured, what the hell, and had pulled the camisole over her head with resignation.
She stood before Josie in her black balcony bra and slim panties. Josie put a finger on her pert lips, scanning Ava’s body up and down.
“Now look Ava, I’m going to check you out properly now, Ok? Don’t get embarrassed. Come on, let’s get the bra off too. We can work with this, I think, and I know we can make you look the part.”
Looking deeply into Ava’s eyes, Josie started her as she ran her hands behind Ava’s slim back and expertly unhooked her black bra. Ava’s breasts swung free, bobbing side to side a few times like a Newton’s cradle. Her nipples began to harden in the cool air from the bedroom window Josie had an appreciate smile on her lips.
“Wow girl. These two are quality. Tonight’s going to be fun!”
Ava blushed deeply from her neck to her navel as Josie looked her up and down, putting a smooth hand on her leg, checking her physique. Ava stayed stock still. She felt a tingle as Josie’s hand briefly grazed her thigh, then goose bumps as the hand moved lightly across her naked breasts, catching a nipple briefly. Ava drew in a breath. She had never felt anything like this before. Her whole body was tense, expected, ready for Josie’s next touch.
Josie mistook Ava’s breathy intake as an expression of a downer on her figure and looks.
“Hey, don’t worry Ava. You’ve got a great body, firm and tight.”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just… I’ve never had a woman touch me before,” Ava said quietly, her breathing quickening rapidly.
Josie looked at Ava curiously, a smile of amusement on her face.
“Are you telling me you’ve never had experience of women?”
“Well, no… I mean, no I’ve not really thought about it.”
“And you’ve never been intrigued? You must have gay friends?”
“Not really. Or at least I don’t think I have. How would I know?”
Josie frowned, “Believe me, you’d definitely know. Clearly you city girls need some educating. I guess tonight’s the start of that.”
Ava looked bemused but before she could respond Josie knelt down and put her thumbs in the waistband of Ava’s black panties.
“Don’t worry, the locals are going to love you as long as you look the part. Let’s get the rest of this poor city gear off too. Can’t go for broke tonight if the underwear’s not there.”
Before she could move or reply Josie shucked Ava’s panties down quickly over her hips. As the panties reached Ava’s knees, Josie’s face was briefly level with her vulva. Ava bit her lip, staring ahead.
The two of them stayed there for a few seconds, Josie looking in wonder at Ava’s labia, Ava lookingdown at Josie’s enranced face. It was Josie who broke the slightly awkward silence between them.
“Maybe I’m going to have to re-evaluate you as a historical rather than a party buddy, Ava. You’ve got it all going on, down there.”
Ava was constantly amazed at Josie’s direct tone, but took her quip as a compliment. She was still taking in that, for the first time in her life, a woman was staring at and admiring her delicate vagina.
Ava felt both a twinge of excitement and desire. Without a pause Josie stood up, placing her palms either side of Ava’s face. Josie kissed her, gently at first then full on the lips. Ava responded in kind, but Josie pulled back, chuckling, patting Ava gently on the rear.
Ava stood there, mesmerised. Josie’s lips had felt so different to any man’s. Soft, yielding, with a sweet delicate taste on the tongue. She decided, there and then, that she wanted more of this. Maybe, after all, tonight was going to be good rather than nervous wrapping.
“Have that one on me, love girl. Now enough of the fun. There’s time for similar shenanigans later. Let’s get you dressed for the ball. This event is maybe not what you quite think it is, I can tell you.”
The next twenty minutes were spent with Josie making Ava try on combinations of her best underwear, stockings and sexy party dresses. Finally, Josie stood back, making Ava give her a twirl in front of the mirror. Ava wore a slim lilac top with a deep V, revealing her soft rounded breasts encased in a purple Fiacci bra. She had on a tight light orange skirt, black stockings and kitten heels, for dancing. Josie had insisted on matching butt-revealing purple knickers too.
Ava felt attractive, outgoing, yet slightly slutty, all at the same time. What she knew was, in this outfit and with Josie at her side at the party, she felt she had the confidence to take on the world.
Josie drove them the ten miles to the party. They parked up in a field away from the tall pinessurrounding the barn, Josie said to stop the sap marking the shiny bodywork of the big black jeep.
They’d walked the hundred yards to the barn in high spirits, laughing and joking, Ava feeling tonight was going to be a blast.
As they got inside the entrance of the old oak barn, Ava was taken aback. The interior was festooned from top to bottom with lights. The walls were lined with black clothes, with long trestle tables Along each long wall and a large wooden dance area in the middle, especially laid. There was a raised area for a band at one end and a well-stocked bar, plus stacked real ale barrels along one side.
At the other end was a long burgundy curtain, suspended from one of the long oak ceiling beams and running across the barn’s entire width. Ava was intrigued at the curtained area and started to head over to see, but she was dragged unexpectedly over to the drinks area by Josie, keen to get stuck in to the free bar.
“Well, what do you think, Ava? Nota bad Venue, eh?”
“It’s certainly not what I imagined. I thought it might be a lot more rustic, with tractors and grass and mud, I guess. Now I know why you wanted me to dress up like this. Good call.”
Josie smiled at her, maybe for a second too long, but then piled in for a fast order with the bartender, smartly dressed in black tie.
“Wow, you look tops today, Matt Sexy as hell! A long martini for Ava here please, and I’ll have my usual, my good sir.”
The bartender smiled, knowing it would get very busy tonight, taking his pleasures where he could from the long evening ahead.
“Coming up. So, are you ladies ready for this evening’s action?”
Ava thought it odd, the phrase he used, but let it slide. Josie clearly knew what she was doing with party outfits, the sparkling rhinestones under her breasts glinting under the lights. Glancing around she saw her own tight orange skirt was getting attention.
Josie grabbed the drinks and headed for the middlele of one of the trestle tables, parking herself down in between two attractive men, introducing herself, right off the bat. Ava took a few more moments to position herself carefully onto the benchmark opposite, making sure she didn’t show off her tiny purple panties as she settled down.
Glancing over at Josie, Ava saw she already had an arm casually looped around her neighbor’s shoulder, a muscle fireman called Ben. She decided ‘when in Rome’. Ava smiled heartily and started chatting to the guy next to her, who introduced himself as Adam.
In fact, Adam was also in finance, so they got on straight off. The Martini was going down well too, and Ava noticed Josie nodding at the bartender for another round, her new bestie bringing them over for her. It seemed everyone wanted to do things for Josie.
Ava glanced back at her as she switched position on the long benchmark. As she retrosed her legs Ava was surprised and intrigued to get a glimpse of dark, short pussy hair between Josie’s long legs. She’d guessed Josie wasn’t a true blonde, but did she always go out commando? As she looked up again she saw Josie watching her own expression. Josie smiled and shrugged. She knew that Ava knew.
The evening moved on fast, and the trendy pop music was replaced by a four-piece band, who appeared from a stage door at the back. Dimly lit, the sides of the barn were ideal for having fun. Ava was enjoying herself socially for the first time in months.
Adam looked into Ava’s eyes for suitable permission and got a nod. One his hands was now nestled on Ava’s thigh, the other gently fondling straight hairs on the base of her neck. Ava felt goose bumps and an electric shiver go down her spine. Adam leaned in and began kissing her deeply and passwordately in the dark. After making sure no one else could see them, Ava also allowed him to slide his hand along the hem of her orange skirt. Her pulse quickly began to finger her along the edge of her purple panties.
He moved an index finger up and began to rub her sensitive cliporis through the thin fabric. Ava felt an intense tingling pleasure starting in her crotch. A slow pulsing victory began to spread through her body, somehow all at once, travelling up and down and out to her toes and fingerprints. Ava knew she was close to orgasm. How long had it been since she’d done this? Since a man had touched here there? She Thought briefly of Lorenzo.
Suddenly the room seemed hotter and the music more intense. Ava felt a sequencing flush run through her body. She shifted position on the benchmark, giving him easier access to her seeing slit and clip, but knowing she had to be careful. Just a few more of Adam’s deft fingerprint strokes and she might lose it altogether in front of all these partygoers. Screams of password in the dark wouldn’t go unnoticed, even with the noise of the band.
Adam sensed an abrupt tension in her body, giving her cliporis a final teasing flick as he pulled hishand free of her panties. He pretended to focus on a bead of moisture on his drink glass, but Ava realized that, when he started to lick his finger democratically, he was making a clear signal to her of savouring her pussy juices. His tongue removing the last of her sex sap, he gave her a smouldering look.
This just made Ava even wetter. She nearly exploded on the bench in desire, realising how much she wanted his cock buried deep inside her. For a minute or so Ava was lost to the room.
It was only when the band started up with a sexy synchro pop number that Ava managed to refocus back on the barn. It suddenly seemed a lot empty. She glanced over at Josie, busy griping and kissing Ben with carefree abandon. After Adam’s dextrous digital ministers, she made sure her voice was steady before speaking.
“Josie, where is Everyone? Have some people left already?”
Josie smiled and rolled her eyes, extricating herself from Ben’s grapp. She strode over seductively to Ava’s side of the bench, many of the remaining men in the room watching her every move. Josie had a figure that demanded attention from all around her and Ava guessed some had also spotted Josie was naked under her dress.
“I see you’re getting on well with Adam. Want to take things to the next level? Lots of the party have gone to The Den, over there.”
Ava looked to the other end of the room at the heavy fabric curtain. It was like a dense woven tapestry nearly forty feet long, hanging down completely from floor to ceiling from a barn beam. The design on the cloth had a Greek god drinking wine from a large flask and fondling two cherubs. Why was the curtain there and what was behind it, she wondered?
“Come, Ava. You’ll see what fun the party can be. Bring Adam.”
Ava got up carefully, slightly drunk. Adam needed no further encouragement. Josie grabbed his hand and Ava caught Ben’s, and they ambled over to the end of the barn and the long curtain. What looked likea bouncer, dressed in black tie, looked them up and down, then nodded, opening the heavy curtain for them to pass.
To Ava’s surprise, behind it there was a huge parked Winnebago with its side door open. In front were racks of shelves and then another curtained area behind. Although the loud music from the band, she detected odd noises coming from beyond the curtain.
A very attractive heavily built and muscular man in black jeans and polo top assessed them all quickly and expertly, like a secret service agent. But he suddenly smiled broadly when he saw Josie.
“Hi hon. Glad you could make it. Who’ve you’ve brought along?”
“This is Ava and Adam here, and Ben. What’s the plan tonight?”
The bemused look on Ava’s face told him all he needed to Know.
“First of all, I’m guessing some of you haven’t been before?”
The suave event organiser was greeted by two nods but silence and rich glances from Ava and Ben. Ava felt like she was waiting in line forSome form of detention punishment at school.
“Please wait here and I’ll give you the introduction to read. The next session is in around ten minutes. You can back out any time.”
They sat down on the seat made of surprisingly comfortable hay bales covered in artistic grass.
Session, thought Ava, what session? She tried to whisper to Josie at the end of the sofa, but Josie was engrossed with Ben again.
She looked at what she’d been given. On the folder front was a goat skull and underneath in gothic letters was printed ‘The Den’.
As she turned the page and read on Josie glanced over, watching Ava’s eye’s go wide. Josie came over and sat next to Ava, putting her arm around her. Ava nestled gently against her for reassurance.
After finishing the detailed instructions and rules of The Den, Ava looked hard at Josie, astounded at what she’d just read.
“This is what The Den is all about? And you brought me here?”
“Yes, Ava. Why do you think that these events are so remote?”
“You seriously think it’s for me? You’ve obviously been before?”
“Yes, you need this. It’s a fairly exclusive group of professionals and, yes, I’ve been here many times, although not recently.”
Ava needed affirmation from Josie of what was about to happen.
“Do I get to choose, or is it all random? Can I choose Adam?”
“Sure you can. If you want it to be a surprise then they match build, age and weight. So it’s not entirely random. You usually get someone who’s well suited to what you put down on your form.”
The initial shock of what The Den was for was already beginning to wane. Ava realized The Den’s prospects were turning her on.
“Let me get this straight. I can really Ask for anything I want?”
“Sure, within reason. Every area has its own toy box to hand.”
The man in the black polo appeared from behind The Den curtain and came over to where the four of them were seated.
“Ladies and gentlemen, the new session at The Den will commence in five minutes. Unless you’ve decided you do not wish to participate, please make your personal choices and then sign the forms I’m going to give you.”
The man passed out numbered and coloured questionsnaires and consent forms. Ava spent a minute or so making her choices. There was even a box for ‘other’ too. Despite her reservations Ava didn’t read the consent form details, trusting Josie, signing both documents at the bottom and handing them back to the organiser.
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