In the summer after my divorce, I had been visiting our local swinger’s club frequently with a friend of mine. She had been going there for quite some time and built up a large circle of lifestyle friends. We would often go together because it’s way cheaper as a couple than a single male; we weren’t really dating or anything, but it was convenient for both of us. One weekend we had tentative plans to go Saturday night when another guy popped into the picture that she wanted to formally go with, but she didn’t want to leave me hanging. Turns out a friend of hers from about 2 hours away had been in touch and wanted to go as well. So my friend set us up as literally blind date to a swinger club. M was no newbie to the lifestyle, but living pretty far away, we had not yet crossed paths. We chatted off and on that week leading up to Saturday. She seemed like a down to earth gal with a good hippie side to her, so all seemed like it’d be fine.

I’m not a douche when it comes to texting. I never send dick pics unless requested, I don’t push for pics or info, or drive raunchy conversations. It’s just not my style. I’d rather meet and hang out in person and get to know each other. So about Thursday she noted I hadn’t asked for a pic. I had seen one group shot from my friend that was on Facebook (could tell she was a female redhead - but not much more), but my friend had vouched, so I wasn’t worried. But M wanted to send a few pictures just to make sure that I’d be OK hanging out with her. Kind of raised a little flag of warning for me -- was something wrong with her? Had she gained a ton of weight and was uncomfortable? I knew she was a few years older than me (mid 40s), but I had no idea what could be up… Then I got the pictures. Holy Fuck. This was a 6 foot tall amazon of a girl, bobbed red hair cut (like a pin-up girl), and tattoos everywhere. Very reminiscent of a specific style that I recalled from years ago -- what were known as Suicide Girls. (I just checked and their website still looks to be going strong!) The pics were amazing - good view of her tats, nice mini skirt in one with no panties, and also a good sense of her height. This girl was HOT. I mentioned Suicide Girls and she admitted that she used to model for them in the early days, but escaped when things got too commercial. (I mentioned this to a friend -- that I was heading out with a "suicide girl" and he asked “like the models or like a bleach drinker?” Hahahaha I still smile at that).

Anyway, Saturday rolls around. I lived about 30 minutes from the club and as any other gal, she’d have to dress and primp before hand. So she wanted to come to my apartment to change, then we’d head over kind of early (they served decent dinners back then) and meet up with our mutual friend. I did a rush clean of the apartment, did a liquor store run (clubs are BYO), and anxiously awaited. Around 3pm a rickety old car (which I wouldn’t trust for a 2 hour drive) parked out front and she rolled in. Sweatshirt, sweatpants, no underwear, hair a mess. But incredibly hot regardless.

Fast forwarding, everything went as planned, had dinner at the club, met lots of friendly faces, had a good time. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself most of the evening - it seemed ridiculous to try to score with anyone else there. First, M apparently had pretty high standards and many of the husbands at this particular club leave something to be desired - so any kind of couple play seemed off. Plus, on my selfish side, I kind of wanted her all to myself. She had on what amounted to a schoolgirl outfit (white shirt, short plaid skirt), so did spend most of the evening fondling her ass and doing a little fingering on the dance floor. As it started getting late, we were ready to head out. She had accepted all my advances thus far, so I was anxious to get her home!

The fucking was really quite good. I can’t recall much details at this point other than she really, really knew how to suck a good cock. And I recall enjoying her very much -- how could you not? What I actually recall most was waking up first the next morning. Her was this gorgeous Suicide Girl laying next to me, whom I might never run across again. I was immediately ready for a nice little morning fuck and so just started going down on her. She woke up with an “ooh” and a comment along the lines of being a good way to wake up. So we fucked some more, then without even hanging out for coffee or breakfast, made her way back home.