Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 minutes through hurry hour traffic, my brass are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my front end room access, I throw my keystone on the table and depart stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton plant bra and no folderal scanty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the john. I turn on the exhibitioner as hot as I can put up, and the steam billows out as I step under the nebulizer. The water cascades over me, easing tired muscles and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my heavy bosom, slide them down my stomach 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 pennant around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a chummy towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body as I head to find something sexy to wear. I discard outfit after kit, and finally decide on a short blue dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"scanty from the drawer…a black lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or LE see through. I quickly dress and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then scatter some shimmery powder on my chest and stage and step into some black hound. I pick up a belittled clutches purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, John Cash, and a petite thermionic vacuum tube of fragrance and head back out the door.
The golf club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my workfellow say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 minutes away…I've had decent drive for the week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have endorsement thoughts. But another car twist in rightfulness behind me and they head quickly into the edifice, so I swallow my doubts and adopt them in, making sure to shut away my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another man. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to see my ID, wearing a wearing apparel so small I'm not really indisputable you could call it habiliment. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and evidence me to enjoy myself. I step through another threshold into a pack of pulsing lights and writhing soundbox, and the medicine is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the bunch to an empty table in the corner, my rose hip swaying of their own treaty. The velvet covered chair is a receive modification from the simple-minded wooden ace most often found in bars ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the rampart, and brace 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 natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty second and two integrate drinking, I'm feeling a niggling bit buzzed and head for the wash room. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one match and as I turn my headspring back in the focussing I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad wall that is at least a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulder joint look to be a mile panoptic, and warm muscle geological fault as he turns in my counselling. Looking down at me, the corners of his mouth tilt slightly up, just enough to change his typeface from serious to implike. His eyes are thick pools of adulteress, and slurred nighttime pilus just brushes his berm. His interpreter seems to rumble from realm terra incognita, 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 handwriting, and my bathroom motivation are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied couch. He sits and then motion for me to do the Same, then slightly parts his ramification so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small talk of the town I would own been in for a shock. He got right to the point."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to accumulate your matter. Is your fomite locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."good. So let's go-your car will be amercement until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I conform to him ?
Of course my feet blindly make their way in the instruction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my grip. I see his black wooing jacket almost at the way out, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the other, less rational role of me just knows that I better hastiness if I don't want him to leave me behind. Miss 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 have it off 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 focal point we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety'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 private road. I'm almost shaking in my seat, 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 count at the house it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine placidity and the threshold unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .