As Dee was leading me across the floor toward the bar area, I could see Marc working his way through the crowd toward the lobby. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I realized what I was doing.
Dee got me to the far side of the bar where the others couldn't see us. She spun around right in my face and asked, "Linda, what the hell is going on. I've never seen your face look that scared."
"Marc asked me to leave with him," I said quietly.
"He did!?" she squealed like a teenager whose best friend had just been asked to the dance. "Are you going?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh, god, this is amazing," she continued. "This is going to be the night of your life."
Her face quickly turned serious. "What are you going to do about Jim?" she asked.
"Mark is getting my coat, then he is going to meet me at the back door," I said pointing to the Exit "We'll slip out. I just need you to give me enough time to get away."
"First, I want you to distract Jim. Stay back here a reasonable amount of time, and then go back to the table and keep him busy. I don't want there to be a confrontation as I'm leaving. I don't think I could handle that."
"I can do that," Dee nodded.
"Then, do everything you can to make the night as easy on him as possible. Remind him that I love him, and that I'll be back."
I felt a blast of cold air at my back, and I turned to see Marc coming in the back door carrying my coat. "Are you ready to go, Linda?"
"Please, Dee. Take care of Jim. This is something I need."
Dee kissed me on the cheek and said, "I'll try, dear. Have fun and stay safe."
With that I turned away from my plans for the night. Marc gently placed my coat around my shoulders, and I took his hand, interlacing my fingers with his.
Marc walked me out the back door of the club and into the cool air of the parking lot. We walked to a black Porsche Panamera -- I didn't know a car could be so elegant and beautiful. He gallantly opened the passenger side door and gave me a sizzling kiss before assisting me as I settled into the soft leather seat.
Marc walked around the front of the car, and the windshield framed him from shoulders to hips. God, he was a beautiful specimen of a human being. His hips were narrow, and his butt was a mass of rock-hard muscle. His back rose from his small waist to his broad shoulders, and as I danced with him, I could feel every muscular bulge as I ran my hands along his back. I couldn't believe how lucky I was that he picked ME! He opened his door and gracefully slid behind the wheel. Almost as his beautiful ass hit the seats, the dashboard came to life. "It's a plug-in hybrid," Marc said in a matter-of-fact tone. "Let's get out of here before there is any trouble."
Marc engaged the shift lever; the big car silently backed out of the space; and with a whoosh we left the parking lot and headed toward the lake district. "It's a little chilly tonight," Marc said as he reached up and pushed a button on the touch screen. Immediately, my seat got warm -- like I needed that part of me to get any hotter!
We drove silently through town. Marc's face showed a slight triumphant smile, and I reveled in being his prize for the night. My whole body was tingling. Every slight ripple in the road seemed to bounce my breasts within my silky blue dress, and my nipples were just ringing with anticipation. I felt like my body could just burst at any moment.
Marc pulled up to the gate of the fanciest neighborhood on the lake. He touched another button on the screen, and the wrought-iron barrier began to slide smoothly away. "You can program the remote signal right into the car," he said with a smile. We drove through the neighborhood past the grandest homes in town, all the way to a wooded lot far from the gate. The house was only partially visible through the trees. It would have been completely hidden in the summer, but it looked like a wonderland as it emerged into full view. It was tall, majestic, and beautiful, just like its owner. If I didn't think my pussy could get any wetter, I was wrong. I just hoped I wouldn't leave a wet spot on those beautiful leather seats.
Marc effortlessly slid out of the car and walked back around the front toward my side. The view was just as beautiful from this perspective. His strong thighs pulled his pants tight across an impressive bulge; I had felt it start to swell on the dance floor. He must have been anticipating our encounter as much as I was because you could clearly see the outline of his semi-erect member as it pointed toward his left hip. The view left me breathless.
He opened the door and put his large, strong hand down within my reach. My hand disappeared into his as he gently supported me as I turned and rose from the warm caress of the soft bucket seat. I immediately felt a cool breeze flutter up my dress, and I gave a slight shiver -- I wasn't sure if it was the contrast between the warm seat and the night air or that my pussy was wetter than it had ever been and had soaked through the panel of the blue thong that I had put on for my husband's enjoyment just a few hours ago.
We walked hand-in-hand to the huge, wooden front door. As it opened, I got my first glimpse of the opulent lifestyle of a professional football star. My heels clicked across the dark marble of the entry foyer. As we entered, low lights came on in sequence, progressively illuminating the huge central living room as if it were being presented for approval. It had massive dark leather chairs and couches -- the better to hold someone of Marc's impressive size and, I'm assuming, his friends. The far wall was all glass extending as far up as you could see from the foyer. Beyond the glass, lights clicked on for the beautiful hot tub grotto and the infinity pool. As you looked across the pool, it seemed to merge into the lights flickering off the lake as you looked toward the public marina on the far shore. The neon lights from the sail-up bar blinked a rainbow of colors across the rippling water.
