Thanks for all the positive feedback for 'Heatwave'. I have taken your advice and written the continuing adventures of Chloe as you seemed to like her so much!
It's been almost a year since I wrote the first part. But please note that in Chloe's world, it's only a few weeks after her first adventure took place. Just in case you're a bit confused!
You don't need to have read the first part but it might help to put this story in context.
Enjoy...
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Since that afternoon in the library, Chloe hadn't stopped thinking about sex. The heat was not helping. The library was stifling and the fans dotted around the main stacks were not helping much. The air con was not going to get fixed for another few weeks and the heatwave was not forecast to end anytime soon. Just walking between them reminded her of the hot encounter that had taken place a few weeks earlier, making her feel even hornier. She only had to start walking to the back of the floor where it all happened to feel her pussy getting moist. She'd lost count of the number of times she had gone to the spot it had happened in. She would sink down to the floor, open her blouse and gently massage her big tits. She'd pinch her nipples with one hand and move her other hand down to the waistband of tight skirt, slipping it into her soaking panties. As she found her engorged clit, she thought about his hard, long dick in her mouth. She remembered that it got even harder as he fucked her mouth. As she frigged her clit harder, she thought about the way he had fucked her cunt roughly with it. She would cum hard thinking about it. She would need to bite her lip to try and suppress her moans. The thought that someone could come looking for a book at any time didn't stop her. In fact, she got horny thinking about being discovered masturbating.
She hadn't seen him since. But she hadn't really been looking. It had been fantastic but it was a one off. Not that she was ashamed of what she had done. After all, she was a single woman in her sexual prime. Why not? Besides, it had been great sex that she could look back on when she was old and grey and remember that she had been a slut once!
Chloe sighed as she got up from her desk and got ready to leave. 'I don't think there is any more of that action for me on the cards any time soon' she thought wryly. As good as it was she really wasn't into sex with strangers. Besides, she couldn't have it so good again, could she?
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Stepping into the shower, Chloe thought about the evening ahead. She had reluctantly agreed to go to a club with her friend Cassie. She hadn't been to one in years, but Cassie had just broke up with her idiot of a boyfriend and needed to let loose a little. As the jets of cool water hit her body, Chloe's thoughts went back to her library adventure. She felt the familiar tightening of her pussy as she remembered how he had talked to her, forcing her to say how much she was enjoying it. No-one had spoken to her like that. Her sexual experiences had been unexciting to say the least. Her partners had lacked imagination and she had never been truly satisfied sexually until that day in the library. At least, not when there was someone else involved! Since then, her vibrator had been doing the work that a man should be doing. It was fine, but she was getting a bit frustrated. 'Maybe I should get a fuck buddy'. She laughed out loud at the thought. She had plenty of male friends, but she couldn't imagine fucking any of them. It would be too weird.
Chloe stepped out of the shower and into her bedroom. What should she wear? She didn't exactly have any clubbing clothes. From what she could remember, appropriate club clothing involved not a lot of material and a lot of flesh. Not her style. Shrugging off her towel, she stepped in front of her mirror. Good tits. Big but firm. Small waist. Flat stomach. Shapely hips and well rounded ass. She was quite proud of her body and knew how to show it off. But she liked clothes with a bit of class. Flattering but not slutty. She saved the slutty look for underwear. She loved hot underwear. Push up satin bras. Tiny little g-strings. Lacy stockings. They had to be good quality but they also had to look like something a hooker would wear. Chloe had always loved the thrill of sensible clothes on the outside and whorish ones underneath. Unfortunately, she had never found a man who appreciated them until 'library guy' had shown up.
As this was a night out, Chloe decided to really go for it. She went to her underwear and cast her hand over the silk and lace. Now, which colour to go for? She had every colour under the sun, from the palest pink to the brightest red. As she was feeling particularly slutty, she decided to go for her ruby red push up silk bra and low slung g-string to match. The bra pushed her tits up high and left little to the imagination; the ¾ cups only just covered her nipples. The lacy g-string sat low on her hips and rode up her ass. The front panel barely covered her pussy and outlined her large pussy lips. She was already feeling sexy.
Walking to her wardrobe, she thought about what she should wear on top. She finally settled on a black satin skirt which came down to just above her knees. She had good legs, but ass skimming belts were a little young for her! Besides, the skirt was really tight so it didn't need to be short too. She teamed it with a simple red top that showed enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to make her look like a hooker. Black heels and a black choker finished off the outfit. She put her hair up, letting a few tendrils fall to frame her face. She sprayed on a little of her favourite perfume and stepped out of her apartment. She knew she looked good as she walked towards the bar where she had arranged to meet Cassie. The heels she was wearing made her walk tall and with a sort of sexy swagger. It was a hot sticky evening so she wasn't wearing anything over her outfit and as she walked, she was attracting quite a few admiring glances. Chloe knew full well that she was attracting attention and she liked it. Nothing made a woman feel sexier than when guys actually stopped what they were doing and stared. As long as the guys were hot of course! At the bar, Chloe found a seat by the window so that she could see Cassie coming. She was a little nervous sitting by herself but she figured she wouldn't have to wait long and she had a book to read. She ordered a glass of wine and settled down to read...
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He had noticed her the moment she walked in along with most of the men in the bar. She was absolutely stunning with a killer body. He loved curvy brunettes and she was a great example of one. He couldn't fail to notice her inviting cleavage - and as she turned to find a table – her even more inviting ass which flared out from her tiny waist. Man, he'd love to caress those curves! He watched as she sat down, her skirt rising up her legs. She had fantastic legs, made even better by the sexy heels. As she bent down to get something from her bag, he was treated to a great view of her wonderful tits.
He thought about going to speak to her but she was a woman on her own in a bar. He didn't want to alarm her.
He had to meet her though. But how...
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Chloe looked at her watch. Cassie was late, and she was starting to get uncomfortable sitting alone. Just then, her phone rang. It was Cassie. She was running late and she asked Chloe to meet her at the club. With a heavy sigh, she walked out of the bar and headed towards the club. It was still light and there were plenty of people around so she felt safe, but she had the funny feeling someone was following her. She stopped and looked behind her but she didn't see anything suspicious. Even so, she walked the two blocks to the club a little faster than she might have normally walked.
This time, Cassie was waiting for her.
"I'm so sorry I'm late Chloe! I got held up at work."
