Intensity Ch 1

This was the first time that I had been to the club in quite some time. My heart began to pound hard against my chest as I walked through the door and could finally hear the heavy beat of death metal slamming through walls painted in black and white abstract patterns. I quickly flashed my ID and paid my dues as I was quickly shuffled through the line. When I got to the end of the hall, I allowed a group of regulars to hop ahead of me in line so I could have a chance to tuck my ID into my boot and to smooth my clothing before the luscious lady at the door frisked me for any weapons. I have to admit that I love the feel of foreign hands traveling over my body.

The club has always been a place of freedom for exhibitionists. Most times I would just come here to prop myself up on one of the benches that ran the length of the walls in the room set aside for dancing and watch the parade of people. As I stepped out on the floor, I realized that tonight must be my night to be the entertainment since the dance floor was nearly deserted. As I was in rare form and horny as hell, I really didn't mind too much. As song with a slow, heady beat began to throb to life, pulsing from the speakers, my eyes wandered over the masses of people until I found the man who was destined to be my plaything for the night. Standing off in a secluded corner, was a man of medium build wearing a loose black satin shirt and a pair of leather pants that just screamed to be ripped free of his luscious body.

As the beat of the music took hold of me, I turned to my nighttime lover and locked eyes with him. His black eyes scorched me, and the intensity of the heat in his gaze was enough to send bolts of electricity racing through my veins and down into my smoldering pussy. I began to slowly undulate my hips as I threw my head back and ran my hands through my long black hair before sliding them down my neck, and finally to my thrusting tits. Dressed in skin tight black lace, my large milky breasts were straining against the fabric, as if begging my lover to touch them.

As I ran my hands over my tits, the friction against my nipples was so intense that I could feel the juices begin to flow. I continued to slide my hands down over my silky stomach until I reached the point where my lace skirt was shredded so that it hung from my waist in thin strips. By this point, my lover was locked on my every move. His face had lost it's cold and distant look and now was flushed and tight as though he were physically uncomfortable.

As the beat of the song picked up, I spread my legs apart and placed my hands on the insides of my thighs as I slowly stroked up and down in time with the sinking of my hips as though I were riding an imaginary dick. I felt animalistic as I panted and thrust my hips as if I were wildly fucking on the dance floor. I hit a feverish pitch and let my head drop back as I let out a low moan that was immediately drowned out my the loud music.

Suddenly, I was aware of a body pressed against mine. Before I could react, this stranger's hands were buried in my hair, keeping my head locked in it's position. I could only stare at the ceiling as I felt hot breath on my exposed neck as he nibbled and sucked my tender flesh. One of my captor's hands released my hair and slid down my spine until he was cupping my ass in his warm hand and pressing my hips into his. I let out a soft moan as his bulging dick, straining against his pants, pressed against my clit with every thrust of his hips.

As I ran my hands along his sides, finally grasping his gyrating hips, his hand released my hair and slid along the side of my face. My lover stood before me with a look of passion so intense that he seemed wild with the sweet pain it was inflicting. Suddenly he turned from me, but his hand still cupping my behind, guided me to the remote corner where he had been only moments before. By now the room was throbbing with life as the now crowded dance floor pulsed with human flesh. As my lover backed me against the wall, the darkness of the room seemed to envelope us.

Softly I ran my hands down his chest before grazing my fingers over the bulge in his pants. He let out a throaty groan as he cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. I parted my lips and his warm, wet tongue invaded my mouth and caressed my every available surface. I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, thrusting my soft breasts against the silkiness of his satin covered chest. It startled even me, the passion with which I returned his kiss.

Tenderly, he pulled back from me and slid my left hand from around his neck and to his lips. Almost lovingly, he planted a soft kiss in the palm of my hand before entwining his fingers with mine and leading me from the dance floor. As we neared the door, I realized what he had in mind. I panicked as it dawned on me that what had started out as a little game had progressed so far.

...To Be Continued