The Forbidden Thrills of the Glory Hole 2 Part 2: Under the Glass Moon

Story Excerpt

I smiled as I watched as the area before me has others, more men and a few more women then inside of the more or less indoor portion of the club, here the bulk of the patrons are at.
Here nature, sexuality, and freedom to explore without being ashamed of being naked, or having sex out in the open, as such this is a much more better place to have ‘dogging sex’ at then at a park, or at a forest.
I do know of places design for this sort of thing, and of course other clubs similar to The Glass Grove however, I am here now. Why should I leave for somewhere else, and I am comfortable, and as I smirk, I am also with the afterglow of having a train of men fuck me, both in my mouth and my pussy. Yes, names were given to me, but these names did not hurt or hindered me, they empowered me.
Reaching for my water bottle I slowly sip from it, as I relax as I am still within the afterglow of the sex I have, and I need a break, and I need sometime to think, but I am not done yet I am not yet done playing here, thinking back I looked upon those men who fucked me, I should have asked for their names, and maybe I would have someone else to talk to and maybe they could be out here with me, I would for sure like the idea of them having sex with me again, as well as getting to know their names as I said, they for sure knew how to treat a woman well.
As I sip my water, I sighed as I then looked up a couple of men were coming up to me, as I am sitting at the edge of the green area of the club, my chair is resting against the wall, as there are other chairs that surround the whole wall, and benches as well, as play couches with padding for play, as well as areas for group play.
The men, then grow from a couple of men to a small group of men, with a couple of the men being familiar as in they maybe some of the men who were there with me at the glory hole, and as such these men were here for me, I smiled as I slowly got up from the recliner chair, a bit sore from before but eager still to explore myself with this now growing crowd of men.
I then saw men of all colors, and shapes all of them there waiting for me to say something, they did not crowd me in they gave me my space and a clear path away. I was not being surrounded by them. One of the men came closer and his face glowed with a smile and a sense of longing as they all did, in a way that spoke to me and everyone else as if they were friends of mine who just came back after a time away.
I felt a longing with them, as well as I said above, as if they were friends long last or gone and now back in my life whom we all miss one another.
The man who came closer said with a grin on his face not one of lust or desire, or hunger and he asked, “You were the one in the glory hole, the one that took us in your mouth and pussy?” He asked me, not in a demeaning manner but in a way that spoke to our souls, it was never about pure lust, and their cocks, were not erect but in a non erect manner.
“Yes, that was me, did I treat you all well, did I do good?” I asked them a bit self consciences about myself.
Another man, a black man came forth he has a smile a warm smile and he said, “Oh you did perfect, and it is good to find you again.” He said to me.
“I’m glad to hear it,” I reply, feeling a strange warmth spread through me. Despite the anonymous nature of our previous encounter, there is something oddly intimate about this moment recognizing each other after sharing such raw pleasure without names or faces.
“We were hoping to find you again,” says a third man, stepping forward. He is tall with olive skin and dark eyes that seem to drink me in. “My name’s Marcus, by the way. Since we’re beyond the glory hole now.”
I smile, appreciating the gesture. “Ruby,” I tell them, extending my hand. It feels almost comical to be so formal while we are all completely naked, but there is something refreshing about the honesty of it.