Living in a city like Sanford, Fl can cause a sane, young, attractive, well educated black woman to go mad. Nightlife- huh- there is barely a day life work, home, work, home. That is the story of my early life.

I feel like Im missing out on a lot.

Until, I met this guy named Rich. Saying, thinking, even seeing his name makes me amorous. I was in Atlanta on business trying to acquire several properties. After a long day of meetings and go sees, I was ready to unwind. When I got back to the hotel, I asked the receptionist what the local hot spot was.

She paused for a moment and smiled. Yeah, there are several to choose from, it just depends on what youre into.

I thought I noticed her tongue snake from side to side, but I wasnt sure. Like what? Again it depends on what youre into.

Im not sure how to answer that. Im into having fun, good drinks, and nice atmosphere. I started to get a little irritated by the cat and mouse game that seemed to be occurring.

As I started to tell her thanks for her time she said, I think you would like love Jones. Love Jones? Yeah its a nice club off Peachtree.

I think youd like it there, good vibes.

Thank you.

Maybe Ill check it out. As I turned to walk away, I could not help but notice her honey colored cleavage made so apparent by her bustier top.

I shook my head, smiled, and headed up to my room. A shower and a couple bottles from the mini bar, I was ready to hit the town.

Nothing like hitting the town in a city where no one knows you, the city is your playground and the people are your toys. At first glance, Love Jones looked like an after work slide off. I felt under dressed. Everyone there was business casual and I had on a dress like the one J-lo wore to the award show. I make my way to the bar while hearing all of the approvals from men and some women on my outfit. I order a mojito and sip slow. Hhmmm. I let the rum and mint tonic roll over my tongue. Is it that good? I turn around to see who was disturbing my bliss. Yes, yes it is. Damn this brotha is fine. Shit! I hope he doesnt play it up by saying some silly shit. Hello my name is Rich. Hi, Im Kori.

I say smiling to myself. Kori ugh? I like male names on women.

Thank you. Please sit down.

So, Kori I havent seen you here before.

Oh, shit. Here he goes. I knew it was too good to be true. No you wouldnt have.

He is waiting for an explanation, one he does not get. So, I guess youre here all the time? I said. Yeah, since the first time I really let go Ive been hooked.

I come back just about every month. Great. It was nice to meet you Rich, take care.

I say as I push my chair out to leave for fear he might try to tell me his life story. Nice to meet you too Kori.

Maybe youll save me a dance? I smiled and lost myself in the crowd.

The club had a good vibe, but it seemed like everyone was waiting for something. Anticipation hung in the air. After a few drinks, I was feeling all warm inside. I noticed a couple that kept starring at me.

It wasnt so much creepy as it was irritating. I made my way around the club pausing at times, to see and be seen.

By now my drinks where starting to run through me so I made my way to the ladies room. Shortly after, I hear the stall door next to me open and close.

Then I hear a distinct low humming noise. I know this noise because I do this quite often myself. It was a vibrator.

Soon the soft sounds of heavy breathing started to escape the stall. I felt the need to hurry what I was doing so not to disturb, but was also intrigued and did not want to leave. I knew she knew I was in the stall next to her because as she entered hers I was flushing my toilet.

Her moans grew more intense. I hadnt noticed my underwear become moist, until a little of my juices were running down my leg, which, is not to hard with the string I chose to call underwear. I bent down to grab some tissue and noticed a small window above the paper real. It was the woman from the couple that kept starring at me. She was gorgeous up close. She had nice full lips, skin like burnt sugar, and almond eyes. Her dress had splits that started and stopped at her hips. She turned her dress so the splits revealed her bush, and used one hand to hold the pocket rocket on her personal place and the other to massage her D cup breast. By this time, I pulled my G-string to the side and started to message myself. Just then, someone came in the bathroom. We both froze and our eyes locked. I quickly stood up, got some tissue to wipe myself when I heard her stall door open and close, but she did not leave. Someone came into to her stall. I heard her get up and feet shuffle then the sound of a belt buckle and zipper unfasten. Almost instantly, I heard the deep groan of a man. The groan became more intense and then I heard the hum of the rocket again. Now they were groaning in harmony. My patch of garment was now completely soaked. My hand was writhing up and down my love. First on my personal place then, to the lips of my softness now slowly inserting fingers inside my heaven. Hmm, I moaned to myself as I entered my plush, wet softness. At the same time in the stall next to me, I could hear slurping and the mans groans have now turned into cries.

She hit the last notch she could on her toy, he palmed the wall and I slid down on the seat. We were all singing in unison. This seemed to last at least for 50 seconds. There was heavy breathing and then a soft giggling. I turned a shade of red I did not know I was able to do. A moment past then there was a knock at my stall.

Yeah, I said voice cracking. Do you mind if I borrow some tissue, there is none in my stall.

Her words were heavily accented. Sure just a moment.

I struggled to get myself together. I bunched my G in my hand and opened the door. She was standing there looking luminous. Her breast spilling out of her fitted blazer top. I bent over to reel off some tissue when she steps in the stall. She ran her hand down the length of my back over my soft place and down to mid thigh.

She lifted my skirt I rose slowly to give her full frontal access.

Her hands ran slow and deliberate up my inner thigh. When she reached my manicured bikini line, she traced my softness with her finger. Then from the perineum, she used her middle finger to find her way inside and applied pressure to the walls of my softness while palming it with the rest of her hand. She dips her finger in and out twice and kept rising until she gets to the personal place. Slowly she brought her hand to her mouth. As she takes her finger into her mouth, she closes her eyes to savor my flavor. I stood there waiting to see the expression on her face when she tastes me.

The smile on her face told me she liked it.

Growing curious, I wanted to know what she tasted so, I took my hand and ran it up my kitten-- damn Im wet. I toy my finger nice a slow and then trace it down her chest and around her right nipple.

The door of her stall opens and I jump a little. Its the man, who comes to break-up our twosome again. He comes out and smiles. Its Rich! Not the person I thought she was with earlier. I smile and nod. His face is glowing and his eyes are glazed.

I palm her breast as I move into her. Our cheeks brush as I say excuse me and leave the bathroom. I dont know why I left the bathroom. I was obviously horny but a little freaked out. As I made my way down the hall, I noticed a movement in the corner of my eye.

I leaned in to see what it is and realize its a woman on her knees pleasuring her man. I shake my head and wonder what the hell is going on.

I make my way out to the dance floor and the club has turned into an all out freak fest. People are at the bar getting or receiving head. Women on the dance floor dancing topless together. A section along the wall with big couches has couples all intertwined with one another. This is too out and in the open for me and I start to make my way to the door when I feel a pull on my arm. I turn around to see who it was I see Rich and smile