Lying back onto the bed, a huge bath towel covering and protecting the bed linen, I reached for my razor and shaving gel. I had a bowl of water on the night stand ready to rinse the blade when and as often as needed. Closing my eyes, I sprayed the gel onto my mons, the coolness making me smile. Parting my legs, I began to smooth the gel over my pubic area, right down to my arse, loving the way the gel almost fizzed into foam. The razor poised, I held my skin taut and started to slowly trace the razor from my arse right to the top of my pubic bone, long slow, firm strokes of the razor gliding over the lips of my cunt, not missing one single hair.
After rinsing the foam away, I applied a handful of moisturiser to the smooth skin, my fingers revelling in the softness, the surface like satin to the touch. Shaking my head, I sat up, and swung my legs off the bed before going over to my dressing table. I winked at myself with a mischievous grin spreading my mouth wide. I was so excited, so full of thoughts about what I had planned for the night.
I applied the smallest amount of make up possible, glad for my excellent complexion, a flick of mascara, a dab of blusher, and a hint of lipstick. Slipping into my strappy, black high heels, I admired my outfit…slipped my coat on, grabbed my hand bag and headed for the door.
I held my breath as I sat and waited, my eyes nervously glancing up whenever anyone entered the door. Finally he walked in, his eyes scanned the room for an empty table and he walked over to it.
I brushed down my ankle length, black coat, made sure the strap was tight and that it was secure. Waiting till he had been served his drink, as soon as I saw the waitress leave his table I stoop up, picked up my drink, and took a deep breath before walking over to him. He’d chosen a quiet corner of the club, away from the noise of the dance floor, dark and private…just what I wanted.
I slipped onto the chair opposite him, smiling softly; I put the glass to lips and drank. His eyes met mine and with a little hint of shyness he held my brazen gaze. Looking him up and down, my eyes almost devoured him. I laughed inside as he watched my eyes travel to his groin; he gulped audibly as I ran a wet tongue over my lips.
Leaning forward, I ran my finger up and down the stem of my wine glass, stroking softly on its shiny surface, caressing it with the pads of my fingers tips, my nails occasionally making contact. My coat gaped open at the front, lowering my eyes to look down to see what was showing, as my head came back up I met his gaze with a boldness that surprised me. His eyes were like a soft caress on my naked flesh, each nipple hardened as his look passed over them. In answer to the surprised, yet questioning look on his face, I allowed the rest of the coat to fall open to reveal my nakedness beneath. I couldn’t resist throwing a “Sharon Stone” into this scene, and I slowly opened my legs to once again cross them.
I’d had the affect on him that I had planned, he had that drunken desirous look that I wanted, his eyes wide in wonder with what was on show before him. A panic crossed his face and his eyes shot round the room. He didn’t need to have worried; the way I was sat ensured that he was my only audience. I pushed the table to the side of us and moved my chair forward so that our knees met. I allowed the coat to hang and drape open, revealing my voluptuous curves. My large breasts pushed forward, my nipples red and flushed with excitement. My cunt grew wetter and wetter as I dipped my finger into the wine at on the table beside me; I held it so that the dark red liquid dripped onto my aroused nipple. My free hand reached to his hair, combing through till my palm was able to pull him forward, whispering the word.
“Taste.”
Gasping in delight as his warm lips enveloped my hard bud, I lat my head flop back as he sucked at the breast like a hungry infant, a growl of passion deep in his throat resonating through my entire body.
