Seize the Moment, Seize the Day
A long, narrow, cozy lounge room, perimeter lined by a comfortable red sofa. Glass-topped coffee tables in between the long sides. Condoms in a bowl. Silent porn playing on a TV mounted high in the corner, facing both this room and the L-shaped room extension that housed the bar. An always-eclectic mix of soft pop music playing from unseen speakers. A metal wall-hanging at the closed end of the room advising us to Carpe Diem.
No one ever watched the porn, it just seemed like a tradition… something which someone was assigned to fire up every day. Everyone just knew it was always there for the decades that this location hosted what it hosted. Who knows, maybe someone was simply fearful of not keeping it going, of breaking the tradition? Either way, no one ever questioned its existence, or focused on it, either.
The condoms in this particular bowl were rarely used. Even though the hosts’ rules stated that sex was allowed and welcomed anywhere on the premises (except the sauna), this was more of a by-default social space, for meeting, for greeting, for chilling out, for recuperating with a beverage or two.
I was sitting next to my partner for this event, doing just that… unwinding with a couple of soft drinks. This was a place where one could have the most fun by keeping all their senses intact, after all. The rules also stated that guests had to be nude, with appropriate towel wraps distributed for sitting, and for wrapping up in the dining room.
There were a few other couples on the sofas, also relaxing, some in quiet conversation. The couple directly across from us moved beyond conversation as the woman parted her partner’s towel and started giving him a blowjob.
We watched this enjoyable little show, the movement of my towel wrap eventually betraying my own growing erection. My partner of course sensed this, and said,
“Porn up there, live porn right across from us. Want to make our own porn?”
I could barely answer before her hand finished the parting of the wrap that my erection had started, and her warm, wet lips and tongue descended around my cock.
It didn’t take long before this all sparked the other couples in the room, the woman in each couple blowing her partner, providing eye candy for each other, along with plenty of moaning to accompany the background music.
In time, things evolved to where plenty of condoms were used from the usually just-there bowl.
Carpe Diem, indeed!