The last winter was one of less snow but increased cold and so I hurried the few steps from my car to the entrance of the "Metropol", a nice dark-wave disco in an underground car park. It was a Friday evening and all I knew was that my best friend Katrina called this afternoon and told my AM that she would be here tonight.
I entered the large underground parking lot, which was the Metropol and took a few steps around. Fetching some beer, I found an ideal observation position from where I should be able to see everyone at the dance floor.
When I saw Katrina I nearly let go of my beer. She looked breathtaking: with her 1,7 metres of height, her red-colored hair and some really tight black lace-clothes. She wore a heavy leather-belt and an inch higher a piercing in her navel. Her well-formed breasts were covered by a black lace-top (as tight as her trousers), at the upper arm she wore a silver-spiral and her make-up mainly consisted of deep-red lipstick, white skin and dark passionate eyes. She moved her hips to the rhythm of the music and occasionally let her hand glide over her crotch. I couldn't help but notice some guys dancing around her trying to catch her view, but she obviously wasn't very interested in them.
Eventually she had a break and left the main area towards the smaller ones and the rest rooms. As she hadn't seen me yet I followed her with some distance between us through a dark and narrow passage where I could see her looking over her shoulder and then disappearing through a cut in the black foil of which the "walls" consisted. I followed and stood between two large containers when I heard something behind them. Reaching the end of the container-walls I couldn't see really much in the nearly complete darkness. Only the now-dimmed flashing lights of the disco brought some light to this dark corner. I was pretty sure that this part of the car park didn't belong to the disco anymore but what the heck, I thought, Katrina disappeared somewhere down here.
As I stood there thinking I heard a purring voice just at my ear saying: "I want you - NOW!" and I felt two hands crawling 'round my hips and unbuttoning my black leather trousers. "I obey, my mistress" I said smiling and with that she turned me around and stuck her tongue in my mouth. We kissed passionately and with her hands stimulating my cock I developed a raging hardon. She went to her knees and kissed the tip of my member, licking away the wet drops. "Hmmm, that's what I like best" she moaned and I pushed her against the wall and ripped her lac-trousers open. Pulling them down I discovered a black silken slip with a large wet spot marking her sex. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband and slowly pulled her slip down. "Lucky me!" I thought as she revealed her clean-shaven glistering wet pussy just in front of my face. Slowly I began licking her wetness away, then sent one finger in her tight young pussy, probing for more. She rewarded me with soft moaning and when I reached her g-spot she screamed "Oh please fuck me, please, please, please! I want to feel you deep in me, please pleaaaaah!" and shuddered.
