He had watched her in the mirror as she walked in. She was as beautiful as ever and her outfit was stunning. He knew right away the time he took to pick it out was well spent.
She stood behind him for a minute wondering what to do, her heart racing. Should she speak his name -- Maybe a simple tap on his shoulder? He looked up from the bar and their eyes met in the mirror. His heart was pounding with excitement but he hesitated for a second to turn around. His eyes were a little watery so he blinked hard trying to clear them before he finally spun his barstool around.
That moment was the one they both had been waiting too long for. He held her tight without saying a word. Her body felt great pressed against his, exactly as he remembered. He didn't want to let go, but there was so much catching up to do. Ever so close, he stared deep into her eyes without saying a word. Finally, looking up at him with beautiful green eyes, she smiled, ducked her head just a little and whispered "Hi." He had missed her touch, the smell of her skin. She sat down and he stared in disbelief at how incredible she looked. Words could not do her justice, but yet he whispered in her ear "You look phenomenal." It was then he realized, regardless of the time and care spent picking her outfit, the clothes were nothing without her.
They had not seen each other in a while, so they were both a little nervous at first. That subsided rather quickly, and within minutes they were right back where they had left off. "I am so glad you came," he said as he looked in her eyes. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world" was her reply. He kissed her as she had not been kissed in a while. Their tongues explored each other's mouths in a burst of passion. She put her hand on his, moved it to her thigh, and spread her legs a little. "Feel that?" she asked, "I have missed you." "Well, I guess you have," he whispered as he rubbed the inside of her moist thigh.
He knew from their previous experiences she had a passion like no other. He had figured the ride to the club would get her excited, but not like this. She grabbed him by the hand and started to walk the club. She led him to the back where they have a V.I.P. room. Little did she know, he had picked this club just for this reason. There was a man wearing a tuxedo at the door to the room. He unhooked the red velvet rope, stepped aside and said "Good evening Ms. Tremont, we hope you enjoy your time at the club." He hooked the rope behind them as they entered the room.
The room was dimly lit, but she could see the room was very elegant, yet erotic in its decor. Most of the furnishings were from the Victorian era, and he likened the curves on the fainting couch to the curves on her body. Around the perimeter of the room, on three walls, were private areas, not unlike an oversized restaurant booth. The fourth wall was a big mirror with four or five couches strategically placed in close proximity. She immediately led him to a private area and sat down beside him..........
She kissed him hard and let her tongue intertwine with his. She moved to his neck and as she placed her hand on his cock she whispered, "I need you right now. I have been waiting for something like this for a long time." He was growing hard instantly as she started to unfasten his belt. She moved on her knees as she freed his cock from his pants. She took him in her mouth and started to suck on his shaft. She licked around the head and looked him in the eyes. The heat of her mouth on him was a sensation he had not felt in while.