I had been single at this point for about 6 months, re-introduced fully into the LS and having a great time. I was active on several normal vanilla dating sites, of course. While I was regularly getting laid via LS parties, I also had a rotation of vanilla girls going. Then one day I got a message from a blonde with a more-revealing-than-usual profile pic. This was a popular regular dating site, but this girl pops right in with a short message that read: “Aren’t you in [a local swingers group]?” Ha! My reply was, “Way to out yourself!”. We chatted briefly and set up to meet Thursday night at a dive bar about 20 minutes away from me. It was a very strange situation and not one I’d experienced before -- meeting a single attractive swinger at a bar to hang with her swinger friends. Apparently there was a small group that met each Thursday there to have some drinks.

Back then, I was kind of a bar fly and no stranger to the dark, smoky bars in the area. I got there a bit before our scheduled time at 8pm. The group generally starts appearing around 9 and she wanted a little time to chat before everyone else showed up. I had a beer or two to calm the nerves, but then waited and waited. Around 9 I noticed people that I vaguely recognized, but didn’t know well enough to go introduce myself. She finally showed around 9:30 (late, as usual, per her MO as I learned eventually). She came in like a tornado, very loud, very noticeable. She wasn’t dressed super slutty or anything, but a loud blonde in jeans and leopard-print heels is pretty unmistakable, not to mention the two matching tattoos, one on each tit above the low neckline of her top. After quick hellos to her friends, she spotted me (easy to find the skinny bald guy) and came over. We small-talked very briefly and then she dragged me into the fray of her friends.

Overall, it was an interesting night. I chatted some with her, but more so with the guys in the group. It was a fun time with lots of beer, some shots, some karaoke, and general dive bar rowdiness. I learned she actually lived the next major town over, a 40+ minute drive from here. And I watched as she drank way too much to be able to drive home. I had no real idea what to expect from this girl or from this evening, so just kind of watched and waited as things played out. Eventually the 2am closing time rolled near, and discussion turned to her getting home. She wasn’t sloppy drunk, but definitely not driving anywhere. There was an offer from a local couple for her to come back with them (sounded like she often crashed on their couch) but she quickly brushed that aside and started literally hanging all over me. Point taken! So I offered to bring her back to my place and promised to return her there tomorrow morning to get her car. And off we went.

It was a long 20 minute drive up the highway. She had no clue where we were going and made some comments, well too late at that point, about trusting me with her drunk ass. I still had no really idea what was going on, and wasn’t sure if she’d just end up passing out on my couch. But as we pulled into the neighborhood, she was rallying herself to sober up more and keep going. Once inside, I offered her some water, and we stepped out back for a last cigarette. I was finally catching on -- there was definitely going to be fucking here tonight.

After the smoke, we headed up to my bedroom where she finally kicked off those heels and plopped herself down on my bed. She was texting someone for a bit - not sure even now if she was lining up her weekend or confirming with friends that she was safe, but I figured, “fuck it, now or never” and grew a pair and hopped on top of her on the bed. She was on her belly, phone in hand, and I was essentially sitting lightly on her legs, starting to rub her lower back and ass. She took the queue and dropped her phone.

She was fairly attractive and tatted up like a porn star: tramp stamp, legs/feet, tits, plus more on her thigh and sides. Pierced nipples and navel and those little silver implant things in her cleavage. A little chunky, but very firm. The fucking was porn quality. Very hard at times, lots of positions, quite loud. Very hot and very fun. By the end we were a sweaty mess. As we rolled apart afterwards, the was a joint sigh of fatigue and then, literally, a high five. That’s right - we high fived after fucking.