1. The Hangout


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, First Time, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Author: wantsomefun, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    the common bond of being teachers’ kids in high school, sharing tips on how to get away with stuff. She was in a few of my classes, and we hung out some times, but it was platonic. She was feminine, physically attractive in a skinny hippie chick way, but that wasn’t what our relationship was about. “Okay, Martha. This could actually be fun, and I can goof off for a couple weeks before the fall semester. A third of five grand is more than I made flipping burgers all last summer. Deal.” She squealed her delight. “What are you doing right now?” “Nothing. Remember? You woke me up.” “Wanna go see it? The owner gave me a key. Come get me.” She was waiting on the sidewalk when I pulled up in front of her house and had my passenger’s door open before the car stopped. She had a sketchbook with her, and her face was split ear to ear in a grin. “You look happy.” “This is my chance, Jeremy! For once, I don’t have to work on what fits on an easel. I can think big. BIG! Life-size people and scenes! I never did anything like this before. I’m painting what I want to paint at a place I think I’ll want to go, and everyone will see it. That’s far out! And I’m earning enough to pay you too. Pretty cool, if you ask me!” “What kind of mural do they want?” “I sketched the whole thing to get the job – scenes from ‘Alice in Wonderland’ and ‘The Wizard of Oz’, Haight-Ashbury stuff, knights and fire-breathing dragons, designs like album cover art – pretty much anything far out that isn’t pornographic. ...
    The owner’s exact instructions were, ‘Make it fuckin’ cool.’ As long as it’s bright and looks good under black light, he doesn’t care.” “Black light?” “It’s gonna be like a hippie dance club, no booze, eighteen and up for the college crowd. Wait till you see the lighting system! Strobes, spotlights, black lights, color wheels, the works. When you’re fucked up it’ll be a mind-blowing place to hang out. Guess that’s where he got the name.” We parked near the door of the imposing metal structure. The outside had recently been commercially painted, but all that did was replace the ugly, rust-streaked galvanized gray with a bland shade of tan probably intended to not look filthy when it actually was. The overhead doors providing access for large trucks had been replaced by new sheet metal with more modest sized door for patrons. Inside, we were sheltered from traffic noises, so it was deathly quiet. The open, empty structure was like half a cylinder, the end walls flat but the sides curving up from the concrete floor in a series of corrugated metal arches. It was dimly lit by security lights on the high curved ceiling and the signs over the exits. Martha went to the circuit boxes on the wall. “This is the lighting customers will see at the end of the night.” The hall was bathed in blinding white light that showed scaffolding waiting to be assembled at the far end. There was a strip of white-primed plywood too high to reach from the floor going completely around the interior. This ...
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