She walked into the club, her tall lithe frame gliding smoothly across the space between the door and the bustling bar. Several dozen pairs of eyes watched her. Her raven black hair hung seductively over her shoulders, the loose curls framed her face, and softened her stern looking features. Her emerald green eyes pierced the smoky air like a hunter's gaze when stalking it's prey.
She reached the bar, and waited for a few short moments before being served. As she leaned with her back against the bar sipping from her cherry red wine she scanned the room seeking out an object for her desires. The sweet liquid flowed over her full scarlet painted lips, and she savoured it's lingering flavour. Her blood was up, and her pussy craved attention. She yearned for strong hands to take her, to caress her, to restrain her.
She had intentionally dressed to kill, to ensure she would draw plenty of attention, attention from which she would find a suitable plaything . She'd put on her favourite corset. The smooth black leather emphasized her already desirable figure, and she knew that men went weak at the knees when they saw the full heaving globes of her ample breasts. She complimented it with a short pleated skirt that's deep crimson colouring enticed the mind. To complete the ensemble she had chosen her knee high boots, knowing that no man could resist the black patent leather. Finally she had selected a simple pair of silver and black onyx earrings along with their matching short pendant necklace and tightly fitting bracelet.
After scanning the room taking in the bland stereotypical night clubbers facades, she finally settled on the striking figure of a man standing in conversation with two others. She took in his tall broad frame. The triangular shape of his upper body emphasised his muscular shoulders. As he stood confident, but relaxed chatting with his friends.
After studying him for a few minutes she ordered another drink to replace her now empty glass, before moving nearer in a bid to observe him more closely. She calmly walked past the trio, the scent of her perfume drew his senses distracting him from his conversation, and he noticed her sit at a vacant table several metres away.
He watched as she took a seat, and was enticed by the slender shape of her thighs, as she crossed one over the other. She placed her tall glass on the table to her right, her long fingers looked elegant, and her manicured nails were like talons as the black polish was highlighted by the lights.
His gaze took in the splendour of her form as it travelled up to her face. As she reached for her glass to take another sip her eyes flicked up to meet his. For long seconds he was unable to draw his gaze from her intense probing eyes, and she noticed the flicker of desire dance across his. The already violent blue seemed to darken further as the desire began to flood his being. She offered him a small smile, and was instantly rewarded with a returning smile and a look of burning desire.
She watched as the man hastily wrapped up his conversation with his friends, and absently shook their hands. He was clearly in a hurry to join the beauty that sat alluringly only a few metres away. She turned back to her drink as he approached, intentionally shifting her legs a little to reveal a couple more inches of her smooth toned thighs.
Moments later a deep toned voice asked, "good evening, may I join you?"
She said yes, and invited him to sit with her. The two made small talk, but they both knew what they wanted. They chatted for twenty minutes or so, all the while checking out the other. They flirted expertly, and enjoyed the responses they got. She, the increasing bulge in his jeans. He, the heaving of her generous bosom, and the flushing of her cheeks.
She told him she was about to leave the club as she was sick of the crowds and the music and asked him if he knew of anywhere quieter where they might get to know one another a little better. With a grin he replied "why don't you come and have a look at my bike, I'd love to take you for a ride".
She pretended to think about his proposal for several seconds before replying with a seductive smile, "what are we waiting for, show me what you've got". She stood, and moments later he was beside her taking her arm. The pair made their way to the clubs exit.
He led her out into the shadowy car park, and headed towards one of the corners that to her seemed to be deserted of any people or vehicles. She could just make out the chunky outline of a motor cycle.
As they drew closer she could identify the distinctive emblem of Harley Davidson on the gleaming fuel tank. When they reached the bike they began to kiss passionately, her tongue sought his with the urgency of lust.
His explored her mouth, and duelled expertly with hers until all their surroundings had melted away into the background. All that existed was the two of them, enwrapped and enthralled. He began to kiss, and nibble at her neck, she groaned as he descended towards her heaving breasts as she pulled his head in close with one hand, and squeezed his firm round buttocks with the other.
He lifted her and put her down on the bike resting her well toned backside on the cool leather upholstery of the seat. The cold surface of the chrome work sent chills through her, as her thighs brushed lightly against the hard machinery. She slid her hand up to the back of his head, and pushed it down into her deep cleavage, and enjoyed the attentions of his tongue.
Sliding one arm around her slim waist, he used the other to ease her breasts from the confines of the corset. He used his hands and mouth to alternately kneed, and kiss or suck at her stiff nipples.
Her juices were in full flow now. She felt damp between her thigh's, and her nipples were like organ stops, pink and rigid. His large coarse hands felt strong, and hot on her pale quivering breasts. She pulled him close and wrapped her legs around his waist allowing his rock hard erection to press against her aching sex.
Taking this as his cue, the man slid down her body, pushing her flimsy skirt up over her hips, and spreading her smooth legs he drove his tongue deep into her wet slit. She moaned aloud, and put her hands on top of his head to push him forcefully into her cunt. She wanted him to invade her, to devour her.
As her passion mounted she thrust her hips up against his eager tongue delighting in the warm slick movements within her.
After long minutes she felt the unmistakable tingle in her clit, she knew there would be no stopping her climax now. He sensed her passion, and so increased the lapping rhythmic flicks of his tongue, and centred his attentions on the swollen reddened bulb of her clit.
The closer the climax came the more frantically she thrust against his skilled mouth. He felt her becoming still more tense as she suddenly wrapped her sleek legs around his back, and began to shudder.
