What a week! We were both so tired of the week we had to get out and let off a little steam. So, I decided we should go out for a while, and since it was so warm out, we should take the motorcycle.
I had been buying you all sorts of little sexy outfits I liked to see you in. Things that the bitch of an ex-wife I had would never wear, but you were more than happy to model them for me.
Things, clothes, lingerie, skirts, baby doll tops, thigh high stocking with garters, thigh high boots with spiked stiletto heels, that hugged your legsâŠall kinds of little things, but you just blew me away when I saw you all dressed up, like you did every time.
There you stood before me with that leather skirt on; the back of it was shaped to show off that ever so sexy tattoo you have on your lower back. Black fishnets on, with those black fuck-me boots, and that sexy white baby doll shirt, showing that sweet little belly of yours. You had that hair pulled back, showing that face of an angel you have. Damn, you made my cock swell.
You turned around wiggled that ass of yours for me, showing off how good you looked. It was all I could do to keep from stripping you down right there and stuffing my face into that box of yours. But I would wait; I had an evening planned for us.
You asked me what we were doing, and I told you we were just going out to the local hangout bar to meet up with a few friends, and listen to a band for a bit.
It wasnât the greatest club out there, but for our medium sized down it wasnât bad. It was a split-level, and on the main floor a sunken pit area and the band played above that.
The band that night was a Nine-Inch Nails cover band. You kind of smirked, but agreed to go anyway. I rolled that ever sexy red Ducati out of the garage, you climbed aboard, and with the push of a button, it rolled over and rumbled to life.
As I revved it slightly to warm it up, you could feel those vibrations on your scantly clad little pussy, hitting you right on your clit. I thought I could feel you get a small shiver back there as I revved it. So we departed in the warm night air.
Well, the club was pretty crowded, as I had expected. The band was shrouded in fog machines, blue and red lights, and a couple of laser shows going We had a couple drinks, talked to a few friends, then the band started.
They were pretty impressive, very loud, and very clear; the sound was punching everybody right in the chest. They opened with a deafening version of âHead Like a Holeâ.
I took you out to the dancefloor and pretty soon you felt that familiar feeling, my hands gripping your sweet ass. I pulled you close, making sure you could feel how hard I was as I pressed against you, watching that luscious body of yours sway.
Soon I was kissing your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent, and my hands were getting bolder, squeezing you tighter, and even working around to the front of you from time to time, almost touching your sweet little pussy.
I worked you back into a corner, where I thought nobody could see, and started feeling up under your skirt. I had my hands on your fish net covered ass, feeling your hot skin, and you were clenching that ass as my hands roamed over you.
This was making me harder, and I squeezed your ass and pulled you into my hard on, making that little mound of yours grind against my stiffening member.
This sensation was great, but I wanted to touch that bare skin on your ass. So I tried to work my hand down the waist of that little skirt, but it was just too damn tight! Good thing the zipper was in the back.
Slowly I started unzipping it until my hand fit comfortably between your skirt and those black stockings. I pinched your ass a couple times; you giggled and jumped a bit.
I repositioned my hand so now I was inside of your stockings, against your hot, tender white ass. As we danced close I held my hand right on the crack of your ass, resting fingers on both cheeks, with my middle finger between them.
Now your head was buried against my neck, and I could feel your hot breath running across my skin. With each new grasp of my hands on your ass you would let out a little moan.
With each beat of that NIN cover band, my hand met their tempo, and worked your little butt over.
They were playing âCloserâ now. Every time that chorus started â I want to fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside, I want to fuck you like an animalâŠ.â I would work my middle finger a little lower down your crack.
Your body was so hot now, you were lightly sweating all over and I could feel your heat pressing against me.
Very soon I ran my finger across your sweet rosebud, lightly tickling it and again you lightly jumped forward, leaning into me even harder. I reached just a little farther and found the opening to that sweet pussy of yours. My God, it was soaking wet, it was dripping with your nectar.
Instinctively, I inserted my finger in you and you bit me on the neck as you moaned with pleasure. I let you wiggle with my finger in you for a minute, and then I slid it out, gathering up some of your juices and rubbed them across your pink little puckered rosebud.
I rubbed that slippery juice all over those tender wrinkles, and at the right moment, I started inching my finger into your quivering ass. It gave way, and I slid past the first knuckle, on my way to the second.
Finally the base of my finger was pressing against that tight little ring muscle of yours. You were moaning into my ear, telling me what a nasty, nasty son of a bitch I am, making you get all hot and bothered with all the nasty things I was doing to you, but you loved it, and we both knew it.
With that middle finger assault on your anus, I then decided to double penetrate you, and I slid my index finger back into that pussy of yours, and rubbed both fingers together through your walls.
Now you almost screamed into my ear that I was a bad motherfucker and I was about to make you cum all over my fingers. Out of the corner of your eye you saw another couple grinning as I was fingering you, and that was it, you clenched your pussy and your ass and you came all over my fingers.