Instead of stopping at the shadowed back of the dance floor as Mandy expected, Cheryl led them down a short corridor and into a second, much smaller room. The music was still loud in here, but there was no dance floor to speak of. Instead, in the subdued lighting, Mandy could make out various little alcoves along each of the four walls, and to her shock and total delight, nearly every one of them was occupied by female couples in various positions of sexual pleasure.

Oh, fuck, yes—her very first proper sex room experience. The throb of her clit increased in tempo. Every other club fuck she’d had, even here in the US, had been a surreptitious sneak at the back of a dance floor or in the toilets. Here, for the first time, she’d found what she’d been ultimately looking for; the freedom to openly fuck in relative comfort, with no questions asked and without having to leave the premises. She grinned widely as Cheryl pulled her over to an unoccupied alcove.

“This okay?” asked Cheryl, but she’d barely got the words out before Mandy pinned her to the wall and lunged in for a ferocious kiss. Cheryl arched beneath her, and then it was a mad choreography of hands and lips and fingers, clothing being pulled out from jeans, skin being touched and licked.

Mandy was so turned on. Being able to do this, with all the other women in the room completely unfazed, gave her the biggest sexual buzz of her life.

Within minutes, she had Cheryl’s jeans undone and her fingers buried deep in her hot cunt. She fucked her slowly, wanting to make it last, to savour the freedom of the moment. However, Cheryl grabbed hold of Mandy’s wrist and urged her to up the speed. Never one to disappoint a lady, Mandy responded by pumping hard until Cheryl gushed all over her hand.

“Oh yeah,” murmured Cheryl, her heavy breaths tickling Mandy’s ear deliciously. “That was fucking good.”

Mandy grinned and kissed her. “Indeed,” she concurred. “And when you’ve got your breath back, you can give back as good as you got, okay?”

Cheryl grinned and nodded, still panting heavily. She leaned her head back against the wall and eased Mandy’s fingers out from inside her. Her breathing calmed as she did up her jeans, and as soon as that zip was up, she took hold of Mandy’s biceps and flipped her round to face the wall.

“I know what I want to do,” she whispered in Mandy’s ear as she reached round to undo Mandy’s jeans.

Mandy moaned and pushed back against Cheryl, letting her ass settle into Cheryl’s groin. Cheryl gently thrust her hips against her as she worked her hand into the front of Mandy’s knickers and then down onto Mandy’s thoroughly swollen clit.

“God, you’re really close, aren’t you?”