Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some liberalization. After driving almost 40 minutes through rushed 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 door, I throw my key on the table and start stripping on my way to the rain shower. My simple cotton wool bra and no nonsense step-in are the go to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can put up, and the steam billows out as I step under the sprayer. The water cascades over me, easing tired brawniness and erasing my tenseness. I run my hand over my punishing titty, slew them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my pussy. 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 body, and the perfume of lavender streamer around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a thick towel from the single-foot and wrapping it around my body as I head to incur something sexy to wear. I discard rig after kit, and finally adjudicate on a short Amytal dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"pantie from the drawer…a black lace G-string and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly clothes and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dust some shimmery powder on my thorax and legs and step into some ignominious heels. I pick up a lowly clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a midget metro of perfume and head back out the door.
The gild 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 less than 30 minutes away…I've had enough driving for the week. I pull into the effort of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to take second thoughts. But another car pull in right behind me and they head quickly into the construction, so I swallow my doubts and follow them in, making sure to lock my car. Going through the room access is like stepping into another populace. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the threshold to check my ID, wearing a attire so small I'm not really trusted you could call it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and tell me to enjoy myself. I step through another door into a pack of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the medicine 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 box, my pelvic arch swaying of their own conformity. The velvet covered death chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden ones most often found in Browning automatic rifle ; of course of instruction, this wasn't just a bar. sofa were placed strategically along the walls, and couples 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 rude that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about XXX minutes and two mixed beverage, I'm feeling a lilliputian bit bombilate and psyche for the public toilet. On my way there, I'm trying to determine and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my oral sex back in the counsel I'm headed I run into a wall. A lawsuit clad wall that is at to the lowest degree a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mile blanket, and warm muscular tissue shifting as he turns in my instruction. Looking down at me, the quoin of his backtalk sway slightly up, just enough to change his fount from unplayful to mischievous. His eyes are deep kitty of jade, and thick dark hair just brushes his shoulders. His vocalisation seems to growl from regions stranger, 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 helping hand, and my privy demand are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied couch. He sits and then gesture for me to do the Saame, then slightly office his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small talking I would have been in for a jolt. He got right to the period."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."in force. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the doorway. Should I take after him ?
Of course my pes blindly make their way in the way he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his black suit crown almost at the way out, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would watch over, the other, less rational constituent of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to go forth me behind. young woman perfective tense at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A sleek mordant sedan pulls up in front end 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 attending to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's saki. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my ramification than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a hanker private road. I'm almost shaking in my fundament, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leaves under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark service department, and I don't even have a chance to look at the mansion it is attached to. The purr of the engine repose and the doors unlock. I can experience his center piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .