"Oh, God... I'm so close," she panted. A fine sheen of sweat gleamed on Angela's nude body. In the firelight, her smooth skin had turned into color of liquid gold. She was gasping for breath as she arched her back. Her hands clutched fistfuls of the black satin bed sheets, her heels making deep depressions on the large mattress as she moved her hips forward. Angela kept her eyes closed as her thighs began to tremble and shake from the strain.
So close... I'm almost there. Closer, closer... Ah!
A quiet scream was torn from her throat as she came, despite her attempts to remain silent. Waves of pleasure washed over her body as she felt her inner muscles contracting around the hardness inside her. Her goal accomplished, Angela slowly stretched out her legs as her heart rate slowed to normal. She released her grip on the sheets as her breathing became more relaxed and even. Exhausted but happy, she reached down between her legs and gently tugged. The vibrator came out with a wet little plop. Her legs twitched in reaction as pulses of aftershocks radiated from the junction of her thighs.
She sighed and stretched a little more, content, for the moment, to enjoy the muted afterglow. After a few minutes of staring at herself in the mirror, she felt restless again.
Damn, that was a good one, but not quite good enough,
she thought. Tonight, she really wanted to just get laid. She got up from the bed and padded, naked, over to her closet. She wasn't exactly an exhibitionist, she just didn't really think of nudity being such a big deal.
She flipped on the light switch and began to think about what image she wanted to portray that night.
Hmm... 40's pin-up? A Latin seductress? Or Asian mystique?
Her eyes fell upon her latest purchase: a black leather corset, and suddenly she knew what to wear. She slipped the corset on and laced up the sides, enjoying the way it gave her more of an hourglass figure. She put on a garter belt and clipped her stockings in place and then she put on her underwear—a lovely creation of bits of lace and satin—and stepped into her black skirt that was short enough to show the a couple of inches of smooth skin above her stockings whenever she sat down. A pair stiletto heels and a black velvet ribbon around her neck completed the look.
Angela surveyed herself in the mirror. Her brown eyes didn't miss a single detail. A light coat of lipstick, a spritz of her favorite scent, and toss of her wavy hair and she was ready to go. She grabbed her clutch bag and was out of the door and on her way to the nightclub.
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There was a long line outside the club, but Angela walked past it, stopping only to kiss Male'le, the bouncer, and to flash her ID card at the hostess, Lina. She stopped just inside the doors to let her eyes adjust to the darkness of the club and to let the rhythm flow through her. With a toss of her head, she strode confidently to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance.
Angela was having the time of her life. She hadn't danced like this in a few weeks, and she didn't realize how much she'd been missing the freedom and excitement of moving your body in public. A blonde woman had walked up behind her and started to run her hands down the sides of Angela's body. So, with a smile, Angela turned around and playfully pulled the woman close so they were dancing hip to hip. She winked at the woman and leaned forward to give her a teasing lick on her lower lip and a kiss. Surprise registered in the green eyes of the woman, who gave Angela's ass a little squeeze before pulling a card from the back pocket of her jeans and handing it to Angela.
She put her lips by Angela's ear and said "Call me sometime if you're free," before walking away.
