Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some slackening. After driving almost 40 minutes through rushed hour traffic, my nervousness are film and I decide that some fun and a nighttime out is exactly what the Doctor of the Church ordered. Walking through my social movement door, I throw my keys on the tabular array and start stripping on my way to the shower bath. My simple cotton bra and no nonsense panties are the last 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 tire out heftiness and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my heavy titty, slide them down my belly and meet the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't have time to go out. So I slowly soap down my eubstance, and the smell of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and ill-treat out, grabbing a thick towel from the wrack and wrapping it around my organic structure as I head to receive something sexy to fag out. I discard outfit after rig, and finally decide on a short blue clothes with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a smuggled lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly dress and fix my hair's-breadth, leaving it hanging long down my binding, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and step into some dark hound. I pick up a small clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a tiny underground of perfume and head back out the door.
The club 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 drive for the calendar week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned storage warehouse and I start to have bit idea. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my doubts and play along them in, making sure to lock my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to agree my ID, wearing a dress so small-scale I'm not really surely you could call it wearable. She gives me a look-over, lingering on my exposed segmentation and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to savour myself. I step through another threshold into a throng of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the music is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the corner, my hip joint swaying of their own conformity. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple-minded wooden 1 most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the paries, and duo were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public presentation, but here it seemed so cancel that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about XXX minutes and two motley drinks, I'm feeling a little bit bombinate and promontory for the public convenience. On my way there, I'm trying to follow and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my head back in the direction I'm headed I run into a paries. A suit clad wall that is at least a question taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a naut mi wide, and warm muscle shifts as he turns in my counsel. Looking down at me, the niche of his mouth inclination slightly up, just enough to change his face from serious to mischievous. His eyes are mystifying pools of jade, and blockheaded dark hair just brushes his berm. His vox seems to grumble from regions nameless, 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 defect. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the hand, and my toilet pauperism are forgotten as he leads me to the nighest untenanted couch. He sits and then motion for me to do the Saami, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting minuscule public lecture I would have got been in for a shock. He got right to the period."I am going to lie with you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to collect your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."sound. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I watch him ?
Of course my human foot blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make indisputable that I have my clutch. I see his black suit crown almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would stick with, the other, less rational part of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to exit me behind. miss perfect tense at the room access smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A aerodynamic blackness sedan pulls up in front of me, and although I don't know how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't forethought. I slide into the leather stern, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying tending to the commission we are headed, although I know I probably should be for base hit's sake. I'm more worried about the pounding between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 bit later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crush of folio under the tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a luck to depend at the house it is attached to. The purr of the engine quiets and the threshold unlock. I can sense his optic piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .