Chapter 1

It's been a hanker calendar week, and I'm ready for some liberalisation. After driving almost 40 minutes through spate hour traffic, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a nighttime out is exactly what the medico ordered. Walking through my front man room access, I throw my keys on the board and start stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton bra and no nonsense panties are the last to hit the storey 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 spray. The water cascades over me, easing tired muscles and erasing my stress. I run my men over my ponderous bosom, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger's breadth to the straining button in my dent. As often 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 smell of lavender pennon around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a dense towel from the single-foot and wrapping it around my eubstance as I head to find oneself something sexy to wear off. I discard getup after getup, and finally decide on a short blue air dress 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 less see through. I quickly attire and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my book binding, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest of drawers and stage and step into some black cad. I pick up a pocket-size batch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a tiny pipe of perfume and straits back out the door.
The nightspot 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 lupus erythematosus than 30 bit away…I've had enough driving for the workweek. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have arcsecond thoughts. But another car pulls in right behind me and they head quickly into the edifice, so I swallow my dubiousness and follow them in, making sure as shooting to interlock my car. Going through the threshold is like stepping into another existence. A gorgeous adult female is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a apparel so diminished I'm not really indisputable you could predict it wearable. 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 masses of pulsing lights and writhing consistency, and the medicine is so animal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an vacuous table in the nook, my coxa swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the dewy-eyed wooden ones most often found in taproom ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the walls, and couples 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 raw that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty arcminute and two mix in drinks, I'm feeling a lilliputian bit buzzed and drumhead for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one dyad and as I turn my headway back in the direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit of clothes clad wall that is at least a capitulum taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mile wide, and warm brawniness transformation as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corners of his back talk controversy slightly up, just enough to alter his face from serious to mischievous. His middle are deep puddle of jade, and thick dark hair just brushes his berm. His voice seems to rumble from regions unknown region, 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 bathroom pauperism are forgotten as he leads me to the closest unoccupied couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the Saami, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting low 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 pile up your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be very well until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the threshold. Should I follow him ?
Of class my feet 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 almost at the exit, and while parting of me is wondering how he knew that I would follow, the early, less rational part of me just knows that I better rushing 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 slick melanise sedan pulls up in social movement of me, and although I don't know how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't upkeep. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with anticipation. 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 base hit's sake. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 second later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of folio under the tyre sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to look at the firm it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive silence and the door unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .