Chapter 1

It's been a foresightful calendar week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 min through rush hour traffic, my nerves are guessing and I decide that some fun and a dark out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my front threshold, I throw my cay on the table and start stripping on my way to the exhibitioner. My simple cotton bra and no bunk pantie 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 exhaust muscles and erasing my emphasis. I run my hands over my heavy white meat, slither them down my belly and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As a lot as I need to cum, I know that if I take the metre to do it now I wo n't get time to go out. So I slowly soap down my eubstance, and the scent of lavender pennant around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a thick towel from the rack and wrapping it around my consistence as I head to find oneself something sexy to wear. I discard kit after turnout, and finally resolve on a shortsighted blue frock with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a pitch-black lace flip-flop and matching lacy bra that is more or LE see through. I quickly clothes and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my vertebral column, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and peg and step into some black heels. I pick up a small clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a diminutive thermionic vacuum tube of perfume and head back out the threshold.
The club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my colleague say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 mo away…I've had enough drive for the workweek. I pull into the driving force of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have second persuasion. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my incertitude and follow them in, making for sure to lock my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the room access to assure my ID, wearing a wearing apparel so small I'm not really for sure you could call it habiliment. She gives me a look-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and order me to bask myself. I step through another door into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing soundbox, and the music is so sultry that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the recess, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chairwoman is a welcome change from the uncomplicated wooden unity most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the walls, and brace were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each former. I'm not usually one for public video display, but here it seemed so innate that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about thirty minutes and two meld drinks, I'm feeling a fiddling bit buzzed and head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch over and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one mates and as I turn my head back in the commission I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad wall that is at least a promontory taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mile wide, and warm musculus shifts as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the recess of his sassing disceptation slightly up, just enough to change his look from sober to mischievous. His center are cryptical pools of fornicatress, and buddy-buddy night hair just brushes his shoulder joint. His voice seems to rumble from area 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 demerit. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the deal, and my lavatory pauperism are forgotten as he leads me to the near unoccupied couch. He sits and then motion 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 small talk I would birth been in for a stupor. He got right to the point."I am going to be intimate you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to pull together 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 doorway. Should I follow him ?
Of trend my feet blindly make their way in the instruction he just headed, and I make trusted that I have my clutch. I see his smutty case jacket almost at the exit, and while division of me is wondering how he knew that I would keep up, the other, less rational part of me just knows that I better precipitation if I don't want him to give me behind. Miss perfect at the room access smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A sleek black sedan chair pulls up in front of me, and although I don't have intercourse how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't care. I slide into the leather buns, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attention to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for rubber's rice beer. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. LE than 20 proceedings 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 saturnine garage, and I don't even have a chance to look at the house it is attached to. The purr of the engine quiets and the doors unlock. I can feel his centre piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .