The day had been cold and lonely. One of those clichΓ©d days; dark, rainy and altogether boring. You spent a few hours on the computer, surfing the net for porn. Found a little, but not enough to get your rocks off. Even the drooling fools who wanted to cyber with you weren't that interesting. Somehow, even with all the blasΓ© entertainment during the day, you still find yourself horney as hell.
Suddenly you think of the guy you met last week at the club. His long blonde hair, his body just covered by that black silk. His voice never rose above the music but you seemed to be able to hear every word. He acted the perfect gentleman the whole night, buying you drinks, never really coming on to you, scaring off those scuzballs that always try to cop a feel during a dance. All that he did was ask you dance once, just once, all evening. And what a dance it was.
You sort of smile as you turn on the shower, and remember the dance. His hands never touched you. Somehow he got that godforsaken DJ to play a slow song. Maybe he and the DJ knew each other. Gently he took your hand from your drink as the song began. He didn't even say a word, like he assumed that you would dance with him. The song was slow and sensual. The rhythms methodically moving your bodies closer. His hands floated over your back and sides. They never touched you though. They followed the contour of your dress as it slowly slid back and forth over your flesh. You could feel his breath on your ear and throat.
You moan as the hot water hits you and washes over your wonderful body. You can almost feel my hands again. Gliding over your back and caressing your ass, slowly sliding up your sides and over the soft curves of your breasts. Smiling you, caress your body as if I were there doing it for you. You run your hands from your neck down over your breasts. Gently teasing your nipples, running your fingers around and around them. The spray of the shower smacking them with its little droplets. You let the shower continue to tease your nipples as your hand glides down your stomach. You hand slides in between your legs gently teasing at your pussy.
You imagine my hand down there, sliding around your sweet slit. My fingers exploring, finding your clit gently pulling on it. Sliding my finger slowly inside, teasing at the walls of your pussy. Smoothly caressing your internal walls, my thumb brushing your clit each time my finger enters all the way into you. My finger increases in speed as you moan for more. I begin to abuse your clit as I finger you. Your body shudders, my fingers smack harder and harder into your pussy, my other hand sliding around behind to play with your puckered asshole. Moaning, you beg me to fuck both your holes. I gently slide my index finger into your ass as my other hand fuck two fingers into your pussy. You scream in pleasure as my fingers fuck you. However, suddenly you are snapped out of your fantasy by the suddenly frigid water pouring from your shower.
Cursing loudly and heatedly, you turn off the water just as the cold water turned you off. Decidedly pissed off by the sudden ending of you fantasy, you try and figure out if you really want to go out. Grumbling you search through the closet, finding a dress that you haven't worn for a year. You friend called you a gothic slut when they saw you in this number. Smiling light, you wonder if you can still fit into it. Shrugging, you try to slide into it. The fit is a little snugger as you look into the mirror but only in the bust line. The corset waist fits just as it did before and the lace up the front only had to be let out at your tits. Tying the top you smile as you put on the garter that goes with it. The sheer fishnets make you white skin shine underneath. You twirl and let the short skirt float up and wonder if you should wear panties or not. As horney as you are, you decide against it. You run a finger up your slit and sigh as you play with you clit. You wonder if the man without a name will be there tonight. You sure as hell hope so, if not you'll have to find some Traci Lords look a like to take home and fuck because he is the only man you want tonight. One last time you look in the mirror and press your tits higher and show off even more cleavage; however, you don't notice that your pink areolas are just barely showing since they blend into the lace.
The drive over to the club is truly uneventful, but as you get there you notice with pain that the line to get in is horrendous. Shaking your head, you look to the bouncers that let the wannabes and posers in. Thankfully you see one of the most horney bouncers that they have at the door. You just know that with this outfit he will let you in. You saunter up to him, watching as his eyes focus on you. He licks his lips as his eyes head straight to your cleavage. Giggling you walk up to him and whisper in his ear. You tell him that you're not wearing any panties, and that before you came here you were masturbating in the shower. His grin widens and he murmurs something about meeting him after work. You just smile, knowing that you are either going home with Him or another girl, not this muscle-bound freak.
You brush past him as the others in line just jeer and scream that you're a slut. You just look over your shoulder and stick your tongue out at them. You walk through the doors of the club. The crowd in the club is terrible. Everyone is jostling each other, either trying to get to the bar or the dance floor. Sighing and knowing you are going to get groped serval hundred times on your way to the back, you start walking. The first hand on your bare ass you swipe away, the next you claw at with your nails. You feel a snag of skin and smile knowing that you drew some blood. Becoming more and more frustrated with the stupid Asses trying to cop a feel, you start for a clear table a little closer to the front. You get a prickle a the back of your neck, almost like someone is watching you. Hoping beyond hope, you look around for your silk-shirted man. As you look you catch the sight of a waiter with a try. Somehow he is getting through the impossible crowd. As he approaches you notice that he is heading straight to you. A drink and a black rose rest on the tray. He smiles as he reaches you and just points to you then to the balcony. You look up and smile. There is your man, standing and looking down at you. As you pick up the drink and the rose, you notice a minor change in the room about you. It seems as if the crowd of people are moving out of your way. Glowing with the knowledge that he chose you, you start walking to the staircase in the back. The crowd does part for you as you walk. You can see either
Jealous looks or lust from the women and just lust filled leers from the men.
Once you reach the stairs you remember that you aren't wearing any panties. You take a quick drink, and start as you feel as if the drink went straight to your pussy. You are suddenly wet and wanting. You can actually feel a river let of pussy juice begin to run down your leg. Not really caring anymore about everyone else you just run up the stairs and everyone down in the pit gets a good look at your wonderful pussy. You get to the top of the steps and see me sitting on a couch facing the stairs. I smile at you, my lips reveling teeth that are either caps or have been sharpened. I gently pat the cushion next to me as you stand there looking at me. You take another sip from the drink and feel that warm flash in your pussy. I smile ever wider, showing you more of my teeth, my tongue snaking out and caressing my lips. You notice that your legs are trembling, now that I want you near me. Shaking my head, I stand and walk to you. My voice is husky as I speak. "So my dear, do you want to take a seat?" I take your hand and lead you to the couch letting you sit. I smile at you, reaching down and caressing the top of your nipple. "It seems something has slipped out on your run up the stairs."
You giggle and blush as I push your nipple back under your top. "Oh it also seems someone has forgotten something while they were dressing. I like it, but cross your legs my darling, people are staring." You just look up at me and whisper, "Let them." I grin and sit beside you, my arm draping over your shoulders. My lips are at your ear, my breath hot, "Do you really like this place, it is not one of my favorite clubs." You just shake your head. "Ill take that as a no. Then I suggest we head to my favorite club. I think you'll enjoy it." I stand and notice that your eyes are right at the same level as the bulge in my leather pants. "Later my dear."