Chapter 1

It's been a long calendar week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 mo through hie hour traffic, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my front doorway, I throw my keys on the table and start up stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton bra and no meaninglessness scanty are the last-place to hit the floor just as I enter the can. I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The pee cascades over me, easing tired muscularity and erasing my tenseness. I run my hands over my heavily breasts, slip them down my stomach and reach the tip of one finger's breadth to the straining button in my slit. As a lot as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't birth fourth dimension to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the scent of lavender pennon around me. I rinse off and pace out, grabbing a thickheaded towel from the rack and wrapping it around my physical structure as I head to regain something sexy to break. I discard outfit after turnout, and finally decide on a short amobarbital sodium dress with a low neckline. I grab my"aphrodisiacal"step-in from the drawer…a lightlessness lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly clothes and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my cover, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and step into some blackamoor blackguard. I pick up a small clench bag, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, hard cash, and a petite tube of perfume and read/write head back out the door.
The guild 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 to a lesser extent than 30 second away…I've had adequate driving for the week. I pull into the driving of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to suffer second thought. But another car twist in right behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my dubiousness 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 frock so small I'm not really sure you could call it clothing. She gives me a look-over, lingering on my exposed segmentation and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to bask myself. I step through another door into a masses of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the medicine is so animal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the niche, my pelvis swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a receive change from the simple wooden unity most often found in bars ; of track, this wasn't just a bar. Couches 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 public showing, but here it seemed so born that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about 30 minutes and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a little bit buzzed and head for the public lavatory. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my question back in the direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A wooing clad wall that is at least a forefront taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mi wide, and warm up brawniness transmutation as he turns in my instruction. Looking down at me, the corner of his back talk tilt slightly up, just enough to change his face from grave to mischievous. His eyes are deep pools of adulteress, and thick darkness hair just brushes his shoulder. His vocalisation seems to growl from regions strange, 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 hired man, and my bathroom indigence are forgotten as he leads me to the cheeseparing untenanted couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the same, then slightly function his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting belittled public lecture I would have been in for a daze. He got right to the point."I am going to get it on you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gather your affair. Is your fomite locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him ?
Of course my feet blindly make their way in the counseling he just headed, and I make sure that I have my grip. I see his black suit jacket almost at the exit, and while parting of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the other, less rational part of me just knows that I better haste if I don't want him to leave behind 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 blackness sedan pulls up in front line of me, and although I don't roll in the hay how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't upkeep. I slide into the leather rear end, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying tending to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for guard's saki. I'm more occupy about the pounding between my pegleg than I am where we are going. LE than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a foresighted driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leave under the tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to calculate at the sign it is attached to. The purr of the engine quiets and the door unlock. I can feel his oculus piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .