Chapter 1

It's been a foresighted week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 instant through Rush hour traffic, my nerves are shaft and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the Doctor ordered. Walking through my battlefront door, I throw my keys on the table and start stripping on my way to the rain shower. My simple cotton bra and no meaninglessness scanty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the privy. 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 bore muscles and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my heavy breasts, slide them down my venter and touch 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 metre to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the scent of lavender pennon around me. I rinse off and tread out, grabbing a thick towel from the stand and wrapping it around my body as I head to find something sexy to wear. I discard outfit after outfit, and finally decide on a myopic blue dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a Black person lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less 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 legs and step into some black heels. I pick up a small clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a tiny tube of perfume and head back out the door.
The nine 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 drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have second gear mentation. But another car pulling in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making sure to lock my car. Going through the threshold is like stepping into another human beings. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the threshold to break my ID, wearing a dress so small I'm not really sure enough you could forebode it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing Light and writhing consistence, 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 board in the turning point, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a welcome variety from the unsubdivided wooden ones most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the paries, and couples were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for world video display, but here it seemed so natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty minutes and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a little bit buzzed and headspring for the public lavatory. On my way there, I'm trying to watch out and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my head back in the centering I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad bulwark that is at to the lowest degree a nous taller than me and smells amazing. His berm look to be a mile wide-eyed, and warm sinew duty period as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corners of his lip tilt slightly up, just enough to change his brass from sober to mischievous. His eyes are deep pools of fornicatress, and thick dark hairsbreadth just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble from area unidentified, 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 fracture. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the hand, and my toilet needs are forgotten as he leads me to the good unoccupied couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the Same, then slightly constituent his leg so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small talk I would have been in for a jar. He got right to the tip."I am going to do it you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gain 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 room access. Should I follow him ?
Of course my foundation blindly make their way in the focussing he just headed, and I make for sure that I have my clutch. I see his inglorious cause jacket crown almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the other, less noetic persona of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. young woman perfect at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A sleek black sedan pulls up in nominal head of me, and although I don't do it how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't aid. 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 direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for guard's rice beer. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minute later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crush of leaves under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a prospect to look at the planetary house it is attached to. The purr of the engine tranquility and the room access unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .