The young woman lay motionless on her bed, lost in thoughts of a dark haired man. His blue eyes haunted her dreams of late, and she so eagerly wanted to see him again. That night at the club, he had ignited a spark deep within her. The desire to be touched, teased, fulfilled. He had stirred the urge to explore her sexuality and she was more than willing to begin the journey. The problem was she had no idea where to start.
At that moment, the phone rang. She sat up in bed, reaching for the handset on her nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Don't talk, just listen."
"Who is this?"
"I said, don't talk. Tomorrow night, at 8 o'clock, you will go to Pulse and sit at the bar. You will wear the black dress that will be delivered in the morning. You will wait for me. Talk to no one until I get there."
"No, I want to know who this is."
"You know me, and I know you, quite intimately, in fact. We met last weekend at Pulse. We danced, and you let me penetrate your luscious body right there on the dance floor. Do you remember?"
Jess's mouth dropped open, color staining her cheeks. She remembered all too well. "Yes, I remember."
"Good. I will see you tomorrow," he said and hung up.
Jess stared dumbly at the phone for a moment, fully aware that she should have been frightened of the way he spoke to her, the way he ordered her around, but she wasn't. To her amazement, she realized that it had done the exact opposite. Instead of scaring her, it had excited her. His voice had brought to mind the feel of his hands on her body, his breath on her skin, the feel of him inside her. His words had kindled the spark within her, stoking the flames of desire.
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Early the next morning, a package was delivered to her house. It contained, as she was told, a black dress with matching shoes. The jet colored dress was exquisite, consisting of a long, sheer, billowy material over a short, fitted sheath. The spaghetti straps were lightly sequined as was the empire waistline. The overskirt was also randomly sequined so it sparkled just enough to draw the eye without being flashy.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on endlessly. Jess found herself watching the clock on the mantle every few minutes. She cursed herself for being so silly but couldn't suppress the surge of desire that shot through her body at the memory of his words. His words brought back thoughts of the night they met, the people, the music, the dance floor. Her mind flooded with the sensations easily remembered from that night; the way he smelled, how his callused hands snagged the fabric of her skirt, the feel of him deep within her.
Her fingers trailed down her supple body, grazing over her taut nipples and flat stomach. She teased the skin of her inner thighs with her nails, gently dragging them along the tender flesh toward her heated core. She closed her eyes, imagining her hands were his. Jess's hand made its way up over her panties and she was slightly surprised to find them damp. A soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers traced her now swollen lips through the thin material.
One hand slipped inside them, caressing the bare skin underneath while the other cupped her breast. Jess bit her lip gently, her fingers sliding closer to her moist sex. She brought her nipple to her lips, flicking her tongue over it, teasing it until it hardened. She then pinched and pulled it as her other hand found the little nub of her clit.
As soon as her fingers touched it, her body arched off the chair. She gasped, her fingers slowly stroking. Jess's fingers glided further down, feeling the moisture dribbling from her tight channel. She slipped one digit within her, then another. Her hand began moving, working her fingers in and out, increasing the pace as her passion built.
She pulled her fingers out, moving them back to her clit, stroking it. She was moaning in earnest now, her peak racing toward her like a runaway train. When it finally hit her, she screamed, sliding her fingers back into her velvet channel. She felt the muscles spasming around her fingers, as if milking them.
Jess collapsed in the chair, her body spent and breathing ragged. She eased her sodden fingers out as her orgasm faded. A sly smiled spread across her face and she laughed the giddy laugh of a school girl with her first crush. Jess marveled at how each muscle felt relaxed yet tight at the same time.
Groaning, she stood, heading for the shower. She quickly washed her hair and shaved her legs. Jess wrapped a towel around her and sat at her vanity. She took out her blow dryer and when her hair was dry, she piled it loosely on top of her head, soft curls framing her face. She left several long copper colored locks loose in back to fall across her spine. She next applied a soft make up to accentuate her features.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she slipped into the soft black dress. It hugged her curves, showcasing her lithe frame to perfection. Her feet encased in the shoes, she stood at the full length mirror and admired herself. The dress sparkled in the light of her bedroom. She glanced at the clock; it was almost 7:30, time to head to Pulse.
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Jess arrived precisely at 8 and sauntered to the bar, taking a stool on the end. She ordered a drink to calm her nerves. As she sipped the concoction, she sensed a presence behind her. She pretended not to notice until she felt his moist breath on her ear.
"Very good, my pet," he whispered.
Jess kept quiet, somehow knowing a response was not required or even wanted.
