Author's Note:
This was written for a special friend who has shared her deepest self with me and I wrote out her fantasy to repay her with my thanks. I hope you enjoy it as well.
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"Where are we going Hon?"
The streetlights made flowing patterns on her shoulders, arms and thighs as they shone through the windshield, her bare skin contrasting sharply with the black silk of her short simple shift.
"A special birthday deserves a special present."
"What's special about being 36?"
"A woman is at her sensual peak and I wanted you to have something you always wanted."
"You're so good to me darling, what is it? Is it jewellery, that solitaire we saw in Diamond Brite's window?"
He laughed, knowing she was joking, "Nope."
She frowned a little trying to think what he had got for her. They couldn't afford a new car just for her or a new house, he knew squat about designer clothes or shoes, besides there was nothing like that she had said she ever wanted.
"I give up, what is it?"
"Wait and see, I know you'll enjoy it."
She sat quietly patient, enjoying the feel of the leather car seat against her bare legs as he drove them into the country, finally taking a turn between impressive stone pillars that supported big iron gates. A modest brass plate gleamed briefly in the headlights, 'Members Only', nothing else, no name, just the warning.
The long drive wound through tall trees made to seem darker and more brooding by the tiny golden lights strung along the edge of the driveway. Driving through a sudden break in the trees, she gasped at the fairytale vision of the gabled mansion, illuminated by pale amber spotlights and seemingly floating in the darkness.
"It's beautiful, but where are we?"
"A friend of mine does business with one of the members, he managed to get us invited to one of the open nights."
"It looks wonderful, I'm sure I'll love the food darling. Thank you." She leant over to kiss his cheek, the seatbelt stretching the silk of her little black dress taught over her breasts and acorn hard nipples.
He had asked her not to wear a bra tonight and she had been happy to humour him this once. Her petite figure was well toned from regular visits to the gymnasium and she didn't really need any support. It was just that she preferred not to show off her nipples, they were very sensitive and nearly always erect. They seemed to be magnets for hetero males and most men rarely looked her in the eye as a consequence.
"Well I'm told the food is very good here, but I think that there will be much more that will interest you." She looked at him and thought there was a half smile on his lips, but it was dark and she couldn't be sure.
"You're being very mysterious?"
"That's because it's a surprise, it'll be worth it."
Her high heels made walking awkward on the gravel drive until she reached the sandstone of the wide front steps. If she didn't wear five inch heels she would look like a little girl beside his six foot frame, besides he always said he loved the look of her in killer heels.
She smiled to herself as he handed her up the steps. He also said he especially liked the look of her in heels and nothing else. βFuck-me' heels he called them. She trembled a little and he felt it in her hand.
"Are you chilly baby, I can go back to the car for your wrap?"
"No I'm fine darling." It was the memory of the last time she had worn these shoes that made her shiver. He had pushed her face to the wall of their bedroom with one hand and held her wrists firmly above her head in his other. The feel of him hard and slick with his arousal as he entered her from behind had taken her straight over the edge, arching her back and thrusting back into his lap, the first of several gorgeous orgasms that delightful night.
A very big man met them at the door. His smoothly shaven head seemed almost small atop very broad shoulders that stretched his black suit jacket out in a wide triangle from trim waist and slim hips. Her pale delicate hand was swallowed up in his ebony grip as he bowed deeply, gently pressing his moist full lips to her slim fingers.
"Welcome Madame, please come this way." She shivered afresh from his hot breath on the back of her hand and the dry touch of his skin. The deep chocolate tones of his voice perfectly matched his African looks, so black as to be almost purple in the low light.
She looked over her shoulder as he led her down the wood panelled corridor. Her man was following just behind, smiling and reassuring her.
"Go ahead its fine I'm right here sweetheart."
The room was very grand with subdued lighting that added an intimate atmosphere, a ballroom of surprisingly big proportions in a house of the size she had seen from the drive.
It must go back a way behind the frontage she thought.
The walls were half panelled and wallpapered in dark material that looked to be a rich, hand painted cloth above. In the centre of the room was a raised platform, bare but draped in what she thought was black silk or satin. Around the rest of the room were scattered circular tables, set with bright white linen, glittering glass and silverware sparkling in the candlelight. Seated around were many people, mostly men in dark suits and gleaming white shirts. Here and there the light sparkled on jewelled cuff links and tiepins as well as rings and expensive watches. The few women among them were startlingly beautiful and all turned to look as she walked in, a diminutive pale figure on the arm of the huge black suited man.
She felt even smaller as he led her to a table near the stage at the centre of the room and seated her formally, drawing her chair back and then easing her into it at the table.
"Thank you," she said to him.
"It will be my pleasure." She thought she must have misheard him in her fluster at the scrutiny of the other guests.
Her man joined her and took her hand, squeezing it slightly in support.
She turned to him, "This is so grand, it must be costing a fortune."
"Don't worry it's all taken care of, just relax and enjoy it."
"Joanne, but my friends call me Jo," she said in response to the man seated alongside her. He was in his early fifties with grizzled hair and a salt and pepper beard and moustache, broad shouldered and with a smile that twinkled his eyes.
"Then I should like to call you Jo also, I'm David. You have not been to these gatherings before?"
"No, my partner has brought me as a special treat." She turned to introduce him but he was leaning towards a glittering blonde in a black dress that plunged to her waist exposing the inside curves of a very firm bust, he was deep in conversation so she turned back to her new friend.
"This is a very smart place; I didn't see a name as we came in?"
"We Members know where it is so we see no need for a name. You must be the guest tonight?"
"I don't suppose we are the only guests here, there seem such a lot of people. My partner had an invitation through his work."
"There is only ever one Guest, congratulations. I am looking forward to your pleasure I am sure you will be satisfied."