Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 minutes through rush minute traffic, my boldness are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the medico ordered. Walking through my front door, I throw my cay on the mesa and get going stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton plant bra and no nonsense panties are the last-place to hit the flooring just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the exhibitioner as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water cascades over me, easing exhaust muscleman and erasing my accent. I run my manus over my overweight chest, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my cunt. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the fourth dimension to do it now I wo n't have time to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the perfume of lavender wafts around me. I rinse off and pace out, grabbing a slurred towel from the stand and wrapping it around my body as I head to discover something sexy to wear. I discard getup after kit, and finally decide on a short blue dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a shameful lacing flip-flop and matching lacy bra that is more or to a lesser extent see through. I quickly clothes and fix my fuzz, leaving it hanging long down my spine, then dot some shimmery powder on my chest and branch and step into some black heel. I pick up a small clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lip rouge, Johnny Cash, and a tiny tube of perfume and head back out the door.
The club 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 enough driving for the week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have indorsement view. But another car puff in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my question and espouse them in, making for certain to shut up my car. Going through the threshold is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the doorway to tick off my ID, wearing a wearing apparel so small I'm not really sure as shooting you could call it wear. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and recount me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing soundbox, and the music is so carnal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the recess, my pelvic girdle swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a receive variety from the simple wooden ones most often found in stripe ; of line, this wasn't just a bar. sofa were placed strategically along the wall, and couples were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public show, but here it seemed so natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about thirty minutes and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a piffling bit buzzed and question for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one pair and as I turn my head back in the counsel I'm headed I run into a rampart. A courting clad wall that is at least a top dog taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a international mile full, and fond brawn shifts as he turns in my charge. Looking down at me, the street corner of his mouth tilt slightly up, just enough to commute his face from life-threatening to arch. His eyes are mystifying pools of jade, and buddy-buddy darkness whisker 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 fault. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the hand, and my john needs are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest untenanted couch. He sits and then motion for me to do the Saame, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting diminished talk I would have 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 things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."adept. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the room access. Should I follow him ?
Of course my metrical foot blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his black suit jacket crown almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the former, less rational voice of me just knows that I better hastiness if I don't want him to allow for me behind. girl perfect at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A slick blackness sedan pulls up in movement of me, and although I don't have it away how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't care. I slide into the leather arse, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying care to the way we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's sake. I'm more interest about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 hour later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leaves under the tyre sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark service department, and I don't even have a probability to look at the firm it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine silence and the doorway unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .