I sipped my coffee as I sat across the table from Kari, waiting for my meal to be delivered. We had met at an 'adult mingle' club for people into kinky sex the previous night, chatting in a very friendly way over drinks in a large crowd of friends. I hadn't really known anyone in the group except for my buddy who had invited me along, and I had ended up sitting beside Kari purely by chance. Luckily, we seemed to hit it off quite well, and by the end of the evening had exchanged cell numbers. Truth to tell, I was a little surprised when she accepted my invitation for a lunch date. Kari was really quite attractive, and dressed much more posh than I. A little out of my league I thought.
As I sipped my coffee she talked animatedly about why she had been at the club. It turned out that she had only been there a few times and was a relative newcomer to the whole 'adult mingle' scene, as I was. She was going on at length about her sex life. She was married, like me, and unsatisfied, like me, and that thing in common was what caused us to hit it off at the club in the first place. Her husband was a successful professional and workaholic, like my wife, who travelled a lot for business and clearly put his career ahead of his marriage. I could sympathize. From what Kari was saying, he was also apparently not much in bed, being as business-like and efficient with his time there as he was in the office. When he had time to be in bad at all aside from sleeping, that is. Again, I could sympathize. Her husband had never really invested much time in figuring out how a woman's body worked, nor given any priority to Kari's pleasure. When we had talked, she was surprised how much I knew. I think had she thought her husband was typical of all men.
Kari was at the club that night because she had decided to take her sexual needs in her own hands. She was not actually very experienced sexually aside from a few positions her husband liked, and hadn't even had many orgasms. They weren't a priority for him. She had been tremendously deprived, married to someone who invested as little time as possible into his sex life, and who was really quite repressed sexually. He had been raised in a non-western, religious family where even talking about sex was considered dirty and he never learned about the facts of life. In fact, Kari had never even experienced oral sex. Her husband found the idea of putting your mouth where wastes came out repellent. This was just one of a long list of shortcomings.
A friend of hers who knew her sexual history had gotten her to watch a couple of bondage sex videos which turned her on enormously, and that same friend had invited her to the club. So Kari was not so much a BDSM practitioner as she was an avid fan. She was keen to learn, and apparently I had impressed her with my experience.
And hopefully, in an hour or so, my performance.
As we talked she asked me about the kinds of things I would like to do to her, and I could see her getting visibly excited. I showed her my duffel bag and opened the zip at the top so that she could see the handcuffs and toys inside, and she put one hand to her cheek, blushing bright red and saying 'Oh, my!' She looked up at me, and down into the duffel bag several times, and I could hear her breath get a little uneven.
'Is all that for me?' she asked, eyes wide. 'Maybe not all today,' I replied, 'but sooner or later. Baby steps for now.'
'Fuck baby steps!' she replied. 'I've been waiting too long. I want to dive in the deep end!'
