He carefully placed a variety of selected items into his black sports bag. He was alone in their bedroom at the first floor. The ceiling went at a slant towards the floor making it difficult to stand erect close to the window. He was therefore struggling with the bag while he was standing in the small three dimensional space left between the bed, the yellow painted wall and the ceiling.
Clean black boxer shorts, a towel and a handful of condoms. Surely there would be condoms in the club but he wanted to be familiar with the brand. Too often during his life had he experienced trying to slide into a too tight and narrow rubber cover. Since he finally had found the right brand and the right model he stayed with it. Normally he would also have placed various SM-related items into the bag but not today. He had no appointments, he didn’t know anyone in advance and he knew for certain from his studies of the black and red pages during the late evenings that most members of the club were not in particularly interested in sadomasochism.
He zipped the bag and went downstairs. He did not wear a coat. It was too hot a day for coats. He wore jeans and a T-shirt. The sports bag was placed at the rear cargo rack on his bicycle. He sat up and began his journey on this beautiful day. He greeted his middle-aged single neighbour as he passed her smiling face on his way.
It took him fifteen minutes to get to the Metro station. He enjoyed the view over the open fields and the few modern blocks which were beginning to erupt from the earth in this new and very fashionable part of the city. The metro tracks were above the ground for five stops and only then did the train go under ground. He sat thinking about what was lying ahead of him. Still not nervous at all. He was more in a mood where he was imagining what would meet him inside the club. From the red and black pages he knew that one woman and a few men had already announced their arrival in the club which opened at one o’clock in the afternoon.
It was around two o’clock when the train again broke up from the underworld beneath the city’s steaming hot asphalt. He was overwhelmed by the strong and bright sunlight that hit his unprepared retinas. He blinked a few times and began to enjoy being able to see the blue sky again. A few stops and the train reached the final destination. The last station on the line and he got off.
He was considerably more nervous now. He clearly felt the dryness in his mouth and the bouncing heart in his chest. Both frightening and exiting at the same time. This was life.
He began his short walk towards the club. A ten minute walk trough a quiet neighbourhood and then he found himself standing at a rather busy road. He waited for a small pause in the constant flow of cars, found it and crossed the road.
The last part was the difficult part. There is always a moment of reluctance, a moment of regret, a moment for changing your mind. He had routine in circumventing these moments of hesitation. He felt the reluctance but he did not slow down. He went with a self confident walking style directly towards the door in the worn out yellow building. He entered, climbed the few steps up and pushed the bell, which made a buzzer-like sound.
The door opened, he entered, closed the door and he immediately felt the calm coming to him. The darkness was in marked contrast to the bright sunshine he had just left. His eyes could hardly catch the silhouette of the woman standing in what looked like a small ticket office. Then he noticed her kind smile and her unusual clothing – or lack of clothing. She was wearing a small Bra and hot pants. Before he said a word he took the liberty to get the feeling of the atmosphere. The woman in bra, the darkness and the moaning sounds of sexually aroused people. He felt the warm spreading in his body. He was ready to proceed.
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