The first time: sex for money; The club

 So here I am. Around me about twenty girls, all dressed in the same clothes as me - nothing or at least almost nothing, the work clothes in a nudist club. I'm actually not afraid to show myself naked, I love my body, often go to the sauna and like to do without the annoying wrapped towel, but here it's just something different. Sure, in the sauna, too, a man's eyes sometimes glimpse me, a smile flits from male lips, but here in the club it's different looks, appraising, evaluating, I almost felt the eyes of the male guests sticking to my body, like that Some have probably already asked themselves whether the new - that is, me - their money, referred to here succinctly as a club unit, is also worth it.
Luckily Carmen is with me, my friend who brought me to the club. Carmen is her only name here, her work name, Evelyn in civil life, just as I don't work here under my real name - Hannelore - either. When the doors of the club closed behind me for the first time, from then on my name was Chantal, I was half-French and my twenty-six years were reduced to twenty-two.

I try to loosen up, although my whole body was trembling, Carmen - I have to get used to calling her that, forgetting Evelyn at the latest at the entrance of the club - for her part, I calmed down a little, that would pass with the first guest at the latest.
The club was filling up more and more, I estimated the number of girls at about thirty; at that time there were maybe ten men in the large, slightly darkened lounge, sitting with a drink at the long bar or doing a few laps in the pool. With some of the men present, I thought I noticed that they deliberately ignored the girls, regulars, said Carmen, who often chose a girl, usually her favorite, before completing their wellness program or considering the day of their long club stay, take it easy. Nevertheless, more and more often I saw a girl walking up the stairs with a guest to the place where the rooms were, which for the men, despite the sauna, whirlpool and massages, were the real reason for visiting the club.
Carmen had also spotted her first “victim” in the meantime, obviously a newcomer to the club, a welcome victim, with which they demonstrate to me once again how to approach guests.
Smiling, Carmen approached the guest, crouched down next to him, immediately sought physical contact. The two seemed to have found a common topic of conversation, at least you saw the two laughing together several times and Carmen's body contact became more intense, she began to caress his upper body, breathed first kisses on his cheeks and lips. It didn't take long before her hand, which was just stroking his upper body, wandered lower, reached under the towel, to where the man is most sensitive. Before long Carmen's efforts were marked by success. He laid his head back with relish, enjoyed Carmen's first caresses, more kisses, the closeness of her body. It didn't take long until the two of them got up, he first had to get his towel back into the right shape, yet its hardening was clearly visible. Hand in hand they both floated up the few steps, steps that often mean the Staieway to heaven for the guests.

I shifted restlessly back and forth on my towel. Carmen had been upstairs for a long time, other girls also went to the first floor, some stayed a long time, some returned very quickly, only Carmen simply did not show up. I felt more and more among the other girls, their hustle and bustle and up and down the stairs, like Cinderella, about whom nobody wanted to know anything. I felt the men's looks on me, more questioning than desirous, but somehow nobody had the courage to speak to me - the new one. And to approach one of the guests myself, skillfully ensnare and seduce him, I still lacked the courage to do that, the fear of reaping a sobering ´no´ at the first attempt at foreboding was much too great.
At last Carmen returned with her guest, laughing and walking arm in arm into the small adjoining room, in which the valuables lockers were to hand over the club unit, their fee.
She returned happily. “One hour” - so my sense of time hadn't deceived me after all - Carmen cheered. “A stroke of luck, earned entry and taxes right from the first guest. Whatever comes next is mine ”. Carmen gave me some advice, which I was grateful for, then I saw HIM coming up the stairs from the basement, where there were showers and changing rooms. My first guest that I hoped and wished for.
He skilfully circumnavigated the first cliffs, the Romanians and Bulgarians lurking directly at the staircase, steered neatly towards the counter and sat down with the cola he had received in one of the seating sets close to us. Just looking at it got my blood pumping. I couldn't believe that such a man needed to have to buy sex here. An estimated 90 kilos spread over 185 cm, he was not a model athlete, but what he had here and there in the way of small flaws was by far made up for by his almost shoulder-length, very well-groomed blond curls and his steel-blue eyes. Every glance near him made me tremble with excitement, with joyful hope that he would be the one with whom I would make my way up for the first time.
But how was I supposed to approach him, him who was more like the embodiment of a Greek warrior than a puff-visitor who could have ten girls on one hand in the blink of an eye. Carmen seemed to have recognized my train of thought. wanted to look playfully from the couch to him, but I stayed rooted to the spot: “What if he says no? The first one I address. I would be the mockery of the whole club ”. "You will survive." "I do not dare". The decision was accepted by a beautiful, long-legged Romanian who was just about to sit down next to him. The chance was wasted, I thought, but was surprised that he would send her away again. He also seems to be picky. So why should he be interested in me?
But somehow in this moment of disappointment I felt that his gaze seemed to stick to me, literally touching me, but not in this appraising form, as it has often happened to me today. There was something warm, tender in his eyes, his looks caressed me without judging me. His lips formed into a smile, an inviting smile. In my mind's eye I saw each other in the unending sun, ocean waves stranded on our ankles, hair blowing in the summer wind. Somehow in a trance I must have got up, took the first tentative steps in his direction, he was like a magnet that attracted me to him. His hand made an inviting gesture for me to sit down with him. "Hello", a warm, soothing mood greeted me, “My name is Norman. And you?" "Chantal", I stuttered more than answered, he must have just noticed my nervousness, put his arm around me in a protective way, waited until my first nervousness had subsided. But I had made it, my first guest, and my dream guest hadn't sent me away straight away. “Shall I get you a Coke?”; I nodded more than answered. Carmen smiled over at me, showed me that she was crossing both fingers for me, then Norman returned with the drinks, put his arm around me again. It started to rumble in my body. My blood seemed to flow in torrents in the direction of my small, intimate paradise, which must already be filled with my glittering love liquid. Now you have to hold small talk, not lose the guest, but where do you get a topic from so quickly? I snuggled up against him, hoping he would find a topic or take the initiative in some other direction. It felt wonderful to cuddle up to him like that, to lie in his strong arms, but it should feel wonderful to him, he was the guest I didn't want to lose.
“I sent the Romanian away on purpose,” he began, “because I wanted you. Right from the start. I was hoping you would sit down with me, I'm just too shy to speak to a girl. Also here in the club. Funny, no, when your girl lives from being spoken to ”. I hung on his lips, wishing nothing more than to be kissed by them. “I saw you right away too. Are you here for the first time?" What was supposed to look cool only came out of my mouth as a stutter. His lips approached mine, blowing a kiss on her. “No, I'm a regular here, come at least twice a week. But you are new Your first day I am your first guest? " I could only answer with a nod. He saw through me from the start. "Good," he said, “Then we want to put on a show for the others. You have to court me. Don't worry, we'll both go upstairs, but there has to be some show beforehand. I am telling you what to do. OK?? So, kneel next to me on the sofa, so you have the most seductive skin contact. Caress my chest, kiss my cheeks ”. I just followed his instructions, happy to know that room was already arranged.
“Now comes the most important thing,” he lectured. “The handle under the towel, the guest hot on you”. I hadn't touched many men at this point, let my hand slide slowly under his sauna towel, I didn't have to search long, his hardening was obvious. . A slight moan came from his mouth as my fingers closed around his best piece, which could no longer be called soft tissue, slowly slid up and down on him. I knew beforehand that I would have it in my room, but now I was completely sure. Norman was lying on the sofa, head leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying my beginner skills. He began to tremble very quickly, slightly, and pushed my hand aside: “We'd better continue that in the room.
At last I, with a guest in tow, was able to walk up the stairs, to the upper floor, to the rooms that men were only allowed to enter when accompanied by a girl. It was a triumphal march for me, I took every step up to my first room passage was as intense as if I were on the Walk of Fame. I had my first room. Now I was one of them.

It seemed to take forever until the door of the room, the most important piece of furniture in which was a large, inviting round bed, closed behind us. The walls of the small room were covered with nudes and a few mirrors, a monitor was showing porn, probably the same as in the cinema.
So here I would try to make my first guest happy. Hesitantly, I took off my sheer lingerie, lounging seductively on the bed, before Norman dropped his towel, which he had loosely wrapped around his loins. Very seductive, I noticed that at that moment, I no longer needed him. His slight hardening, which I had diagnosed in the club room, turned into a standing guard who would have done any guards regiment to honor. Slowly he lay down next to me, started kissing me and caressing my body. “Don't pay attention to the time, just let everything happen,” he whispered to me, “just give me a sum at the end. You will get it from me. If there is something you don't want to do, a 'no' is enough. Again he took me in his arms kissed me, pulled me tight. I lost the feeling that I would ask for money from him afterwards, suddenly had the feeling that I was being held, kissed, and caressed by my boyfriend, not by a stranger who had bought me for a while. It was wonderful what his lips did to mine, how his tongue played in my mouth, wandered over my neck, my face. A burst of heat raced through me, blazing, inextinguishable flames of passion, wheels of fire turned in my little paradise, lava flowed through my body. I could literally feel that the sticky, glittering water in mine seemed to boil, as if a volcano had just erupted beneath her, my tendons were stretched to the point of breaking. suddenly had the feeling of being held, kissed, and caressed by my friend, not by a stranger who had bought me for a while. It was fantastic what his lips did to mine, how his tongue played in my mouth, wandered over my neck, my face. A burst of heat raced through me, blazing, inextinguishable flames of passion, wheels of fire turned in my little paradise, lava flowed through my body. I could literally feel that the sticky, glittering water in mine seemed to boil, as if a volcano had just erupted beneath her, my tendons were stretched to the point of breaking. suddenly had the feeling of being held, kissed, caressed by my friend, not by a stranger who had bought me for a while. It was fantastic what his lips did to mine, how his tongue played in my mouth, wandered over my neck, my face. A burst of heat raced through me, blazing, inextinguishable flames of passion, wheels of fire turned in my little paradise, lava flowed through my body. I could literally feel that the sticky, glittering water in mine seemed to boil, as if a volcano had just erupted beneath her, my tendons were stretched to the point of breaking. what his lips did to mine, how his tongue played in my mouth, wandered over my neck, my face. A burst of heat raced through me, blazing, inextinguishable flames of passion, wheels of fire turned in my little paradise, lava flowed through my body. I could literally feel that the sticky, glittering water in mine seemed to boil, as if a volcano had just erupted beneath her, my tendons were stretched to the point of breaking. what his lips did to mine, how his tongue played in my mouth, wandered over my neck, my face. A burst of heat raced through me, blazing, inextinguishable flames of passion, wheels of fire turned in my little paradise, lava flowed through my body. I could literally feel that the sticky, glittering water in mine seemed to boil, as if a volcano had just erupted beneath her, my tendons were stretched to the point of breaking.
Norman's hands wandered lower, making room for his lips, his tongue, which followed them, played with the nipples of my breasts, sucked on them; he bit into it tenderly, increasing my lust immeasurably. His tongue crossed the valley between my hills, pampered the other pleasure cone, and then hiked deeper and deeper. His tongue slid deeper, deeper and deeper, played with my navel, rummaged in it, wandered on to my Venus, on which only a very thin strip of hair could be seen, which I had often teasingly referred to as the flight path. Finally he dedicates himself to my most sensitive area, the labia throbbing with heated blood, my treasure, the pleasure pearl that was hidden deep in my shell, my pleasure center, a treasure chest that only a few have been allowed to open up to now. But as if he would spurn it, his tongue slipped past it, devoting itself to the insides of my thighs, playing with them just as if they should be the target of his desire. My lust increased immeasurably, I was already thinking of smelling my arousal myself.
All of a sudden I felt a lustful explosion inside me, electric shocks that didn't want to end, a tremendous eruption of lust. Norman's tongue had wandered to my pearl, played with it, his lips, sucked, suckled on it. I had never experienced this feeling so intensely, never before had my thighs trembled so much when a man's tongue dipped into my lake. Oh, if this pleasure, this feeling of perfect passion would never end, I closed my eyes, looked for his head, rummaged through the long blond hair while he sucked the love juice out of me.
Together we floated on a cloud in the direction of paradise, a paradise that at that moment had opened its gates only for us. It got hotter and hotter inside of me, it throbbed and rumbled in my pleasure center, my body began to rear up, my slight moaning to a scream, my thighs trembled, the express train of the climax rushed through my body, without rest, without stop He took possession of me, there was a tingling sensation in my whole body, lightning struck, unloaded their erotic cargo. It must have taken minutes, that's how long my orgasm rushed through me before I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, breathing heavily.
My first husband in the club - actually the one who should moan under my hands and lips, whose fulfillment it should actually be about, but who gave me the most beautiful orgasm of my life, was smiling next to me, his chin casually on his forearm. "Well, he asked teasingly. “It was beautiful, but now it's your turn”. I crouched between his legs, began to caress his muscular body, felt with every touch how my little oasis was flooded again, from dry to wetland. My tongue played gently with his nipples as my hands slid lower, lower and lower. I hadn't given orgasms to many men yet, but I made up my mind that he should be special. Slowly my tongue followed the hands, leaving a slight damp trail over his body.
It was my hands that reached their target first, slid around it as if they were little snakes wrapped around their victim. I noticed from his reaction how much he liked this touch, continued to stroke him, used only a few fingers, then the whole hand, played with him, enjoyed his ecstatic moaning, which became louder and more intense as time went on. Saliva dripped from my mouth onto it, which I wanted to use as a companion, my head dipped millimeter by millimeter until my lips finally closed around his towering stick, which was completely absorbed by my mouth. My tongue played on him like that of a snake looking for prey, my lips closed around him, with gentle lip pressure I took him with me to the land of dreams. He had long since stopped caressing my brunette locks, he had long closed his eyes, enjoyed what I gave him, his moaning became more intense, louder, more violent from second to second. But it wasn't that far yet, he shouldn't come yet. His climax should be a release from all the tension, all the excitement he was in. Whenever I felt that it could not go any further, I loosened my lips from him, let him calm down a little, only to take him with me again immediately afterwards on my ride into the paradise of perfect eroticism. We were together like that for a long time, a long time trying to reproduce what he brought me back to him. His body twitched, not only his body, but above all a very important part of the body, there was now no way back, nothing that could still be prevented. Now he should find relief from his tension, now I wanted to get what was mine, what I tried so hard for. I literally felt how his most intimate liquid rushed through the pipe, his climax discharged into my receptive mouth. I continued to take care of him with my hand, let him spill, find his end, before I made sure that his love juice disappeared, never to be seen again.
Norman was lying next to me, nobody said a word, we just smiled at each other, caressed our cheeks until he said with a smile: "So you want to be a beginner?"
I didn't want to let him go that easily, I immediately started kissing and caressing him again. Smiling, he turned to me, returned my kisses, let his hands slide over my body. Again we lay in each other's arms, kissed each other, let our hands go on an exploration tour again, again my grotto was not only flooded, but actually flooded. Again my fingers slid over his staff, making it grow, tremble, throb because of the pent-up blood. It throbbed in me too; my labia seemed filled with blood to the point of tearing. Heat waves chased through my body again and again, it ran down my spine. Our lips merged into a single pair of lips, our bodies became a single body trembling with pleasure. At last it was time: Norman didn't just ask for a condom, he almost begged for it. He penetrated me gently, took me with light, loving, tender thrusts. I felt his every move as intensely as if it were the last. I didn't know how long I could endure these flashes of lightning in me, the turning, blazing wheels of fire, I was burning inside, almost threatening to burn.
Norman pulled back from me, turned me around, penetrated my dark hole with his tongue. A finger peeled off the tongue and began to stretch and relax. "Did you ever?" he asked tenderly. “No, but it would be nice if you were the first”. He prepared me for a long time with his finger, changed the condom, smeared it with grease with lubricant, before he gently docked with me. Fire broke out in me, blazing, bright fire that immediately spread to my pleasure center, from where it completely seized my body.
It was unbelievable how my orgasm carried me with you, like the current of a raging river in which I threatened to sink.
It took a long time until we both regained consciousness, returned to our world, back from the galactic expanse of our common climax, until we went down the stairs into the club room. Hand in hand we took the few steps into the small, separated room with the valuables, where I received my first love wage. I proudly showed it to Carmen, who was waiting for me outside. 4 brand new green bills.