I was a bit nervous as I pulled into the driveway. This was it. Pixie's house, my friend from the internet. I was on the road, and just happened to be staying nearby in a big city, so we had arranged to meet up and hit the town. I had suggested driving into the big city and perusing the nightlife there. I got out of the rental car and stretched catlike, then proceeded to the door and knocked. Pixie answered and I smothered her instantly in big hugs and even was so bold as to steal a kiss. I had already told her I didn't have a lot of time, so to be ready. She was so beautiful, even more petite than me. I wasn't used to girls who were actually smaller than me... but she wasn't that much smaller. She said introductions to her family, then quickly to goodbyes so we could spend the afternoon and night in the big city.
We talked about hobbies we had in common and life as we drove into the city, when I got an idea. I decided to take her to a mall and go outfit shopping. We had talked along the way about how fun it would be to go dancing, so we would need striking sexy outfits to make it all the more fun. At the mall we hit several shops, and of course, being the perverts we are, ended up at Victoria's Secret. I found a tight little black dress and begged her to try it on. I purposely chose one that was a couple sizes too small, so it would show off all her beautiful curves. She laughed and went and put it on. She came out a couple minutes later with a big grin. The hem of the dress barely covered her cute little ass and clung to her pert little breasts. I was getting excited watching her as she posed playfully. She couldn't bend over, without flashing her naughty bits, but that was my intent. We would be dancing anyways, as long as she was conscious as she moved or dropped anything, she'd be okay.
She wasn't sure, but with a puppy dog eyes and pouted lip, I convinced her it was perfect for the night. For me, she picked out a tight mini skirt, with no longer of a hem then the dress I picked for her. She added to it a black lace bra and a sheer blouse to go over it. I changed into the outfit and stepped out, twirling slowly for her. She smiled her approval and I could feel her eyes on me. I rather enjoyed that too. Giggling we took the tags to the register and I paid for them there, so we could wear them out. I lost count of the heads we turned as we walked arm in arm back to the car. The sun was setting, so we decided to get something to eat, then start clubbing.
Dinner was fun, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her, nor her me. But we kept things to idle chatter and then left to go find a disco. As we started driving into towards downtown, I reach over to the glove box for the surprise I had for her. I pulled out a black leather collar, with rhinestones on it, and a clip on leash. Her eyes met mine as I grinned devilishly, yet playfully handing her the collar. I new she was into bondage and even though it wasn't really my scene, I thought it might be fun to dabble with it a bit. If for no other reason than to get her a bit excited.
"You said you'd be my slave..." She took the collar with a laugh, then winking at me, she put it on. I was getting very excited, but wasn't sure how she felt, so I decided to be forthright, and test my new mistress-hood. "Good. Now, I want you to massage yourself." I commanded playfully.
"Here? In the car?" She asked, laughing, unsure if I was just joking. I laughed too, in case she wanted to play it off as a joke, but I also really wanted to watch her do it. I nodded, grinning uncontrollably as I looked back and forth from the road, back to her beautiful face. She was blushing, but suddenly scooted down into her seat, parting her legs, so that one knee was resting on my thigh, the other up against the inside of her door. There wasn't enough dress to keep her covered in that maneuver and her beautiful little pussy came into sight and the gleam of her hood ring. It took all of my will to keep at least half my attention on the road. Her hand drifted down as she continued to blush and watch me. She moved her slender fingers down between her folds, massaging herself as I drove.
I swear I almost hit the car in front of me twenty times as I tried to watch her as much as I could. She continued on, as a good submissive does, until told to stop. Her hips were gyrating and grinding her pussy against her fingers as the pleasure sparking through her became more and more intense. At one point we pulled up next to an old man. Pixie's dress strap had fallen off her shoulder and slid to her elbow at some point, and the shuddering of her body had popped one of her beautiful little breasts loose. The old man just stared and I fixed him a cool glance, letting him know he was allowed to look, but by my will only. The light turned green and I sped off, keeping the other cars out of distance where possible. We were nearing the club when Pixie came, and came hard. I reached over as her orgasm erupted through her and used my own fingers to massage her clit to intensify her orgasm.
I parked the car and leaned over, kissing her deeply, and sucking her sweet nectar from my fingers. I was getting wet myself, but I really wanted to dance with her. Laughing, we got out, straightened our dresses and I placed the leash on her. She laughed, but didn't resist at all, then we went into the techno club. She followed directly behind me as I lead her inside. You can image the looks we got. Not only did two hot girls just walk in, but our dresses were made to kill and thrill, and the leash just drove the guys nuts. Guys kept coming up to us, asking to buy us drinks, wanting to dance, talk, anything, just to be with us, but we shined them on, politely, but clear enough that we were here for each other, not to find guys.
