The weekend's finally here, and am excited to meet up with a few friends for drinks after work. I'm not sure what's come over me but I'm going to be bold for once, choosing a low-cut halter top with an open back, meaning I'll be braless. I pull on my favorite mini skirt and pin my hair up in a messy bun. I'm ready to dance away all this pent-up energy.
A short time later, we're enjoying ourselves on the dance floor of a crowded club. I'm two long island ice teas in and was feeling my inhibitions float away. My hands swirl over my head as my hips sway to the rhythm of the music pulsing through the room. Out of nowhere I feel a cool breeze on my neck, sending chills down my spine and instantly causing my nipples to harden and rub against the loose silk fabric. I look around to see where it came from but find nothing. With a slight shrug I figure it's just a draft and turn back to my friends to continue dancing.
But someone is watching me, my eyes focus to one corner of the room. There she was, my mystery woman! She's leaning against the wall, wearing black slacks and a red shirt with the buttons undone to her chest. "How could a woman look so handsome and still feminine?" I think, as our eyes lock and everyone in the room disappears. The alcohol has me brave enough to give her a show, turning and swaying, letting my hands freely explore my body. I'm dancing only for her. She watches my hips move to the music, hands slowly running down my neck, over my chest lightly brushing over my hard nipples, settling on my hips, our eye contact never breaking. She smiles at me devilishly and pushes away from the wall heading my direction.
A quick tug on my arm snaps me out of the trance, with my friend Tracy scolding me for not responding to their incessant yells trying to get my attention. I look back to the wall, but my mystery woman is gone. Tracy drags me to our table, still scolding me, but honestly, I wasn't really paying attention to her, I'm still looking for my woman. I scan the entire room, but she's nowhere to be found. "How did she just disappear?" I wonder, my mouth instantly pouting at my defeat. I reach for the drink they ordered for me and finish it in one gulp. "I guess I'll find a ride home" I thought, ordering another.
Before I knew it, I was stumbling out of an Uber, thankful for a safe ride home. I fumble with my keys and eventually make my way into the house. "What a night!" I think as I drunkenly removed my clothes. Stumbling as I pull back my covers, giggling at how intoxicated I am. Finding a comfortable spot on my bed I lay my naked body in full star fish position. Legs spread with each foot facing a corner of the bed, arms straight out, stomach down and face turned to one side. "I'm too drunk to cover myself" I think as I start drifting off.
Just as my rhythmic breathing promises to carry me to a deep sleep I feel the bed slightly shift. My consciousness snaps awake listening to see if I could figure out if it was just my imagination. Everything is still, except for the fuzzy feeling of too many drinks and the arousal left from dancing for my woman. A cool breeze tickles my wet pussy making it cry out for attention. "Maybe I should just..." I think, attempting to turn to touch myself, but I couldn't move. "What the fuck! Am I THAT drunk" I wonder, still trying to move my arms and legs. I try to groan in frustration, but nothing comes out. "Oh great," is my sarcastic thought, feeling something at the foot of the bed.
The weight encloses my body, like a heavy blanket, instantly relaxing me with the familiar presence. My torso is lifting from the bed. "OH, this is new?" I think, willingly letting the presence take control of me.
