Welcome to Cloud Nine

Pansy was nervous when it came time to meet Ron for lunch. She had no idea why she allowed herself to go as far as she did in the club but she just couldn’t say no. It was altogether too tempting and if she was honest with herself, it was a turn on knowing that others were watching, even if she didn’t take the time to look around the room.

She approached the restaurant and walked in. Ron rose from a nearby seat beside the hostess and walked over to her. “I’m glad you came.” He said taking her cloak and kissing her cheek.

“I said I would come.” It may seem strange to blush from a simple kiss after last night but she did anyway. Nobody here knew what happened anyway. “Yes, you did. We’re ready now.” He said to the hostess and in moments they were seated at their table.

“Ron why did you ask me to lunch?” She asked after they had ordered.

“To talk in a more casual setting. I do however want to thank you for allowing me to give you that. I enjoyed it more than you can imagine.” He said with a smile.

“I enjoyed it too.” She told him.

“But I think it’s something you have never done in such a place, am I right?” He ventured, sipping his tea.

“You’re right. I’m not as experienced as some in the club, but that doesn’t make me a prude about it.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to state that but she had to say it.

“I didn’t think you were, or you never would have taken the invitation to go in.” He leaned closer. “How did you like the club?”

“I think it’s a marvelous place.” She said after a moment.

“Really?” He grinned widely, obviously enjoying her answer. “Why is that?”

“I know that many people feel they are unusual or mental simply for wanting something uncommon. The club gives people a place to explore fantasy and not be rejected for it. I have a friend who lives in Scotland now, but he had a thing about shoes and garter belts, but he was always afraid to tell whatever woman he was with, thinking she might chuck him. The club would have been an ideal place for him.” She explained.

“I agree. Not too many see the club in that light. They think it is a playground and in a sense it is, but it serves a bigger purpose. I’m glad you see it the way it should be seen, as a safe haven.” His approval meant a lot to her in a weird way.

Their food was served and they spoke briefly of memberships and how he could obtain one for her, but she felt more comfortable going with him. He understood because most women felt the same way at first.

“Ron, why did you do that?” She asked, keeping her eyes on her plate.

“Why did I do what?” He was smiling so Pansy knew she didn’t need to elaborate but he probably wanted to hear her be more assertive. After the club there was no need to be as shy as she used to be so she decided to go for broke.

“Why did you give me head?” She asked, meeting his eyes. She knew she was blushing but at least she was being courageous. It wasn’t a trait normally associated with her, and she was summoning every inch, but in Ron’s presence it was easy.

“Because I wanted to taste you.” He answered without waiting or pausing. “Because you let me, and because I knew you would be just beautiful when you found what you needed. I felt how you reacted when Jennifer received it, so I knew it was something you enjoyed.” He made a slow show of bringing his fork to his mouth. “Do you want to go back to the club?” He asked after a moment.

“I do actually, but I’d like to see another part. Is there another safe room we can go to?” She told him, finishing her food and pushing her plate away.

“All the rooms are safe, since nothing happens without consent. But I know what you mean, something more on the observation side and less participatory.” She nodded. “There is a theme room that focuses on relaxation. Very few chairs, but several low set recliners even a few thick mattresses. It’s the aura of an orgy but no one will touch you if you don’t want them too.” He told her.

“Have you been in there before?” She asked, rising and letting him help her on with her cloak.

“Yes I have, and I’ll be with you the whole time.” He offered an arm and walked out the door, slowly walking along the street.

“What else have you done in that club?” She asked.

He looked down and grinned. “Maybe I’ll tell you eventually.” He said with a smirk. She returned his smirk and they continued on in silence as they approached her house. “I’ll come get you later if that’s alright.”

“I’ll be ready.” She said. He leaned in and gave her another gentle kiss and then left on his way.

That evening Pansy dressed with care. She wore a lightweight cami top and a flowing skirt with dainty heels. She bathed in scented bubbles and used the matching shower gel, then gave herself a spritz of the perfume after she was dried off. She was fastening her shoes when a knock on the door sounded.

She smiled at Ron, who was in jeans and a button up shirt. He looked just as masculine as he had the night before. “Ready?” He asked.

‘Yes, I am.” She took her cloak and handed it to him when he reached for it. “Is this appropriate?’ She asked, gesturing to her clothes.

“Anything you want to wear is appropriate, but you do look lovely.” He said, helping her on with her cloak.

They apparated to the club and walked in. The same witch greeted them and wished them the same enjoyment they had the night before, then they continued to the back. Ron led her down the hall to a set of double doors. He gave her hand a squeeze and opened one of the doors.

Pansy’s breathe was taken away. It was a Roman orgy in every erotic sense. White curtains were draped this way and that, creating the illusion of rooms within the room, but they were so sheer that shadows could be seen behind them. The highest chair in the room came to knee level, everything else was lower or on the floor. There appeared to be beds but in actuality they were lounges with no backs or arms, each one at varying levels and being used in various ways.

This room was a place for sex, it was obvious. Couples were fucking in every position imaginable, some were in threesomes or even larger groups, on the floor in the chairs, on the recliners and against the lounges. Others were simply relaxing and watching others in the room. Candles lit the room in a romantically dim light. Champagne and other wines were being taken here and there by house elves who popped in and out. Pansy was so focused on the activities before her that she didn’t hear Ron speak to her.

“Pansy?” He said again. She looked over at him and noticed an elf by his side.

“Sorry?” She said.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked with a smile, finding her distraction amusing.

“No, no thank you.” She said, looking down at the elf. That was when she noticed Ron’s bare feet.

“He’ll take your shoes now. With all the low recliners they ask that you remove them.” Ron explained.

“With all the sweat and semen being ejected they are worried about shoes?” She asked.

“Sweat and semen can be cleaned, boots or heels can leave harsher damage.” He explained.

“Oh, of course.” Using Ron’s arm to balance herself, she lifted a foot as the elf held out a hand. The shoes unbuckled itself and flew into his tiny hand, then repeated with her other shoe.

When the elf popped away, Ron took her hand and walked across the room, glancing this way and that. He found a place he liked and changed direction. Pansy was brought into what looked like a corner. It was actually a mattress set against the wall, next to a set of drapes that created the illusion of a corner. The candle on the other side of the drapes caused the light to be slightly darker and more comfortable.

He sat back and got comfortable, bringing her next to him. She relaxed under his arm and watched the room. Not more than a few feet to the side was a threesome. Pansy was amazed at how turned on the witch appeared to be. She turned her head and kissed the wizard behind her, her tongue darting out to taste him.

Pansy turned and looked at Ron who had been watching her reaction to the room. He was ready for that first signal and he took it, leaning down to kiss her. She didn’t hesitate to kiss back and eagerly returned it. Leaning into his body she felt herself being lowered to the mattress. Ron leaned over her with his body and stretched out his length beside hers.

He gently kissed her nerves away and ran his hand up and down her arm, threading her fingers with his. His kiss was slow and drawn out, gentle and romantic. She didn’t know if this particular setting could be called romantic but Ron’s kiss definitely was. She titled her body toward his and bent her knee and hugging his hip with her leg.

Curled up under Ron, she hugged his shoulders and sighed, letting her whole body relax. Ron loved that little sound she made when she relaxed. He could feel her nipples pucker under his chest and her leg curled around him nearly drove him mental.

He released her fingers and brought his hand up higher and caressed her shoulder, bringing the strap of her top down her arm. She lifted her arm out of the way and let Ron pulled her cami down. He shifted his weight and pulled the other strap down her arm, easing the satin material down to her waist. He raised up on his elbows and looked down at her. Her nipples were two dark pink pebbles teasing him. She was the perfect size, not overly large, but not small. She would fill his palm perfectly and he couldn’t take his eyes away.

“Is there something wrong?” She asked softly. He looked up at her and gave her an odd look.

“Is something wrong?” He repeated. “Why would you think something was wrong?” He asked.

“You’re just staring.” She told him.

“Yes I am.” He told her. “I’m appreciating the lovely view.”

“You were?” She asked. Her innocence was refreshing to him. She must have not had too many compliments about her body.

“Yes, I was. You are a beauty in every sense and I enjoy looking at you.” He dropped a kiss to her smiling lips. Moving to her neck, he planted kisses down to her shoulder. Her skin was soft and warm. “You smell wonderful.” He told her, inhaling the scent in her neck.

She closed her eyes and felt his kisses continue. Her bare skin was caressed by his shirt and she could feel the hardness of his chest and the sturdy frame that his career gave him. Ron was solid and she hugged him with a surge of lust that was more than evident to him. “I want you too.” He whispered in their ear.

Pansy sucked in a breathe. She didn’t know she was that transparent. She looked up at Ron and could only blink. She didn’t know what to say. She did want him, and she was glad he wanted her. She hadn’t known she would end up wanting him so much so fast. It was obvious that he didn’t think badly about her, but what was she going to do now.

“I’m not going to have sex with you for the first time in a room full of people watching.” He said. She felt somewhat relieved but also disappointed. “We will sleep together soon, but not here. It will be when we don’t have to worry about interruptions, getting up and leaving or whether or not people are watching. I want privacy with you.” He told her.

“Alright.” She whispered back. His words were so sweet and touching. He didn’t want to share her and it made her feel good. “What do we do here then?” She asked.

“That’s up to you.” He hugged her close and rolled onto his back bringing her over him. “You can do anything you want to me. Just like you let me the last time. You don’t have to go as far as I did but do whatever you want.” He let his hands drop beside his head and watched as she straddled his hips and looked down at him.

