What a week! We were both so tired of the week we had to get out and let off a little steam. So, I decided we should go out for a while, and since it was so warm out, we should take the motorcycle.
I had been buying you all sorts of little sexy outfits I liked to see you in. Things that the bitch of an ex-wife I had would never wear, but you were more than happy to model them for me.
Things, clothes, lingerie, skirts, baby doll tops, thigh high stocking with garters, thigh high boots with spiked stiletto heels, that hugged your legs…all kinds of little things, but you just blew me away when I saw you all dressed up, like you did every time.
There you stood before me with that leather skirt on; the back of it was shaped to show off that ever so sexy tattoo you have on your lower back. Black fishnets on, with those black fuck-me boots, and that sexy white baby doll shirt, showing that sweet little belly of yours. You had that hair pulled back, showing that face of an angel you have. Damn, you made my cock swell.
You turned around wiggled that ass of yours for me, showing off how good you looked. It was all I could do to keep from stripping you down right there and stuffing my face into that box of yours. But I would wait; I had an evening planned for us.
You asked me what we were doing, and I told you we were just going out to the local hangout bar to meet up with a few friends, and listen to a band for a bit.
It wasn’t the greatest club out there, but for our medium sized down it wasn’t bad. It was a split-level, and on the main floor a sunken pit area and the band played above that.
The band that night was a Nine-Inch Nails cover band. You kind of smirked, but agreed to go anyway. I rolled that ever sexy red Ducati out of the garage, you climbed aboard, and with the push of a button, it rolled over and rumbled to life.
As I revved it slightly to warm it up, you could feel those vibrations on your scantly clad little pussy, hitting you right on your clit. I thought I could feel you get a small shiver back there as I revved it. So we departed in the warm night air.
Well, the club was pretty crowded, as I had expected. The band was shrouded in fog machines, blue and red lights, and a couple of laser shows going We had a couple drinks, talked to a few friends, then the band started.
They were pretty impressive, very loud, and very clear; the sound was punching everybody right in the chest. They opened with a deafening version of “Head Like a Hole”.
I took you out to the dancefloor and pretty soon you felt that familiar feeling, my hands gripping your sweet ass. I pulled you close, making sure you could feel how hard I was as I pressed against you, watching that luscious body of yours sway.
Soon I was kissing your neck, breathing in your intoxicating scent, and my hands were getting bolder, squeezing you tighter, and even working around to the front of you from time to time, almost touching your sweet little pussy.
I worked you back into a corner, where I thought nobody could see, and started feeling up under your skirt. I had my hands on your fish net covered ass, feeling your hot skin, and you were clenching that ass as my hands roamed over you.
This was making me harder, and I squeezed your ass and pulled you into my hard on, making that little mound of yours grind against my stiffening member.
This sensation was great, but I wanted to touch that bare skin on your ass. So I tried to work my hand down the waist of that little skirt, but it was just too damn tight! Good thing the zipper was in the back.
Slowly I started unzipping it until my hand fit comfortably between your skirt and those black stockings. I pinched your ass a couple times; you giggled and jumped a bit.
I repositioned my hand so now I was inside of your stockings, against your hot, tender white ass. As we danced close I held my hand right on the crack of your ass, resting fingers on both cheeks, with my middle finger between them.
Now your head was buried against my neck, and I could feel your hot breath running across my skin. With each new grasp of my hands on your ass you would let out a little moan.