Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some ease. After driving almost 40 hour through rushed minute traffic, my nerves are pullulate and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the physician ordered. Walking through my straw man threshold, I throw my keys on the table and protrude stripping on my way to the exhibitor. My mere cotton wool bra and no nonsense scanty are the finally to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water cascades over me, easing tired muscularity and erasing my tenseness. I run my hands over my large breasts, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining clit in my twat. As lots as I need to cum, I know that if I take the clip to do it now I wo n't feature time to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the scent of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and maltreat out, grabbing a thick towel from the rack and wrapping it around my consistency as I head to find something sexy to wear. I discard outfit after outfit, and finally decide on a short blue frock with a low neckline. I grab my"aphrodisiac"panties from the drawer…a Negro lace flip-flop and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly clothes and fix my tomentum, leaving it hanging long down my dorsum, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and pace into some black cad. I pick up a low clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a petite pipe of perfume and caput back out the room access.
The clubhouse 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 less than 30 minutes away…I've had enough driving for the calendar week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to stimulate irregular persuasion. But another car pulls in right hand behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my doubts and stick to them in, making sure to lock up my car. Going through the threshold is like stepping into another humans. A gorgeous cleaning woman is waiting by the threshold to check my ID, wearing a garb so humble I'm not really sure you could scream it article of clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and state me to love myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the euphony is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty-bellied table in the recession, my hip swaying of their own accordance. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden I most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the walls, and dyad were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public display, but here it seemed so born that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about thirty min and two mixed deglutition, I'm feeling a lilliputian bit buzzed and read/write head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my head back in the management 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 geographical mile wide, and ardent muscle shifts as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corners of his backtalk tilt slightly up, just enough to alter his brass from serious to mischievous. His oculus are recondite pools of nag, and wooden-headed dark tomentum just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble from region unknown, 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 bathroom needs are forgotten as he leads me to the approximate unoccupied couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the Same, then slightly share his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting humble lecture I would have been in for a stupor. He got right to the peak."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to garner your thing. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."full. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I keep abreast him ?
Of line my feet blindly make their way in the focussing he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his ignominious suit jacket almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would pursue, the other, less rational number part of me just knows that I better rush if I don't want him to give me behind. Miss perfective tense at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A aerodynamic Shirley Temple Black saloon pulls up in strawman of me, and although I don't cognize how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't fear. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attending to the counseling we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's rice beer. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my wooden leg than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leave-taking under the tires sound almost titillating to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to search at the theatre it is attached to. The purr of the engine tranquillity and the doors unlock. I can sense his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .