Skyscraper Party

There was a period of two years I lived in the US. While there I got to sample quite a bit of the swinging lifestyle. I shall on ocassion share some of them. Today I recount an interesting experience I had in New York City.

While in the US I lived in Vermont, a place with about 0.2% black population at the time. While I did get to experience some great parties and made some good friends, I always wanted to be at a party where a majority of the faces if not all were of people like me. It was getting tired just seeing white people.

And so one day I decided to check out the US version of Swappernet to see what my luck would be like. I was fortunate to see someone on there who stated he organized parties where single men were welcome. I hadn’t met Tabs at that time.

I sent him email and he responded. He said the next do would be in two weeks time. He mentioned there would be a meet and greet a day before at a restaurant in Brooklyn. This was for participants to get to know each other in a non-sexual setting so as to minimise on discomfort levels. The following day we would then meet at a location to be disclosed at the M&G. Dress code for that would be black for the gents and white for the ladies.

On the Friday of the M&G I was rather excited. I managed to get the afternoon off at work, which enabled me to get on the road early for the 6 hour bus ride to NYC. Once there I got myself a room at a hostel for that night. I wouldn’t need it for the following night.

I then got on the subway headed to Brooklyn. Once there I followed the directions given and was able to get to the restaurant. Let me tell you, there were some fine women there! And they outnumbered the men! This was looking very good.

I had fun getting to know these people, some of whom had flown in from as far away as Houston, Texas. Clearly this guy, Ed, that organized these parties knew his shit. Otherwise why would someone come all that way?

There was some craziness, with people hardly being able to wait for the party proper. One woman, for instance, sat on my laps facing me grinding her crotch against mine. Woooweee! After the M&G I made my way back to my hostel room where I had a good masturbation session. But I was careful not to overdo it as I needed to be in proper shape for the following day.

Saturday finally arrived. I slept in, then went to look for a camera. In my mind I knew that I needed one to catch the splendour of the men and women at dinner. I also checked a few other things around the city that were of interest. At 4pm I made my way back to my room.

I showered, splashed on some deo and cologne, then dressed up. I had gotten myself a pair of black trousers along with a black polo neck pullover. I wore this over a black tshirt. I felt I was ready.

I took the subway to the station nearest to the hotel where the party would be located. I then walked over from there. I met Ed downstairs. He looked at me funny, wondering why I was dressed up so. On his part, he was in jeans and a checkered shirt. I told him I thought the guys were supposed to be dressed up in all black.

That’s when he burst out laughing. I felt really silly! He pointed out that was in reference to underwear! Once in the hotel room and after having paid the participation fee we had to strip down to our underwear. So much for all the work I’d put towards getting just the outfit!

Luckily for me, I had on black boxers, so it turned out fine. I went up to the 30th floor into a suite that was out of this world. It was a two floor suite, with the living room and kitchen on the lower level and two bedrooms on the upper level.

I was a bit early. I watched as others came in. Within the hour there were about 40 of us in there, divided roughly 50-50 men and women. as folks came in they would pay, then get shown to the bathroom where they would change.

Once everybody was in, Ed’s wife Alisha had everyone congregate in the living room. She went over ground rules after everyone introduced themselves. This was deemed necessary even though we had had the M&G a day before.

The festivities then began. This was a sensual fest for sure! All 5 senses were treated to one supremely arousing orgy. I loved it! Here I was, finally mong people like me enjoying sex. This is how it should be! It was at that point that I decided I would try and get something similar here in Kenya. Which is something I hope to achieve in the not to distant future.

There was one nerve-wracking moment. You see, Ed had put a time limit after which no one else would be allowed in. But African Americans being who they are, some did try to show up late. They had been warned, but they still insisted on trying to come up.

When they were denied entry, they tried causing a mess. They informed hotel security that an orgy was going down. Just because they couldn’t get in on the fun, they wanted to mess it up for those of us that were on time and doing our thing. What the fuck! So security came up to verify. I almost laughed when I saw the effect of that.

Some guy who was busy giving it to a woman doggy style got up and hurriedly pulled up his trousers as the lady frantically looked for her dress. This scene was repeated as the various armourous couplings did the same.This was hilarious to those of us taking a breather and just indulging our voyeuristic tendencies.

Ed went to the door and talked to the security man. He was asked what was going on and explained that we were just having a polite gathering and not what was implied by the disgruntled guest. By this time of course we were all dressed up and just lounging in the living room. The security guy said that we had to either get to sleep or have people leave. Ed worked out a deal with him where he agreed that folks would depart, and those remaining would just chill. Ya right!

When he got back, he explained what had gone down to us. A number of people felt like the party was up, so they got up and left. But a number wanted to still get down, even though the chances of that happening again were slim. Personally, I couldn’t have left even if I wanted to, since I didn’t have a hotel room to go to. And this being 3am, the bus station was closed, and so it wouldn’t have done me any good to go there and wait for my bus back to Vermont in the night. I decided to stay put.

Good thing I did. About half an hour after this debacle, about a quarter of us were left. When we figured no one was going to disturb us again, we disrobed, and the sexual bacchanality resumed. Now that we were fewer made it even better! No more having to wait for an open space on a bed or on the carpetted floor. This was nice!

The orgy went on until 8am when I left it. I hear from those that stayed that the last people departed at 10am. What a night that was! This was surely a group I intended to hang around with more often. And sure enough, future meetings with them were just as hot, if not hotter!