Chapter 1

It's been a long hebdomad, and I'm ready for some ease. After driving almost 40 hour through hasten hour traffic, my nerves are dart and I decide that some fun and a nighttime out is exactly what the doc ordered. Walking through my front door, I throw my key fruit on the table and set forth stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton bra and no nonsense scanty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the cascade as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The piss cascades over me, easing well-worn muscles and erasing my stress. I run my deal over my leaden titty, slither them down my stomach and tinge the tip of one finger to the straining push in my dent. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't accept meter to go out. So I slowly soap down my torso, and the scent of lavender wafts around me. I rinse off and maltreat out, grabbing a thick towel from the wrack and wrapping it around my trunk as I head to find something sexy to tire out. I discard kit after getup, and finally settle on a unforesightful bluing wearing apparel with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"pantie from the drawer…a inkiness lace lash and matching lacy bra that is more or to a lesser extent see through. I quickly dress and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and peg and step into some black hound. I pick up a small clutch pocketbook, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a petite tube of perfume and foreland back out the door.
The society I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my co-workers say it was amazing. Luckily, it's to a lesser extent than 30 min away…I've had plenty driving for the week. I pull into the cause of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to induce second view. But another car wrench in right field behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making trusted to lock my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another public. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to determine my ID, wearing a dress so low I'm not really sure you could call it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed segmentation and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lighter and writhing bodies, and the music is so fleshly that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the corner, my coxa swaying of their own conformity. The velvet covered chairman is a receive change from the uncomplicated wooden ones most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the walls, and twain were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for world displays, but here it seemed so raw that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about 30 minutes and two combine crapulence, I'm feeling a little bit buzz and school principal for the public convenience. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my headway back in the counselling I'm headed I run into a wall. A courting clad wall that is at least a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mile wide, and quick muscle sack as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corners of his sass tilt slightly up, just enough to change his face from grievous to puckish. His center are deep pools of strumpet, and thick dark tomentum just brushes his shoulder. His voice seems to growl from neighborhood strange, and he apologizes to me. To me ! I was the one who ran into him, and I quickly correct him."No, it was totally my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the helping hand, and my privy want are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied sofa. He sits and then motion for me to do the same, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting modest lecture I would own been in for a shock. He got right to the degree."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to foregather your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I keep up him ?
Of course of action my metrical unit blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make certain that I have my clutch. I see his melanise suit jacket almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the former, less intellectual part of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. Miss perfect at the threshold smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A slick melanize sedan pulls up in straw man of me, and although I don't love how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't precaution. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with prevision. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying aid to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for guard's rice beer. I'm more worried about the pounding between my legs than I am where we are going. LE than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my hind end, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leave-taking under the tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a nighttime garage, and I don't even have a prospect to look at the family it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine quiets and the door unlock. I can feel his heart piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .