The day had been cold and lonely. One of those clichéd days; dark, rainy and altogether boring. You spent a few hours on the computer, surfing the net for porn. Found a little, but not enough to get your rocks off. Even the drooling fools who wanted to cyber with you weren't that interesting. Somehow, even with all the blasé entertainment during the day, you still find yourself horney as hell.
Suddenly you think of the guy you met last week at the club. His long blonde hair, his body just covered by that black silk. His voice never rose above the music but you seemed to be able to hear every word. He acted the perfect gentleman the whole night, buying you drinks, never really coming on to you, scaring off those scuzballs that always try to cop a feel during a dance. All that he did was ask you dance once, just once, all evening. And what a dance it was.
You sort of smile as you turn on the shower, and remember the dance. His hands never touched you. Somehow he got that godforsaken DJ to play a slow song. Maybe he and the DJ knew each other. Gently he took your hand from your drink as the song began. He didn't even say a word, like he assumed that you would dance with him. The song was slow and sensual. The rhythms methodically moving your bodies closer. His hands floated over your back and sides. They never touched you though. They followed the contour of your dress as it slowly slid back and forth over your flesh. You could feel his breath on your ear and throat.
You moan as the hot water hits you and washes over your wonderful body. You can almost feel my hands again. Gliding over your back and caressing your ass, slowly sliding up your sides and over the soft curves of your breasts. Smiling you, caress your body as if I were there doing it for you. You run your hands from your neck down over your breasts. Gently teasing your nipples, running your fingers around and around them. The spray of the shower smacking them with its little droplets. You let the shower continue to tease your nipples as your hand glides down your stomach. You hand slides in between your legs gently teasing at your pussy.
You imagine my hand down there, sliding around your sweet slit. My fingers exploring, finding your clit gently pulling on it. Sliding my finger slowly inside, teasing at the walls of your pussy. Smoothly caressing your internal walls, my thumb brushing your clit each time my finger enters all the way into you. My finger increases in speed as you moan for more. I begin to abuse your clit as I finger you. Your body shudders, my fingers smack harder and harder into your pussy, my other hand sliding around behind to play with your puckered asshole. Moaning, you beg me to fuck both your holes. I gently slide my index finger into your ass as my other hand fuck two fingers into your pussy. You scream in pleasure as my fingers fuck you. However, suddenly you are snapped out of your fantasy by the suddenly frigid water pouring from your shower.
Cursing loudly and heatedly, you turn off the water just as the cold water turned you off. Decidedly pissed off by the sudden ending of you fantasy, you try and figure out if you really want to go out. Grumbling you search through the closet, finding a dress that you haven't worn for a year. You friend called you a gothic slut when they saw you in this number. Smiling light, you wonder if you can still fit into it. Shrugging, you try to slide into it. The fit is a little snugger as you look into the mirror but only in the bust line. The corset waist fits just as it did before and the lace up the front only had to be let out at your tits. Tying the top you smile as you put on the garter that goes with it. The sheer fishnets make you white skin shine underneath. You twirl and let the short skirt float up and wonder if you should wear panties or not. As horney as you are, you decide against it. You run a finger up your slit and sigh as you play with you clit. You wonder if the man without a name will be there tonight. You sure as hell hope so, if not you'll have to find some Traci Lords look a like to take home and fuck because he is the only man you want tonight. One last time you look in the mirror and press your tits higher and show off even more cleavage; however, you don't notice that your pink areolas are just barely showing since they blend into the lace.
The drive over to the club is truly uneventful, but as you get there you notice with pain that the line to get in is horrendous. Shaking your head, you look to the bouncers that let the wannabes and posers in. Thankfully you see one of the most horney bouncers that they have at the door. You just know that with this outfit he will let you in. You saunter up to him, watching as his eyes focus on you. He licks his lips as his eyes head straight to your cleavage. Giggling you walk up to him and whisper in his ear. You tell him that you're not wearing any panties, and that before you came here you were masturbating in the shower. His grin widens and he murmurs something about meeting him after work. You just smile, knowing that you are either going home with Him or another girl, not this muscle-bound freak.
