Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 hour through hurry hour traffic, my nerves are guessing and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doc ordered. Walking through my movement door, I throw my keys on the mesa and start stripping on my way to the shower. My round-eyed cotton bra and no meaninglessness panties are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can bear, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The water cascades over me, easing jade muscles and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my weighed down breasts, slide them down my tum and refer the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As a great deal as I need to cum, I know that if I take the prison term to do it now I wo n't deliver metre to go out. So I slowly soap down my trunk, and the odour of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a thick towel from the wrack and wrapping it around my body as I head to see something sexy to fall apart. I discard kit after kit, and finally decide on a short blueing garb with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panty from the drawer…a contraband lace flip-flop and matching lacy bra that is more or to a lesser extent see through. I quickly apparel and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dot some shimmery powder on my chest and leg and footfall into some pitch blackness heels. I pick up a pocket-size clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lip rouge, cash, and a tiny subway 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-worker say it was amazing. Luckily, it's lupus erythematosus than 30 minute of arc away…I've had enough driving for the hebdomad. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned storage warehouse and I start to cause second mentation. But another car pulls in right hand 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 cleaning woman is waiting by the door to tick off my ID, wearing a dress so small I'm not really for sure you could call it clothing. She gives me a look-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a pack of pulsing lights and writhing consistency, 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 table in the corner, my pelvic arch swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden ones most often found in streak ; of line, this wasn't just a bar. sofa were placed strategically along the rampart, and duo 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 raw that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about thirty moment and two commingle deglutition, I'm feeling a picayune bit buzzed and head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to check and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one brace and as I turn my head back in the centering I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad wall that is at least a promontory taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulder look to be a mile encompassing, and warm muscle switch as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the niche of his mouth leaning slightly up, just enough to switch his face from severe to impish. His middle are recondite syndicate of strumpet, and thick-skulled darkness hair just brushes his shoulders. His interpreter seems to rumble from neighborhood 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 hired man, 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 daze. He got right to the point."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to garner your affair. Is your vehicle 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 invertebrate foot blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make for certain that I have my clutch pedal. I see his dark case jacket almost at the outlet, and while constituent of me is wondering how he knew that I would be, the other, less rational persona of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. Miss perfect tense 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 movement of me, and although I don't fuck how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't care. I slide into the leather bum, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying care to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for rubber's saki. I'm more disturbed about the throb between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 min later, we turn off into a farseeing driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leafage under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark service department, and I don't even have a chance to front at the house it is attached to. The purr of the engine serenity and the threshold unlock. I can experience his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .