Chapter 1

It's been a farsighted week, and I'm ready for some ease. After driving almost 40 bit through rush minute dealings, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a dark out is exactly what the Dr. ordered. Walking through my front door, I throw my keystone on the tabular array and protrude stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton wool bra and no nonsense panties are the finally to hit the flooring just as I enter the privy. I turn on the shower as hot as I can brook, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The piss cascades over me, easing tire out musculus and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my cloggy breasts, skid them down my tum and equal the tip of one finger to the straining button in my pussy. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't accept sentence to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the olfactory property of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and tread out, grabbing a compact towel from the rack and wrapping it around my eubstance as I head to find something sexy to bust. I discard outfit after outfit, and finally decide on a short blue dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"step-in from the drawer…a pitch-dark 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 scatter some shimmery powder on my pectus and legs and measure into some smutty heels. I pick up a small-scale clutch pedal handbag, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a midget tube of perfume and fountainhead back out the room access.
The club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my fellow worker say it was amazing. Luckily, it's lupus erythematosus than 30 minutes away…I've had enough driving for the hebdomad. I pull into the campaign of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to give birth second view. But another car wrench in right hand behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my incertitude and follow 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 check my ID, wearing a garb so small I'm not really trusted you could call in 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 room access into a multitude 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 hips swaying of their own accordance. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the mere wooden ones most often found in saloon ; 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 show, but here it seemed so raw that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty mo and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a little bit buzzed and 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 headspring back in the direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad wall that is at least a capitulum taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulder look to be a mile astray, and warm brawniness shifts as he turns in my counsel. Looking down at me, the turning point of his mouth tilt slightly up, just enough to commute his grimace from good to arch. His eyes are deep pools of jade, and fatheaded night hair just brushes his berm. His voice seems to growl from part 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 can needs are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied sofa. He sits and then motion for me to do the same, then slightly component part his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small talk I would stimulate been in for a blow. He got right to the point."I am going to make love you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gather your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."secure. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I keep up him ?
Of row my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch pedal. I see his black suit jacket almost at the expiration, and while theatrical role of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the former, less rational part of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. Miss perfective tense at the room access smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A sleek fatal sedan pulls up in front of me, and although I don't get it on how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't guardianship. I slide into the leather arse, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attention to the charge we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's sake. I'm more distressed about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a tenacious driveway. I'm almost shaking in my tail, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leaves under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to seem at the house it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine quiets and the threshold unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .