getting ready...

1. i am getting ready for you...my legs are smooth...i have moisturized every part of my body...a soft towel blotting my skin...there on my bed are the items you chose for me...  the dress; sleeveless and curve hugging...black jersey and leather...the shoes;  maryjanes with a naughty 3.5 inch heel...stockings thigh high and sheer, i know they will cause  a  bulge of soft skin...

2. my hair still damp curls...first i slide on the sweet stretch lace panties; a boy short style ....no bra tonight...you like when my nipples poke at the material...however i will wear a black, cotton, camisole with a slight amount of support ...i need a place to rest my breasts before they are uncovered...

3. i am  not to sit like a lady tonite...i am not to cross my legs when perched on the stool at the club...you are aware that i am self conscious about showing the peaks and valleys of my body...this is not the way i normally dress...i feel like there is a neon sign on my ass...

4. i have instructions to catch a cab and to arrive at the club alone...the whole idea of walking into a dark club by myself...wearing provocative clothing is frightening to say the least...you have not told me when you will arrive...

5. i leave home wearing the assigned uniform and a sheer black wrap...i feel the cool air rushing up my legs like a starving lover...mixing with my warm parts...raising my arm to catch a cab...i feel chilled...excited...in disarray...a yellow cab stops for me...carefully  i get in...rearranging myself so as to appear "decent" wondering if i would be allowed to sit cross legged in the taxi before... i check my lipstick with a silver mirrored compact you gave me...then my hair...pulling at the thigh high stockings...i feel warm and a blush is rising from my chest and spreading up my neck...my curls are no longer damp...i give the driver the address...

6. now  deep in thought...feeling the stretch lace of my panties against the lips of my pussy...the cab is heated...as am i...anticipating what will happen at the "private" club...my hand smooths the material of my jersey/leather sheath...the skin where stockings end is sensitive as my hand continues to smooth the dress...

7.  glancing up i see the cabbie...he is driving...but i see his eyes flicker...he is aware of me...of this i am sure...my hands are the wandering types...but,  frankly i am not concerned with the cabbie...the cab ride would be at least 20-30 minutes long...i needed to calm down...

8.  closing my eyes...i imagine the club...dark and lush with private corners...over-sized leather and velvet couches...and chairs...my own fingers finding their way up my leg...passing the lace of my thigh highs...tracing the damp area of my panties...starting to rub over the material...my body is quickly reacting...as i touch...the cab jerks for traffic lights, switching lanes i assume...

9.  fingertips...then fingers...starting a rhythm...leaning back in the cab...i am definitely not sitting like a lady...the cab continues its stop an go motion...with this motion my fingers are sporadically thrusting deeper...i feel the beginning...needles of heat are exploding under my skin...biting my lip...i taste salt...thrusting up...dress hiked up....legs stiffening....ohhhhhhhhh yes...mmmm relief...smiling...and smoothing my dress again...all is well...the cab stops in front of a dimly lit entrance...i open my small purse to pay my fare..."no charge gorgeous..." the cabbie winks at me...smiling i step out of the cab...

10.  walking into the club...bouncer smiles...straight back as i was told...people wandering around...some eyes on me...people on couches...and sharing big chairs and those big bean bag beds made for two and three...darkish...soft music playing...quite murmurs...small bursts of laughter...male and female tones...i can hear my heels clicking slightly on the wood floor...warm musky smell of arousal...and bourbon...i find myself at a small bar area...taking a seat on a cushioned stool...

11. i ordered some orange juice from the bartender...she had beautiful gold skin and a barbwire tattoo around her lovely neck...she smiled at me and added some clear liquid to my juice...i just looked at her...she winked and pushed it towards me..."drink" she said...i did...the mystery cocktail warmed my throat quickly...she poured me another...feeling slightly dizzy but in good spirits...slowly i relaxed more...crossing my legs to keep my balance on the high stool..."uncross your legs missy...or i will tell him..." the bartender whispered...

12.  shivering...not so much from being cold...i uncrossed my legs..."wider, missy..."...hmmm who was this bossy chick who threatened to "tell"?...well she was pouring me drinks...and also was quite lovely to glare at as she made me yet another juice and something...the corners of her lips turned up..."what?" i asked her...smiling she leered at me in a girlish way..."you have nice boobs..." i couldn't help but laugh...i was tipsy...waiting for him...whilst being spied on by a hot girl bartender...what a night...

13.  "may i see your shoes?"...a young man...probably in his early 20's stopped at my stool..."i love maryjanes!"...he was wearing a pair of rather snug black leather pants...and a black t-shirt...i could see his pierced nipples through the material of his shirt...sweet smile, white teeth...curly brown hair...yummy..."oh i guess you can take a look..."...i tried unsuccessfully not to giggle...the fresh faced young man proceeded to get down on his knees...and handle my 3.5 inch heels...stroking the leather...fondling the black patent strap...he looked at me still smiling...as he placed my ankle on his shoulder..."um...what are you doing?"...."im getting a better look missy..."....WTF...why do these people know my name?

14. my leg on a young man's shoulder seemed to have interested some folks that were milling around...or maybe the fact that my black lace panties were fairly visible with one leg raised while perched on a barstool...where was he?...and like a blurry vision...my sweet appeared...smirk on his face..."ok jon...thanks for helping me out..." the maryjane fancier gently lowered my leg and winked as a goodbye...and poof...it was just my sweet and me..."you are a little slut...sitting here alone...drinking and showing your panties to everyone"....still perched on the barstool...he had suddenly moved between my legs...his right hand deftly moving my panties to the side..."you are swollen and wet my love...did you play with yourself already?"

15. Oh my goodness...finally...he looked adorable as usual...jeans and a dark blue t-shirt...im sure i was blushing as i nodded my head yes to his question..."i hope that you will be able to cum several more times for me baby...if not there will be trouble..." he grinned at my discomfort...dropping my eyes...i was hopeful that i would be able to please him..."spread your legs more baby...not enough people have seen your pretty pussy..." he pulled off my lace panties and placed the panties in my mouth...

16. "are you ready baby?"...i mumbled  yes into the panties...the lovely bar mistress came out from behind  the her bar...easing in behind me...she took my arms and held them behind me...leaning in close she whispered..."i can't wait to nibble on you..." kissing my ears and neck...i couldn't speak or move...legs spread...my sweet boy was manipulating my pussy...smacking the lips slightly...i was intoxicated by the mystery drinks...and the sensations exploding inside me and against the delicate skin of my neck...

17. she pulled my arms and pushed them up...this action made me lean forward and issue a muffled grunt...sweet's hand went deeper inside me...the other hand against my inner thigh keeping me opened wide...he started a slow pump with his ever increasing fingers...my lower body started to shake...it was good that i was sitting...arms pinned...legs spread...there was no way for me to stop or slow the progress of my incoming climax...my dress hiked to my hips...squirming and bucking...neck being nibbled and sucked...pussy being fucked...what a ride...gushing and shaking...the perfect uncomfort...

18.  she loosened her hold on my arms...and i leaned back against the pretty bar mistress...my sweet was not finished with me...as the girly was kissing my neck...she held my arms loosely...he then opens my legs once again (they had closed after such a hard cum)..."baby you owe me more than that "...i was feeling like a happy limp rag...as my wonderful boy held my legs apart...yet again he moved in close so his denim clad cock was rubbing against my swollen lips...lifting my legs so they were wrapped around his slim waist...still perched precariously on the bar stool... my pretty bartendress kissing and holding me still...a panty gag in my mouth and my lover between my thighs rubbing his cock against my naked pussy...biting down on the panties i could hear myself roaring as i came again and again and again...soaking him...

19.  sweet removed my "gag" kissing me...my arms finally free he helped me off the bar stool...pushing through the small crowd of people that had formed...i could hear nothing but my brain begging for more...i am greedy for my love, his cock, fingers and skin...shaky he helped me across the floor and out the door to a waiting cab...heyyyyyyyyyyyy, holy fuck...the cabbie winked at me..."hi gorgeous"...