The door slowly swings open as he trudges in. Long week. He sheds his coat and pours himself a drink in an attempt to begin shrugging it off. Nothing but tonight matters now. The night he looks forward to every week. Friday night. Party night. Those few short hours every week when everything seems right in the world. And tonight promised to be even more interesting. Because his mystery woman is rumored to be attending the same party tonight. And as he thinks of this, his mind wanders back to that night. It seemed like an eternity ago that they intertwined themselves on the dance floor. Moving and swaying with the music, lost in a world miles away from those around them. It was those eyes. He can't seem to get those eyes out of his mind. Intoxicating. Like a shimmering sea of blue diamonds.
He changes out of his clothes and climbs into the shower. As the warm water hits him, another wave of memories rush back to him. The way her hips moved. The feel of her skin. The smell of her hair. The suspense was killing him. After what seemed an eternity he was finally ready to head out. Simple black. That was his look. He knew she would recognize it. Black pants, black shirt, and the same mask.
He hurries to the party. His friends. It's the only relief he gets every week. But this week the relief starts off sweet as he approaches the penthouse and hears Nickelback's 'something in your mouth' blaring through the door. Not a bad way to begin the night. He enters and seeks out his host. He finds him by the pool, not surprisingly with a kitten on each arm. They exchange pleasantries for a little while. The music changing several times (cycling through a variety of techno and dance beats) before he decides to make his way to the bar. With a wink and a sly smile he requests his drink from the woman behind the bar. Before he can start in on his drink, it hits him. The music changes, but that's not it. It's what it changed to.......that song........her song...........Personal Jesus. He turns. It is her. He spots her by the DJ booth. She hasn't seen him yet. He moves towards her. She's looking for him. He's behind her now, the intoxicating smell of her filling his nostrils. He grabs her wrist and swings her towards him. She lets out a small gasp but calms when they lock eyes. No words. Nothing to say. The eyes have said it all. Instantly he draws her in, kissing her deeply. He has waited a long time for that. He doesn't give her a chance to react. he swiftly leads her out to the middle of the floor. And in an instant, there they are. Back in that world. Somewhere between bliss and oblivion. He spins her around so she faces away from him. Instinctively she lets the music and emotion consume her. Her hips move and her body sways, driven by some primal nature. His hand move around her body as his body flows with the rhythm. Following the path she leads him down. He is on a higher plane now. Some previously unattainable level of ecstasy Before he knows it the music has changed and so to has she. He is starting to realize that he has released the tiger from its cage and will now embrace her power. She is facing him now. Staring at him with those eyes that seem to stare straight into his soul. Penetrating his very being. Her legs flies up and wraps around his waist, he pulls her tight and swings her around. She dips, then returns once more to gaze deeply in to his eyes. Her legs flies up and wraps around his waist, he pulls her tight and swings her around. She dips, then returns once more to gaze deeply in to his eyes. She pushes him down onto a leather couch. Letting out a sigh of pleasure she straddles him. There is no hiding his obvious excitement now. and she is making it clear that the feeling is very much mutual.
as she rubs her body against his, the excitement only builds. She smiles when she feels him grow harder as the anticipation builds. he can feel her getting warmer as he slides his hand along her long silky legs. she does this her eyes flutter for a moment and she lets out a deep moan of satisfaction. Then suddenly she stops, looks at him with that sly little smirk and slinks slowly to the floor.
Such a playful kitten she is.
She drops to her knees and rests her arms on the couch at his side. slowly she brings her head up between his legs. nipping at his pant legs with her teeth as she gradually makes her way back up. she stands and turns around. facing away from him now she drops to floor and swiftly stands up once again. then she leans over letting that tight ass tantalize him even further.
Ever so she lowers herself into his lap and the suddenly begins to rub once again against his lap. Finally she stands up and pulls him to his feet. once again they are moving and swaying with the music. but that doesn't last long. Soon he sees his opportunity. He grabs her, swings her around to face him. He pushes her hard against the wall, instinctively she swings her leg up around his waist. He slides his hand up under tight dress and firmly grips her tight ass. He plants his other hand on the wall, reaches in and kissing her deeply as she shoves her tongue into his mouth he begins to lose all control. He knows that he must act soon or he will lose it. With that he pulls back and smiles his own sly smirk. She raises her eyebrows in question. He pulls his keys from his pocket. She bites her lip. Should she? That's not the right question. There are a lot of things she shouldn't do. Does she want to? God yes. That's the right answer for the right question. She smiles and nods. He leads her to the door and they proceed to his car.
A BMW 750i. Wow, good dancer, attractive, and great taste in cars. She's thinking she's hit the jackpot. He walks her around to the passenger side and opens the door for her. Manners? This just keeps getting better. They pull away and as they start driving she realizes that they are heading deeper into downtown, home of high-end penthouses, luxury sedans and overpriced everything. Who is this man?
He notices her poorly veiled curiosity and smiles. As they make their way onto the highway that spans the city, he opens up all eight cylinders and lets all 400 ponies run free. The power of the engine sends a shot of adrenaline through her body. It intoxicates her nearly as much as the scent of his fine cologne. She can't stop herself from firmly grabbing his thigh, invoking a smile. Slowly she begins to rub his leg, groping ever so closely to his hard throbbing cock. This drives him to push the car even harder, pushing speeds in excess of 50mph over the limit. She lets out a delighted squeal, and gropes him all the more. He grabs her by the hair, pulls her close, and kisses her hard. This only increases her adrenaline rush even further.
He pulls the car off the highway. Dead center of downtown, outside of the most elite high-rise building in the city. He gets out and flips his keys to the valet as the doorman opens her door. With a wink and a nod he slips the elderly doorman a $100. His qualities keep stacking up.
'Good evening Mr.....' a uniformed girl in the lobby begins. He holds up a hand to calmly stop her mid-sentence. She nods, smiles, and walks away. They enter an elevator and as it begins its ascent, she leans in close to him, rubbing her hand across his pants. He wraps his arm around her waist, cups her head in his other hand and begins to kiss her neck, working his way up to nibble on her ear. This excites her more, and she rubs him even more intensely, feeling him grow even harder as she does. With that the elevator slows and comes to a halt.
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