After graduating from college, Ryan and I decided to pick up and move to where the jobs were. So we relocated and settled down in a happening city and set to work finding jobs. It took a little while but we both got established and began the routine of life: wake up way too early in the morning, scarf down breakfast only to get stuck in traffic anyway, work the majority of the day, get stuck in even more traffic going home, eat supper long after the supper hour passed, spend a little time together, try to start on the growing list of chores, only finish one, pay bills, go to bed later than intended, repeat. Ah, the life of adult responsibility. Fun, isn't it? Anyway, things continued this way for several months with the occasional date night here and there to break up the monotony of it all.
One particular Friday, Ryan and I had a date night set up. We were to meet at a local dance club after work for some hot dancing before coming home and getting hot between the sheets. I was psyched all day about going, and I couldn't really pay attention to what I was supposed to be doing at work. I ate a larger lunch than usual so I'd have enough energy to make it through all the dancing. Besides, I knew we wouldn't be ordering in food for quite a while after we got home! When my shift ended at 5:00 I drove home as quickly as I could. Ryan wouldn't be off work until 6:00, so I had a little time to prepare.
I decided to take a shower so I'd be fresh and ready to go, but first I picked out my outfit and set it on the bed. I chose a tight black sleeveless top that showed off my belly button, black flowing pants that hung off my curvy hips and black strappy sandals with a 3-inch chunky heel. In case I got a chill after dancing, from the evening breeze blowing across my moistened skin, I also pulled out a silky long-sleeve button-up with black and red color intertwining. I chose a simple set of sterling silver earrings to complete the outfit. I didn't want to put my hair up since I'd be thrashing it around while dancing at the club anyway.
With everything picked out and ready, I turned on the water for my shower. I jumped in, letting the warm water drench my body before beginning to shave my legs and pussy. I wanted to be ready for Ryan's touch everywhere on my body so I had to make sure I took care of everything. I finished shaving, lathered up my hair and body with shampoo and soap and rinsed off. I didn't want to turn off the water, but I knew I'd be warm and wet again in a few short hours. I smiled to myself at that thought as I turned the knob. I dried off with my plush towel, stepped out of the shower and pulled a comb through my dark brown, shoulder-length hair. I took my black thong out of my dresser drawer and slipped it on, then picked up my pants. I giggled to myself as I felt the cool, soft material of my pants caress my ass cheeks. Next came the silky black and white bra I love to wear with that top. It just so happens to snap in the front, so it makes things easy when it's time to hit the sheets, or wherever we end up. I pulled the top over my head, put in each earring and stepped into my sandals. At the last minute I decided to put on a little eye shadow. I always thought it made me look a little sexier, so I enjoyed putting it on for special occasions like this. I was ready to go with 5 minutes to spare. I looked in our full-length mirror and was satisfied with what I saw, so I picked up my black and red shirt, grabbed my purse and headed out the door.
When I pulled into the club's parking lot, Ryan was there waiting. God, did he ever look sexy leaning against his car wearing his cargo jeans and crisp white designer shirt. My heart fluttered with anticipation for the evening to come. I parked next to his car and got out. He came over to me with a sexy strut in his step, scooped me into his arms and gave me a nice long kiss. He is such a great kisser, too! Such soft, caressing lips and a hot wet tongue that I love to lick. How was I going to wait the whole night to jump him?
"Hey, babe," he said seductively as we broke off our kiss. "Ready to go in?"
"Mmm, yeah. I can't wait to see you shaking that hot ass in there." I replied as I squeezed his luscious cheeks through his cargos.
"Well let's go then." He motioned toward the door and as I turned to walk in its direction he gave me a slight pat and squeeze on the ass.
We walked in and the music was blaring. The club played mostly techno, hiphop, dance and industrial so the place had the atmosphere of a rave. We loved going there to dance, and I sure loved watching Ryan! He was so hot when he danced to that kind of music. It always got me excited, especially when he gave me that sexy look where he'd gaze directly into my eyes, raise his eyebrow and give a slight, knowing smile. It was a naughty, dangerous look that he sometimes used when we were playing as Master and slave and it sent chills of excitement through me.
We danced for what seemed like hours to BT, Nine Inch Nails and many other awesome bands. We ground our hips into each other, thrashed about and got all hot and sweaty. We were having an awesome time. At one point in the night, I thought I saw someone vaguely familiar in the crowd of dancers. I wasn't sure, but it bugged me until another awesome song came on and I got lost in the movements Ryan and I were making.
At around 10:00, we decided to go home. After all, we needed to conserve some energy for what was yet to come! We went outside and started walking to our cars. I thought I saw that same person follow us out, but when I looked back I didn't see anyone. I shrugged it off and gave Ryan a long, sweet kiss before getting in my car. We followed one another home, parked and went inside. I locked the front door behind me, satisfied that no one could get in, and turned around only to have Ryan shove me back against the door, forcing me to drop my purse and long-sleeve shirt on the floor, and pin me there with his strong arm on my chest. He began attacking me with hot, sensual kisses. I loved it when he was assertive like this! It always got me hot and bothered. I furiously kissed him back while riding my right leg up his left and wrapping it around him, pushing my pelvis toward him. The only sounds we could hear were the guttural groans we were making and the sloppy smacking of our kisses. Ryan was feeling me up and down as we continued our mouth assault on each other.
"God, baby, you're so damn hot," he breathed, breaking the kisses just long enough to say it.
I moaned in response and wrapped my leg tighter around his 6' frame. Standing almost 5' 8" in my heels made it a little easier for me to do than normal. Suddenly, he pulled away, leaving me hanging for more. Grabbing my wrist, he jerked me away from the door, stripped my top off and threw it to the floor. I quickly began unbuttoning his shirt, now drenched in sweat.
