"Let's go dancing tonight," she proposed. It wasn't often that she asked since he usually didn't like going out to clubs. Too many people crammed into a tight space, crappy music played at a deafening level and exorbitant drink prices did not an amusing evening make.
But since she didn't ask very often, when she did ask, he usually said yes. Plus, they were spending the weekend in Savannah and downtown always had diversions galore to offer.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Club One," she queried with a sly look.
He raised one eyebrow. "I don't want to go to the gay club." Really, that suggestion didn't even warrant a reply, but he wanted to be clear. Some of the transvestites he'd seen coming out of that place were downright creepy.
She laughed, knowing that he would shoot down that idea. "We can just hit River Street and see what's happening. Go get dressed."
Apparently that meant his jeans and blue t-shirt weren't good enough for her plans this evening. He was digging in his suitcase for the one pair of khakis she'd badgered him into bringing when she came in from the hotel suite's living area. He wasn't paying attention to her at first, dragging clothing out of his bag and shaking his pants a couple times. But he could feel her gaze hot on his skin.
She was watching him as she slowly undressed. One hand slid down the front of her shirt, slipping free buttons as it went. Shrugging out of it, she tossed the shirt on the bed and reached back, still with one hand, to unclasp her bra. It was flung onto the bed as well. Her nipples were already hard and red and he wanted to bite them. And she damn well knew it.
When it came time to remove her pants, she turned around and slid both hands down her own ass inside the cloth. He loved her ass, the curvy, smooth white skin that just begged for a good smack every once in a while. She played him, played him like a fucking virtuoso, bending at the waist so her hair flipped to the floor while from between her own sweet thighs she watched him watch her pull that fabric down maddeningly slow.
Hell, they didn't need to go anywhere but the bed. Or the floor. Or the wall. Certainly not out into public. But he didn't even get one full step in her direction before she tsked him and stepped out of pile of pants at her ankles.
"Not yet," she warned, "we're going out first."
Fucking tease. He hated it and loved it and wanted to slam her chest-first into the wall and fuck her until she came right there, right then, just to prove that she wasn't always in control. But the buildup was incredible; she would play this beguiling game all night and though he hated to admit it, once she finally gave in, the sex would be ten times better than if they did anything now. His cock would throb at varying stages of erection all night long and when he finally made her come, she'd scream herself hoarse.
Someone might even call the police out of concern for her.
Naked, she strode by him toward the dressing area. One fingernail unerringly scratched against both his nipples under the shirt as she passed, bringing his dick to full alert.
He changed quickly into a pre-approved outfit of pants and some shirt she had convinced him to buy weeks ago. Whatever.
He watched her get ready. Still nude, she dusted her shoulders and chest with some kind of powder that made her sparkle just the tiniest bit with a hint of tan. He noticed her makeup was put on with a heavier hand than usual. He liked the way her dark eyes went smoky when she lined them with thick, black color. She left her hair alone to fall straight down her back.
"Will you help me get dressed?" she asked.
He'd prefer to help her undress. Why did she need help anyway?
"Sure."
From her suitcase she pulled out a pair of slinky, skin-tight black pants and wiggled into them. Okay, no assistance necessary there. He did notice that she slid the pants on without any panties. Good to keep in mind for later. He could probably make her come on the dance floor before she even realized his hand was in her pants.
Then he saw the corset. It was dark bronze, edged in thin black lace. Down the back ran a zigzag of black ribbon. She dropped the corset over her head, then bent over and sank a hand into the cups of the corset. She plumped up one, then the second breast so they almost spilled out of the top. With one hand pressing the corset into place on her stomach, she turned her back to him.
"I need you to cinch it up, then tie it when I tell you it's tight enough."
He pulled gently on the ties where they fell out of the corset at the small of her back.
"Tighter," she commanded, sounding pretty damn sure of herself.
He started at the top and pulled taut every third crossing or so. The corset sucked in closer and closer to her ribcage. It was already more than snug, how tight did she want it?
"Keep going," she urged, taking a breath then forcing it all out. The top drew in closer. He tugged a couple more times on the ribbon to be sure he couldn't get it much tighter without cutting off her circulation, inhalation and possibly her heartbeat itself, then tied a non-slip knot just on top of her ass.
"Thanks." She turned around and holy shit. Any other day her breasts were great, not huge, not tiny, a handful of soft flesh to play in. Now, with the corset cutting even more definition into her waist, her breasts just sat in the top of it, bobbling there for his own enjoyment. Hell, even breathing caused them to tremble and heave. Fuck yeah, he wanted her in a corset every damn day for the rest of her life.
"Let's go out," she said with a grin.
They walked the two blocks from the hotel to Savannah's nightlife district. The evening was warm and humid, soft with fragrance of flowers. River Street was one level below most of the city, so he carefully held her hand as they wound down the steep stairs and cobblestone ways toward the river. While she considered her shoes sexy and necessary, he considered them spindly and dangerous. Though they did look great when she wore them and nothing else. He liked it when she sat astride him on the floor with those deadly shoes.
In deference to his dislike for dance clubs, and the fact that they were in town to see some old friends this weekend, they first went to one of his favorite haunts. It was a bar where his fellow co-workers hung out and though he had been gone for a few years now, there were always familiar faces inside.
When those fellow co-workers ogled his woman and her bountiful bosoms, he decided he didn't like the corset in public. It was fine for at home, but he didn't need her boobies falling out at random times tonight, and he really didn't need his buddies staring at said boobies all evening.
Though he was glad to see his friends and share a pint or three, he frowned a lot. She seemed to like it.
Fucking tease.
But then she would snuggle up against him and his arm would fall right into those cavernous boobies and he would forget about his buddies for a second. Yeah, he really liked the corset.
She liked seeing him in this situation. It was a bar that all the guys from work hung out at and he was able to see old friends and meet the new ones who had come in after him. He was comfortable here, at ease with those of his own ilk. Usually when they were out he was a bit more focused, watching everything and everyone. But here he knew his brothers had his back and he relaxed more than usual.
They were standing at the bar and her boobs were getting more attention than she had ever imagined. She'd never worn the corset in public before, had only tried it on at the store and decided then and there that she had to have it. After buying it, she'd had to come up with a reason to wear it. A weekend out seemed the perfect rationale.
But then her mind had taken it even further. Why not go to Savannah for the weekend? It was a city they both knew and loved, plus it was far enough away from home that they probably wouldn't know anyone (other than at the bar). All the better for her night's devious plans.
She carried on conversations with the men around her, meeting new ones, saying hello to the few she had met before. But she didn't really pay attention to them or her surroundings. All of her awareness was focused on the man she had arrived with.
His arm was cradled against her burgeoning breasts, right where she had put it. His skin was hot and the little hairs there tickled her sensitive breasts. Then he began to rub, just a bit, so little that no one would even notice it. But she did. She turned sideways into him, her belly against his hip, and his now concealed hand came up to scratch against the top of the corset where her nipple was barely hidden.
Oh, that felt good. Little velvet lightning strikes lanced through her tummy and straight to her pussy. She felt her body begin to get wet, her pussy clenching and releasing around a phantom cock that wasn't there yet.
She liked to tease him, but sometimes it really sucked when she ended up on the wrong side of her own games. The evening was still long from over.
They left the bar with promises of a backyard barbeque the next day. He glared at every man on the street they passed who gave more than a glancing shot at her chest. She beamed at each one of them. This top was a fantastic ego boost.
