I don't know how he knew.
From the moment I spotted him watching me across the crowded room, it was like he was seeing into my soul.
The intensity of his stare told me that he knew my secret, and liked the flavor of it on his tongue.
I had never left a club with a stranger before, but there was no question that I would follow wherever he wanted to lead me. I watched him cross the room, and when he reached down and laced his fingers with mine, pulling me gently toward the door, I didn't even bother to say good-bye to my companions.
His car was sleek and fast, and he didn't say a word as he zipped us down the freeway, the wind blowing my long red hair behind me. I stole surreptitious glances at him, not wanting to be caught staring, but unable to look away. He had silky black hair tousled from the wind, jade-green eyes surrounded by thick, black lashes, and a firm, chiseled body that looked hard all over.
I wished I was bold enough to reach over and run a hand down his thigh, but I didn't dare.
He pulled up to a new condo complex in the middle of the city, all sleek glass and metal, and parked in the lot. I waited while he came around to open the door for me. He didn't back away when I stood, so our bodies were barely an inch apart once I eased out of the car. He shut the door and locked eyes with me as he lowered his hands to the outsides of my thighs, running his warm hands up my legs to hook his thumbs into my panties. He slid them slowly down my legs, and I lifted one high-heeled foot and then the other to step out of them.
He tossed them into the open convertible and then reached down again, nudging my thighs apart with his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on mine as he slid a finger into my warm, wet pussy.
"You are a little slut, aren't you?"
He said it affectionately, but I could only swallow, more turned on than I cared to admit.
He slid his finger out of me and held it up to my lips, and I took it in, sucking him clean like a good girl. He pulled away after just a few moments, and took my hand again, leading me insider.
"Don't worry, pet. That won't be the last thing you're eating tonight."
When the elevator doors glide open, we step directly into his condo, and he stops me there.
"Take everything off."
My stomach is a knot of nervousness, when he strolls across the room and sits down in an armchair, facing me. I nod silently, pulling the short dress over my head, and reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. I'm about to step out of my red, patent leather heels when he stops me.
"Leave those on."
I nod again and stand there, completely naked.
