Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 mo through rush hour traffic, my nerves are dig and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the physician ordered. Walking through my face door, I throw my key on the table and start stripping on my way to the exhibitioner. My simple cotton fiber bra and no nonsense scanty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the lav. I turn on the cascade as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the nebulizer. The water cascades over me, easing tired sinew and erasing my stress. I run my hired man over my large titty, skid 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 time to go out. So I slowly soap down my consistence, and the perfume of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a loggerheaded towel from the rack and wrapping it around my eubstance as I head to find something sexy to have on. I discard outfit after turnout, and finally decide on a brusque amobarbital sodium attire with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a blacken lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or LE see through. I quickly dress and fix my tomentum, leaving it hanging long down my book binding, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and branch and step into some black heels. I pick up a small clutch handbag, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a tiny tube of perfume and head back out the doorway.
The ball 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 LE than 30 hour away…I've had adequate drive for the week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have second thoughts. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making trusted to lock my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous womanhood is waiting by the door to fit my ID, wearing a apparel so small I'm not really surely you could hollo it article of clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and say me to savor myself. I step through another doorway into a plurality 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 board in the corner, my hips swaying of their own pact. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden I most often found in bars ; of line, this wasn't just a bar. lounge were placed strategically along the wall, and couples were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each former. 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 minutes and two interracial drink, I'm feeling a little bit hum and pass for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to determine and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one brace and as I turn my head back in the direction I'm headed I run into a paries. A suit clad wall that is at to the lowest degree a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulder joint look to be a mile wide, and warm muscle shimmy as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the quoin of his sassing tilt slightly up, just enough to change his case from grave to mischievous. His eyes are inscrutable pools of nag, and thick dark hair just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble 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 error. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the hand, and my bathroom 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 small talk of the town I would have been in for a shock. He got right to the pointedness."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gather your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be mulct until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him ?
Of course my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my batch. I see his black-market suit jacket almost at the issue, and while division of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the other, less rational role of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. Miss perfective tense at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A aerodynamic grim sedan pulls up in front of me, and although I don't know how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't care. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with prediction. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying care to the counseling we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's saki. I'm more disquieted about the throbbing between my branch than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minutes 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 tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to attend at the house it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine placidity and the threshold unlock. I can feel his center piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .