I wake up on my birthday and stretch, long and languorously. Looking over to the other side of the bed I find it empty, but a note lies on the pillow. I pick it up and read, 'I am taking you out somewhere special tonight. Wear something sexy-and something even sexier underneath! The car will pick you up at 8pm.'
I spend the day pampering myself-soaking in a tub full of bubbles, shaving my pussy, and finally top to toe moisturiser to make my skin smooth. Then I take an afternoon nap in preparation for the night ahead.
I wake around 7pm. Going to my wardrobe I pull out a black silk blouse, low cut and which shows off my ample cleavage to best advantage; followed by a straight skirt, with a split up the side right to the thigh. From my underwear drawer, I select my new black satin half-cup bustiere, matching thong panties, suspenders and stockings. Then, the piece-de-resistance, my three-inch heeled, 'fuck me' shoes. As I dress I check in the mirror and see that my stocking tops and bit of my thigh are visible through the split in my skirt - just how he likes it.
The car arrives promptly at 8 PM, and as I bend down to get into the back seat, the driver gets an eyeful of cleavage. I smile to myself as I watch his eyes following my erect nipples, and I pull my blouse down, stretching it over my breasts to make sure they push out even more. I cross my legs, drawing his eyes to the slit in my skirt, with the stocking tops and barely visible hint of creamy thigh. His mouth drops open.
I grin at him, "You'll catch flies in there if you don't close that." I laugh and he just shakes his head, before going to the front of the car. I chuckle as the car pulls away with a jerk and I see him adjust his seating, his hand in his lap.
Thirty minutes later, we pull up in front of a place I had never been to before - Exclusives. I give the driver another flash of my taut nipples before walking through the front door. I can feel the music thrumming through my body as I approach what appears to be a reception area.
"Good evening, I am meeting Mike Brooks here; can you tell me where I can find him?" The receptionist lifts the phone and speaks, a few seconds later a tall, dark, handsome man wearing a tux approaches the reception desk and bids me to follow.
We walk through the doors and down the steps. The beat of the music reverberates through my body, getting louder as we descend. We push through a double door and step into a dimly lit room, filled with people-I am mildly surprised, most clubs usually don't get going until later in the night. The man leads me to a booth, where Mike sits, waiting for me.
"You're welcome madam, and if I can be of assistance this evening, please do not hesitate to call." His eyes briefly flick to my breasts before he turns and walks away. I feel my nipples tightening under his gaze.
I sit, dropping a soft wet kiss on Mike's mouth before turning to watch the tux man walking across the room. Mike chuckles softly. 'You would, wouldn't you?' he asks.
I laugh, nodding my head. This is a game we play. We often share fantasies about who we would or wouldn't fuck, given the opportunity.
A bottle of champagne, along with some roses and strawberries sits on the table. Mike pours the champagne and hands a glass to me. I take a sip, savouring the bubbles. He picks up a strawberry, places it between his teeth and offers it to me. I take a bite and his mouth meets mine, the sweet strawberry juice mingling with our saliva as we kiss. My breathing quickens and a warmth spreads through my pelvis; just one kiss from this man and I am a quivering wreck. He sits back and grins, aware of the effect he has on me. His hand moves under the table and towards my legs, stroking my upper thigh and feeling the suspender straps beneath my skirt.
"I see you took my advice about wearing something sexy," he says. His hand slides up the outside of my leg where my skirt splits, along the length of my stocking until he reaches the top. "Very sexy indeed," as his hand slips beneath the fabric of my skirt and his fingers run down my thigh. My legs part automatically as I slip forward on the seat, willing his hand to slide back up to where my damp panties lay at the junction of my thighs... and he doesn't disappoint me.
His finger slides along my slit, moving from top to bottom. "Nice and wet for me," he says, and then he slides a finger underneath my panties to seek out my already throbbing clit. He flicks it gently a few times, then withdraws his finger and places it in his mouth, sucking off my juice. "Mmm, you taste so sweet. I feel you're very smooth. Looking to get fucked tonight darling?"