The shower is acting up again and Gloria is frantically trying to get her hair shampooed and conditioned for her evening out. Finally she wins, getting every drop of conditioner out of her locks and exits her shower stall with her long silky main dripping wet along with the rest of her gorgeous body. She grabs a pink fleece towel and with a series of well-practised choreographed moves wraps her long hair into the folds of the towel. She then grabs a much larger beach towel and begins to dry the rest of her body. She wraps and unwraps and rubs her gorgeous frame with the towel, actions that get her mildly aroused, and then she catches a glimpse of herself in the long full length mirror.
The ritual to follow of primping and preening which she really enjoys is temporarily interrupted as she suddenly feels the need to pleasure herself and she begins by squeezing her perky, full 34B boobs with a certain familiar tenderness that most of her male lovers don't seem to be able to learn. She feels a wave of warmth course through her as she continues the squeezing but changing from a tentative motion, with just her fingers, to a full palm squeeze, manipulating her flesh with a deeper massage like motion, using a hand for each breast. She feels an answering twinge from between her legs and almost immediately her right hand moves down her body to cup herself and then her middle finger slides along the opening slit as though checking for its sensitivity to gauge her body's arousal. It's getting really moist there now. She takes two steps backwards towards her large king size bed and flops backwards onto it. In one continuing motion her legs come up into the air parting as they move up wards and almost immediately flex at the knees so that her inner pussy lips now part slightly as her thighs widen even more to allow her ministrations to continue. She now has two fingers in her slit with the broad part of her palm resting on her swelling clit. She feels her entire body responding as she now more intently but ever so slowly works her fingers in and around her now slippery cunt. She relaxes even more and her eyes close as the pleasure builds, her body heaves involuntarily but she is not anywhere near climaxing. Her head turns and she opens her eyes, Gloria catches sight of the display on her alarm clock, its 3:30pm and she wants to be down town for 5:00 still unfulfilled she decides she cannot now afford the time to make herself come; this is not something ever to be rushed. She takes a deep breath and stops fingering herself by slowly, reluctantly, dragging her sopping wet fingers out of herself, making sure that her fingers stay in contact with her skin as she moves her hand from her vagina to touch her lips. She likes the slightly salty acidic flavour of herself, like a very eclectic and rare salad dressing.
"Duty calls Sweet heart, down girl!!" she says out loud.
She slowly rolls up off the bed to a standing position once again in front of the mirror. Gloria moves her hands to her hips and turns, posing now with the towels, a heap on the floor around her feet. With her hands on her hips she pushes her pelvis out and arches her back emphasising her breasts and cocking her head with water still dripping from the very ends of her hair. As a few remaining little droplets from her hair accumulate on her shoulders and slither down her back, the natural evaporation process at work results in a cooling sensation and Gloria shivers slightly just like a pseudo orgasm just not nearly as pleasurable. She decides to speed up the drying process. She grabs her hair dryer, clicking the unit on and beginning the waving action of the nozzle close to her locks. Suddenly she spreads her feet apart, at first tipping her whole head backwards so that her hair is one vertical blond column pointing towards the floor and then in one easy move flicks her entire head forward and down in front of her and keeping her head in that position attacks her hair with the nozzle of her dryer.
"OK let's get a move on."
She says to no one in particular. The spinning motor of the hair dryer now so close to her head blocks out any but the loudest noises.
"Is that the phone?"
Again as though there is an invisible audience watching her dressing room antics.
Gloria turns off the hair dryer, at the same time cocking her left ear towards the ceiling and placing her left hand slightly on the top of her left ear lobe too better hear. With the dryer silenced the electronic warble of her telephone is emphasized, Gloria decides to ignore it and continues drying her hair. Gloria finishes her drying just as the click clocking of the answering machine picking up kicks in and she begins to listen to a familiar voice, a female voice with a sultry lilt. Gloria sits on the bed to listen, now that the voice has got her attention.
"Hi Gloria, just wondering if you were coming down tonight....call me, it's Corrine, we met last night at the ROXXY. Anyway ... really want to see you again, call me if you're not."
Gloria felt her heart race probably assisted by the fact that she was partly aroused now and almost moves to pick up and talk to the person but she decides against it. The message takes her back to last night:
The ROXXY, a nightclub that was really the converted basement floor of an old 19th century stone hotel. The local legend had it that the place was named after the original owner's wife who apparently was bi-sexual.
" Gloria!!"
A male voice calls to her as soon as she enters through the heavy plate glass doors. Even though the entry to the ROXXY is at street level, Gloria looked to those already seated inside as though she was entering at the ceiling; she then had to negotiate the flight of stairs that took her into the crowd below. It was in fact referred to by some long time patrons as the den of inequity. There was a practical side to the design since it made locating your party an easy task. If you didn't see your party immediately if you stood there long enough they would certainly see you and of course if you wanted to make an entrance it was the perfect layout for that too. Gloria looks in the direction of the voice that she thinks she recognizes as David, there was a movement, a waving hand and yes she was right, it is David sitting with a bunch of what she could only assume might be either some of his students or faculty or a mixture thereof. She descends into the social melee and pushes her way through the crowded bar until she gets to the railing then shimmies along sideways, rubbing her ample chest against at least half a dozen people she didn't know, to the three steps that takes her up to the little landing where David and four others are sitting at a small oblong dark stained table, decorated with one round of drinks Gloria estimates. David rises to greet her and she extends her face out to his, turning so that the welcoming kiss lands approximately in the middle of her jaw area but close to the corner of her lips.
"Well you are a sight for sore eyes ...to coin an old phrase," says David.
"So who have we got here?" asks Gloria, gesturing with a sweep of her hand to emphasize the question. A small hand waves in a side to side manner and a voice says
"I am Rita, one of David's Sociology students."
" Josh...Rita's boyfriend" came another, this belonging to a sandy haired bespectacled face.
"Max here, Josh's brother," the resemblance was strikingly obvious to Gloria.
"Corrine....I am with Max... co-worker, he's in Sales I am in Accounting"
Corrine felt herself say, really almost shouting above the din. Corrine had no difficulty with her self-esteem or as far as she knew had no self-confidence issues ever and pretty much always knew when she liked something or someone and tonight looking at Gloria, she definitely liked what she was seeing. Corrine really liked her fitness routine; some would say there was an addictive quality to her dedication. She worked out the way she did because in her own words
"If you aren't passionate about what you are doing what's the point?"
Corrine had the total package everything in muscular proportion, 36 -- 24 -- 36 on a 5' 10" frame but if there was a criticism she might appear top heavy tonight in her sleeveless top and her very pert bosoms. She was never aware that she flaunted it but she was pleased with the body Gods.
Gloria gazes at each face intently acknowledging the introductions and finally seats herself between Corrine and David with Josh on Corrine's right and Rita to the left of David. They had to be cozy since the place was busy and they were sitting basically on what could be described as a ledge with a railing to prevent them from falling onto the next level below, with the bar occupying a semi circular space right next to them. There are tables in front of them and behind them but next to them is an aisle way and traffic is heavy tonight.
