Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some slackening. After driving almost 40 minutes through stimulate time of day dealings, my nerves are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my breast door, I throw my keys on the mesa and start stripping on my way to the shower bath. My simple-minded cotton bra and no nonsense panties are the live to hit the base just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can fend, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The piddle cascades over me, easing bore sinew and erasing my accent. I run my hands over my heavy breasts, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining clit in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the clock time to do it now I wo n't receive time to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the odour of lavender waft around me. I rinse off and maltreat out, grabbing a boneheaded towel from the rack and wrapping it around my body as I head to discover something sexy to wear. I discard turnout after turnout, and finally decide on a short blue dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panty from the drawer…a black lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly apparel and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my cover, then dust some shimmery pulverisation on my chest and legs and whole tone into some black heels. I pick up a diminished clutch pedal purse, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, hard currency, and a flyspeck tube of perfume and mind back out the door.
The social club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my colleague say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 minutes away…I've had enough drive for the hebdomad. I pull into the driveway of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have got second thought. But another car pulls in rightfield behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my dubiety and follow them in, making sure to engage my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a attire so small I'm not really 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 enjoin me to enjoy myself. I step through another room access into a multitude of pulsing Light and writhing bodies, and the music is so carnal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty mesa in the corner, my pelvic arch swaying of their own pact. The velvet covered chairperson is a welcome change from the simple-minded wooden unity most often found in BAR ; of grade, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the walls, and span 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 to the lowest degree.
After about 30 minutes and two fuse crapulence, I'm feeling a short bit buzzed and principal for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to look out and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my mind back in the direction I'm headed I run into a bulwark. A lawsuit clad bulwark that is at least a caput taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mil wide, and lovesome muscularity switch as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corners of his mouth tilt slightly up, just enough to change his face from unplayful to pixilated. His heart are deep syndicate of hack, and thick dark hair just brushes his articulatio humeri. His voice seems to rumble from part 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 hand, and my privy 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 stage so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small public lecture I would have been in for a shock. He got right to the point in time."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 fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I follow him ?
Of trend my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his bootleg suit jacket almost at the departure, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would adopt, the other, less intellectual part of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to allow for me behind. Miss perfect at the doorway smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A satiny black 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 expectation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attention to the commission we are headed, although I know I probably should be for base hit's sake. I'm more upset about the pounding between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 minute later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my backside, needing to be filled, and the compaction of leaves under the tires sound almost titillating to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a fortune to look at the house it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine quiets and the door unlock. I can experience his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .