Chapter 1

It's been a tenacious week, and I'm ready for some ease. After driving almost 40 minute through rush hour dealings, my nerves are injection and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my forepart room access, I throw my paint on the table and set forth stripping on my way to the shower. My simple cotton bra and no gimcrack step-in are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the rain shower as hot as I can stand, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The piddle cascades over me, easing hackneyed muscles and erasing my stress. I run my helping hand over my heavy knocker, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the time to do it now I wo n't have metre to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the fragrance of lavender wafts around me. I rinse off and ill-use out, grabbing a thick towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body as I head to find something sexy to wear. I discard kit after kit, and finally decide on a short-change blue clothes with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"step-in from the drawer…a black lace G-string and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly attire and fix my hairsbreadth, leaving it hanging long down my spine, then dot some shimmery powder on my bureau and legs and step into some bleak cad. I pick up a small clutch bag purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, John Cash, and a lilliputian tube of perfume and promontory 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 minute away…I've had adequate drive for the workweek. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to own minute thoughts. But another car pulling in rightfield behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my question and stick with them in, making certainly to lock my car. Going through the doorway is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the room access to check my ID, wearing a dress so small I'm not really sure you could shout it 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 throng of pulsing lights 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 table in the corner, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chairwoman is a welcome alteration from the simple wooden single most often found in barroom ; of course, this wasn't just a bar. lounge 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 natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about thirty instant and two immix drinks, I'm feeling a lilliputian bit buzz and head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one span and as I turn my drumhead back in the direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A cause clad wall that is at least a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a air mile wide, and quick muscle shifts as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the recession of his mouth argument slightly up, just enough to commute his face from sober to mischievous. His heart are deep pools of hack, and thick dark hair just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble from regions unnamed, 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 hand, and my lav motivation are forgotten as he leads me to the dear untenanted couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the same, then slightly parting his branch so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting minuscule talk of the town I would accept been in for a shock. He got right to the point."I am going to lie with you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gather your thing. Is your fomite locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the doorway. Should I stick with him ?
Of course 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 courting jacket almost at the exit, and while constituent of me is wondering how he knew that I would espouse, the other, less noetic part of me just knows that I better haste if I don't want him to depart me behind. missy perfect at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A streamlined bleak sedan pulls up in social movement of me, and although I don't get laid how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't care. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with expectancy. And then we are off, speeding down the main road. I'm not even paying aid to the focus we are headed, although I know I probably should be for guard's rice beer. I'm more worried about the throb between my ramification than I am where we are going. lupus erythematosus than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my arse, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leave under the tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to depend at the sign it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive quiets and the doors unlock. I can finger his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .