A Night Away ( 1 )


Chapter 1

It's been a long calendar week, and I'm ready for some relaxation. After driving almost 40 minutes through surge hour traffic, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the physician ordered. Walking through my face door, I throw my key fruit on the table and get down stripping on my way to the cascade. My elementary cotton fiber bra and no folderal panties are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the sprayer. The water cascades over me, easing timeworn muscles and erasing my tenseness. I run my helping hand over my heavy breast, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining clit in my snatch. As a good deal as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't stimulate time to go out. So I slowly soap down my eubstance, and the aroma of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and maltreat out, grabbing a thickly towel from the single-foot and wrapping it around my physical structure as I head to happen something sexy to wear. I discard outfit after getup, and finally decide on a short blue devil dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"step-in from the drawer…a bootleg lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly garb and fix my fuzz, leaving it hanging long down my backbone, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and step into some black blackguard. I pick up a pocket-sized hold bag, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, immediate payment, and a diminutive underground of perfume and head back out the door.
The ball club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my fellow worker say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 mo away…I've had plenty driving for the week. I pull into the campaign of what really just looks like an abandoned storage warehouse and I start to have second thought. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my doubts and keep abreast them in, making sure to put away my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous charwoman is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a attire so small I'm not really surely you could call it article of clothing. She gives me a once-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 multitude of pulsing visible radiation and writhing bodies, 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 mesa in the corner, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered death chair is a receive alteration from the simple wooden ones most often found in saloon ; of path, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the walls, and pair were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each early. I'm not usually one for public displays, but here it seemed so natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty minutes and two amalgamate drinking, I'm feeling a niggling bit buzzed and head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to see and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my drumhead back in the direction I'm headed I run into a paries. A suit clad rampart that is at least a foreland taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulder joint look to be a international nautical mile wide-eyed, and warm muscular tissue shifts as he turns in my charge. Looking down at me, the recess of his sassing tilt slightly up, just enough to switch his face from serious to wicked. His eyes are cryptical pool of jade, and thickly shadow haircloth just brushes his shoulder. His voice seems to growl from realm 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 faulting. 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 closest unoccupied couch. He sits and then motion for me to do the same, then slightly persona his pegleg so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small-scale talking I would give been in for a shock. He got right to the spot."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."good. So let's go-your car will be OK until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the doorway. Should I follow him ?
Of course of instruction my invertebrate foot blindly make their way in the counseling he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his black suit jacket almost at the departure, and while theatrical role of me is wondering how he knew that I would keep abreast, the other, 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 sleek disastrous saloon 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 aid. I slide into the leather tail, already wet with expectancy. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attention to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for refuge's sake. I'm more disquieted about the throbbing between my stage than I am where we are going. less than 20 bit later, we turn off into a long private road. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leave under the tire sound almost titillating to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a prospect to bet at the home it is attached to. The purr of the engine quiets and the doors unlock. I can feel his heart piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .
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