Marc took my wrap and hung it on the beautiful wooden coat tree by the door. As we walked through the foyer, Marc dropped his key fob in a bowl on a side table, and he picked up a small remote. He pushed one button, and soft jazz music started to play as if the sound was coming from all around us. We transitioned from the marble entry to the beautiful hardwood of the living room, and then to the thickest and softest floor rug I had ever felt. We sat on the large couch; it must have been eight feet long, making me feel tiny and vulnerable.
Marc picked up another remote from the end table, and a gas fireplace burst into activity bathing the seating area in flickering light.
"Would you like a drink?" Marc asked.
"No," I responded. "I've had enough to drink tonight. I came here because you promised me something else!"
Marc smiled at me with a confident, boyish look, and he kissed me. His kiss was soft and gentle, but it lit a fire in my body. My pussy was tingling; my toes were curled in my come-fuck-me pumps; and my hands pulled at the fine fabric of the tailored shirt that hugged each glorious curve of his magnificent body. The kiss seemed to pull all the air out of the room and left me gasping for my next breath.
Marc took my hand and assisted me in rising from the couch. We walked a few steps toward the huge windows, and as soon as we were off the thick rug, he gently pulled me close to him and began almost imperceptibly to move to the rhythm of the music. I again felt overwhelmed in his arms and melted into his strong body. I don't know why he did that: maybe he was trying to show me he was a gentleman by not taking me straight to bed. I looked up and said, "Thank you, Marc, for giving me time to adjust to this." He was in complete control, as he had been since that first slow dance at the club, but he didn't rush. He just held me close while gracefully moving us both with the gentle flow of the warm music that surrounded us.
I was the one that got impatient. I stretched as far as I could, put my arm around Marc's thick neck, and pulled myself up to give him the most passionate kiss I had ever given anyone in my life. Marc put his massive hands on either side of my waist and gently lifted me off the ground. I now could wrap both arms around his neck, and he held me there as our lips pressed against the other's, and our tongues danced with much greater fervor than our bodies had been moving only moments before.
Marc gently lowered me back to the floor, took my hand, and led me back to the couch. He effortlessly lifted me and sat me on a pile of soft pillows. When he sat on the couch next to me, it put his mouth in perfect position to kiss me. I thought only momentarily that he must have done this before to be so practiced at the move, but then the feel of his lips, the pressure of my breasts as I pressed against his broad chest, and the molten heat between my legs distracted me from any more analysis of the situation.
Again, Marc was patient while I was the one pushing the action forward. My hands began to roam across the expanse of his chest. I could feel the outline of his nipples through the fine silk of his shirt, and I rubbed and tweaked them as much as I could. Marc took the hint, put his hand on my waist, and pulled me across onto his lap. I was straddling one of his massive thighs, and the action caused my blue dress to rise and bunch above my hips.
Marc's massive hands cupped each cheek of my exposed ass and pulled me forward. The friction of my thong panties along his leg slid them back so that the texture of the lace tickled my clit as I moved. My whole body shuddered, and I broke the kiss momentarily to regain my composure. This left my neck exposed to Mark's lips, and electricity again shot through me as he pecked tiny kisses from my ear, down my neck, to the base of my clavicle. I was shocked at the way my body was reacting to this beautiful stranger, but it was what I wanted from the moment he pulled me close to him on the dance floor. We continued to kiss, and the heat continued to build within me."
Imperceptibly, at first, my pelvis began to rock forward and back as we kissed. Before I realized it, I was rubbing my pussy on the ridge of muscle atop Marc's massive thigh, and riding that beautiful thigh became more fervent. All at once, I could no longer breathe smoothly, and the rhythmic movements of my hips became ragged and jerky. I pulled my mouth away from Marc's, and I put my hands on either side of his beautiful face and looked him right in the eyes. They twinkled in amusement, and his smile indicated he was quite pleased with himself, and his smugness at the situation pushed me over the edge. My eyes closed hard and then opened wide in surprise. They rolled back as a moan started deep down in my body and rose to escape my open mouth. A spasm rose from my twitching pussy and followed up my spine, and I jerked, and my head was thrown back in a glorious orgasm. As the contractions subsided, my body went limp and fell across Marc's broad chest.
