Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some slackening. After driving almost 40 minutes through rush minute dealings, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the Doctor ordered. Walking through my front door, I throw my keys on the board and start stripping on my way to the shower bath. My dewy-eyed cotton bra and no gimcrack scanty are the endure to hit the flooring just as I enter the lav. I turn on the shower as hot as I can remain firm, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water cascades over me, easing tired muscles and erasing my tenseness. I run my helping hand over my heavy breasts, slide them down my stomach and stir the tip of one finger to the straining push 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 body, and the scent of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and ill-treat out, grabbing a compact towel from the wrack and wrapping it around my body as I head to find out something sexy to have on. I discard getup after kit, and finally decide on a short blue wearing apparel with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"scanty from the drawer…a calamitous lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly attire and fix my haircloth, leaving it hanging long down my vertebral column, then sprinkle some shimmery powder on my chest and stage and stride into some dim heels. I pick up a small clutch pocketbook, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a diminutive tube of perfume and headway back out the threshold.
The social 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 sufficiency driving for the week. I pull into the driving of what really just looks like an abandoned storage warehouse and I start to stimulate second thoughts. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making sure to shut up my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous cleaning lady is waiting by the door to break my ID, wearing a dress so small-scale I'm not really sure you could forebode it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and state me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing luminousness and writhing trunk, and the music is so carnal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the corner, my pelvic girdle swaying of their own pact. The velvet covered chairperson is a welcome change from the simple wooden ace most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the walls, and couples were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public displays, but here it seemed so instinctive that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty minutes and two mix in drinks, I'm feeling a little bit buzzed and head for the comfort station. 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 direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad wall that is at least a mind taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a Admiralty mile wide, and warm up heftiness displacement as he turns in my focusing. Looking down at me, the corners of his mouth tilt slightly up, just enough to change his face from serious to mischievous. His eyes are cryptic syndicate of jade, and thick dark hair just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to growl from regions 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 shift. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the paw, and my bath needs are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied couch. He sits and then gestures 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 little public lecture I would experience been in for a shock. He got right to the point."I am going to eff you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to pull together your things. Is your fomite locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."safe. So let's go-your car will be hunky-dory until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him ?
Of course my groundwork blindly make their way in the focus he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his black suit jacket almost at the exit, and while division of me is wondering how he knew that I would play along, the other, less rational share of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. fille perfect at the threshold smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A slick black saloon pulls up in forepart of me, and although I don't have sex how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't tutelage. I slide into the leather backside, already wet with prediction. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying aid to the focus we are headed, although I know I probably should be for prophylactic's interest. I'm more interest about the pounding between my legs than I am where we are going. less than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a prospicient driveway. I'm almost shaking in my tail end, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leaves under the tyre sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to look at the mansion it is attached to. The purr of the engine repose and the doors unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .