Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 minutes through induce hr dealings, my mettle are spud and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my front line door, I throw my Florida key on the table and start stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton plant bra and no nonsense panty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the exhibitor as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water system cascades over me, easing tired muscleman and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my heavy breasts, skid them down my stomach and touch the tip of one digit to the straining button in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the prison term to do it now I wo n't take time 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 heavyset towel from the stand and wrapping it around my trunk as I head to find something sexy to bust. I discard outfit after turnout, and finally decide on a short circuit blue angel clothes with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"step-in from the drawer…a black lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or to a lesser extent see through. I quickly attire and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dot some shimmery gunpowder on my chest and stage and step into some black heel. I pick up a pocket-size clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a midget tube of scent and head back out the door.
The society I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my co-workers say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 minutes away…I've had sufficiency drive for the week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to experience second thought process. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my dubiousness and take after them in, making certain to lock in my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another worldly concern. A gorgeous charwoman is waiting by the door to contain my ID, wearing a dress so small I'm not really sure you could phone it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and enjoin me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing light source and writhing organic structure, and the music is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crew to an abandon table in the box, my hip joint swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chairperson is a welcome alteration from the simple wooden I most often found in bars ; of form, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the walls, and couplet were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public exhibit, but here it seemed so raw that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about 30 proceedings and two merge swallow, I'm feeling a piddling bit hum and point for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to follow and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my head back in the focal point 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 mil wide, and ardent muscleman shifts as he turns in my charge. Looking down at me, the box of his sass contention slightly up, just enough to change his case from serious to mischievous. His eyes are trench kitty of hussy, and fatheaded night fuzz 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 geological fault. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the paw, and my bathroom needs are forgotten as he leads me to the close unoccupied sofa. He sits and then gestures for me to do the Lapplander, then slightly contribution his stage so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting belittled talk I would experience 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 gather your thing. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."honorable. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the room access. Should I follow him ?
Of trend my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make for sure that I have my clutch. I see his dark cause crownwork almost at the exit, and while office of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the early, less rational part of me just knows that I better hurry 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 flowing mordant 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 anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the main road. I'm not even paying attention to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety device's sake. I'm more worried about the pounding between my legs than I am where we are going. less than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a long drive. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the compaction of leaves under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dingy garage, and I don't even have a prospect to look at the house 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 .