With her sex still wet and quivering she walks slowly back to her friends. The fog of lust sensuously hangs around her. Reaching the bar before everyone else, the wench winks at her and pours a shot of tequila then slides it to her with a wink, a grin, and a nod. She is waved off when she goes to pay.
The night goes by in a sexy haze of dancing till getting kicked out at closing.
Finally home, keeping the lights down as she makes her way to bed. Stripping off the eighties costume it lays on the floor in a pile. She turns and looks at her bedclothes, only to decide against them, as the air feels good on her naked body. The covers are pulled back to lay naked on the cool sheets. Her hand drifts down like a reflex. The soft smooth skin still tingles from her encounter. A finger dips between her lips, still very wet helps with her rubbing. Thoughts of the events help bring her close, but what sends her over the edge is the memory of feeling his cum land on her bare ass, followed by his cock tracing through it to tease her backdoor.
Waking the next morning is followed by morning autopilot. Get up, pee, coffee shower, then finish off by getting dressed. Saturday called for yoga pants and sweatshirt, but knowing she had to be seen in public meant a bra. She could get away with no panties but the bra was something she felt she had to wear. Picking it up from the pile of last night's clothes, something flutters down catching her eye. It was a piece of paper. The writing gave it away instantly. It also made her adrenaline rush. She felt flush, aroused, and wet in the blink of an eye. Opening the note his voice was in her head telling her he slipped a note in her bra. The note read.
"I hope you enjoyed tonight as I did. My cock felt incredible in you. Your returning of my thrusts was incredible. Now if you're interested in another meeting text xxx-xxxx. Text me the word orgasm. If you choose not to, I just want to thank you for a night I will not soon forget."
The note sent her sex to tingling. Setting the note down, she looked at it hard then went about her day.
The day was filled with things that had to get done, but her mind was betraying her. It kept going to the sex and the message. Each time it did she felt how wet she had become from the thoughts.
Finally it got the better of her. She picked up her phone and texted Orgasm to the number. She put her phone in her pocket and kept going. She found herself checking it all the time to see. Then when it did ring her heart jumped. It was a text from a number she did not know.
"I see you have decided to play again." It read.
"Yes." Was her response.
"How adventurous would you like to be? She reads.
"Kinda"? She returns
"I have a little adventure if you're game"? The text reads.