Pansy felt powerful sitting over him, as he waited for her move, but she did know what she wanted to see first. She reached for his buttons and unfastened them, pulling the shirt from his jeans and shoving the fabric to the side. Ron’s chest was smooth, hairless and firm. He wasn’t overly muscular but he was toned and defined. His waist was trim and hard under her hands, his pecs twitched as she brought her touch higher. She felt his nipples puckered under her palms.

She drifted up to his face and realized his eyes had drifted shut and he was focused on her touch. She brought her hands higher and caressed his neck, turning his head to one side then the other. Her top was still around her waist and when she leaned down to kiss his neck. Her breasts pressed against his chest and the skin to skin contact affected them both.

Ron sucked in a breathe as her soft rounded globes rolled over his chest. She loved the feel of his warm skin against hers and used her breasts to explore his chest while she kissed along his neck. His scent was strong and faintly woodsy, it was intoxicating to her. She inhaled deeply, opening her mouth and tasting his skin.

Ron’s chest rose and fell, his fists clenched at the side of his head and his legs moved and flexed about under her. She was glorious, in how she was learning his body. He wanted to guide her hands around but another part of him wanted her to find what he liked on his own and it only took her a moment more. He groaned out as her hands came up and slid along his waist.

“You like that?” She whispered as she sucked on his earlobe.

“I love having my waist touched. When I hug, it feels good when arms wrap around my waist but on bare skin I like to feel hands.” He admitted, relaxing and enjoying the sensations of her soft hands.

Pansy rose up again and slowly went about mapping out his chest and waist with her palms and fingers. She had never taken this much time before and it made her feel good to see him writhing under her. She leaned down again and took his lips with hers. Kissing him was something she needed. They kissed with a newfound heat and Pansy gripped his hips with her knees tightly. She dry humped his body drawing on the warmth and the lust he was emanating.

Groaning drew their attention to the side. Another couple had landed beside them and were rutting with a desperate passion. Ron and Pansy were transfixed as the couple gave no thought to who they ended up next to. They were both searching for something they wanted badly. The woman’s long blond hair was trapped under her, but she didn’t care, her legs wrapped around her wizard, also blonde and covered in sweat. His back curled into the woman under him, driving deeply and with a sharp force.

“It looks like he’s hurting her.” Pansy whispered into Ron‘s ear.

“He’s not. He knows what she needs.” Ron told her. Pansy had to agree and continued watching. The woman’s face was contorted in what appeared to be torment but she was clinging to her wizard pulling him closer, her legs curling around his body, urging him on. It was only moments before the woman was keening in a loud wail that matched the sounds of the room. The wizard above her grunted out loudly once his lady was finished and panting under him. He thrust into her hard several times, then let his weight go limp on top of her.

Pansy was transfixed as she started at the couple now heaving for air. She had been gripping Ron with her legs and a tight hold of her hands that were now griping his shoulders in an almost painful vise, but to Ron is was sexy. Her reaction to what happened around her was never concealed and he fed off it.

Pansy continued to stare even after her grip loosened. The woman beside them lazily turned her head and looked at the couple that had watched them. She met Pansy’s eyes and gave a slow grin. Pansy returned it and reached out, brushing a damp lock of hair from the woman’s brow. “You looked beautiful.” She told the blonde.

She received brighter grin and the woman let her eyes drift shut briefly then opened them. The evident bliss on her face made Ron and Pansy smile. When the wizard regained his second wind he looked over at them and smiled as the two women communicated with female looks.

“You want some champagne love?” He asked her. She nodded and the ladies said their goodbyes as the couple got up and left for the front of the room.

“That was nice wasn’t it?” Ron asked, kneading her ass in both hands.

“Yes it was.” She agreed, arching her back to force her ass into his hands more.

“Come on,” Ron released her ass after giving her a light slap on one cheek, “I’ll take you home now.”

Pansy didn’t really want to leave just yet but she trusted Ron’s word when it came to the Club. They retrieved their shoes and left into the night. Ron walked her home and when they reached her house she faced him.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked, watching as debated internally. His face was a mask but his reluctance to answer was a hope that he wanted to come in. She smiled when he gave in and nodded.

She let him in and took his cloak, inviting him to sit down and getting him a drink. She took a seat beside him with her own drink. “What do you do in-between seasons?” She asked.

“I still train. I fly a course I set up behind my home. It keeps my skills sharp. Other than that, I make enough during the season that I can take a vacation for months every year.” He explained.

‘That’s why you are able to meet me anytime.” She realized.

“Yes it is.” He set his drink on the coffee table and faced her. ’Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Yes, I did.” She said smiling.

“Good, then will you meet me for tea on Hogsmeade tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yes.” Her pulse raced. He would ask her for something else, she knew it.

“Then I will see you then.” He rose and fastened his cloak. Giving her yet another gentle kiss, he left her and apparated into the night.