Chapter 1

It's been a long week, and I'm ready for some loosening. After driving almost 40 minutes through rush hour traffic, my heart are spud and I decide that some fun and a nighttime out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my figurehead threshold, I throw my keys on the mesa and embark on stripping on my way to the shower. My simpleton cotton bra and no folderal panties are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the cascade as hot as I can fend, and the steam billows out as I step under the spray. The body of water cascades over me, easing tired muscularity and erasing my focus. I run my hands over my heavy white meat, slide them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As often as I need to cum, I know that if I take the fourth dimension to do it now I wo n't have clip to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the odor of lavender wafts around me. I rinse off and pace out, grabbing a thick towel from the single-foot and wrapping it around my body as I head to find something sexy to put on. I discard getup after outfit, and finally adjudicate on a short-circuit blue apparel with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a black lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or LE see through. I quickly wearing apparel and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and step into some nigrify heels. I pick up a small grip pocketbook, just big enough for my ID, some lip rouge, cash, and a petite tube of perfume and head 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 fellow worker say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 mo away…I've had enough drive for the week. I pull into the movement of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to have back intellection. But another car drag in right behind me and they head quickly into the edifice, so I swallow my doubts and come after them in, making sure as shooting to lock my car. Going through the doorway is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the doorway to check off my ID, wearing a attire so little I'm not really sure you could yell it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed segmentation and then she almost smirks at me and severalise me to enjoy myself. I step through another threshold into a masses of pulsing lights and writhing consistence, and the medicine is so animal that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an empty table in the niche, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden ones most often found in bars ; of form, this wasn't just a bar. couch were placed strategically along the walls, and brace were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public presentation, but here it seemed so natural that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the to the lowest degree.
After about thirty minutes and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a niggling bit buzzed and head for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to watch and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one yoke and as I turn my head back in the direction I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad rampart that is at least a head taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a land mile spacious, and warm musculus chemise as he turns in my steering. Looking down at me, the corners of his lip tilt slightly up, just enough to change his face from good to mischievous. His eyes are deep pools of adulteress, and thick shadow hairsbreadth just brushes his shoulder joint. His voice seems to grumble from neighborhood terra incognita, 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 bath want are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest untenanted lounge. He sits and then gestures for me to do the like, then slightly parts his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting humble talk I would induce 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 gather your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."commodity. So let's go-your car will be fine until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the room access. Should I watch over him ?
Of course of action my animal foot blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutch. I see his blackness suit jacket crown almost at the loss, and while constituent of me is wondering how he knew that I would take after, the early, less rational portion of me just knows that I better rushing 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 black sedan pulls up in figurehead 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 anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the main road. I'm not even paying care to the counselling we are headed, although I know I probably should be for base hit's sake. I'm more worried about the pounding between my pegleg than I am where we are going. LE than 20 minutes later, we turn off into a long driveway. I'm almost shaking in my buns, needing to be filled, and the crush of leafage under the tire sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a sour garage, and I don't even have a opportunity to look at the family it is attached to. The purr of the engine tranquility and the door unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .