They were getting very bored, the mega rich housewives who 'do lunch'. They'd done enough charity work and fund raising to feed a small country and needed to find a new pastime for their many hours of leisure. They'd shopped till it had become a bore. They'd got enough clothing and killer shoes to also clothe a small country, though mini dresses and killer shoes wouldn't have gone down very well in many of the countries the charity work was aimed at.
One evening the girls were out at a very sexy nightclub held in a top-notch hotel in the middle of London. All the girls could wear their most sexy and revealing outfits without any concerns as the club was full of millionaires and almost as many tuxedoed security guards. Just rich people drinking and having fun the only way they can. They regularly competed with each other to see who could show the most flesh and keep everything in. On this particular occasion they had all gone to town with the shortest of short dresses and a variety of backless or split down to the navel cleavage popping outfits held on precariously with 'tit tape' and shoes that would give ordinary women a nose bleed they were so high.
The cheekiest of the gaggle of girls was a bit of a flirt when her hubby wasn't around and one of the security guards had made it fairly obvious that he had the hots for her so she flirted even more than she would normally do so just to watch him squirm and adjust his stance to compensate for the obvious hard-on he was getting just admiring her amazing little body. This particular guy was built like a boxer, which she really liked, as he obviously liked girls spotting he was ripped. As the evening wore-on and the cocktails took their toll, she approached him in a very provocative manner making him sweat even more. As she got closer she very cheekily whispered something to him, making him bend forward to hear her. His eyes were now adjacent to the most beautiful cleavage on show in her low cut dress. This girl knew what she was doing. She asked him if he would like to escort her to the VIP lounge, which was only accessible by key which he alone had. The answer came in a split second and that he was more than happy to oblige.
With a large cocktail in hand she sprawled onto a long luxurious couch then asked him how much he fancied her. Sat there in one of the shortest and tightest dresses she could have worn without getting arrested, and shoes so high everything bounced deliciously when she walked and completely backless down almost to her bun cheeks which proved that she was wearing absolutely no underwear he spluttered out 'quite a lot'. As he stood there just looking at her stunning body he started to move his hands over his privates like a footballer in a penalty wall, only in this case to conceal his ardour rather than getting protection from a flying football.
She very sexily asked him to remove his hands and not be embarrassed as it was very flattering for her, and that she liked the look of the growing bulge in his designer tuxedo trousers. He raised his eyes in surprise but slowly did as he was being asked, making the bulge even more pronounced. Are you getting uncomfortable down there she asked, to which he simply nodded not one for much conversation these security types.
He stayed stood there as she slid off the couch onto all fours crawling over towards him and stopping just short of his feet. The sight for him was too much, but as she drew a line with her fingers in the long pile of the carpet beneath them, he was a little confused thinking like any red blooded guy that the obvious was just about to place, she then retired back to the couch taking a position that showed her long legs and so sexy shoes leading up to a tantalizingly dark area just out of plain sight in the darkened room, the vision was a lot to take and he began to sweat a little more profusely.
