A few weeks had passed since I had kidnapped Trinity after the club, driving around until we ended up parking and having truck sex in a cemetery!
We chatted online whenever we happened to BE online at the same time. My job had me traveling tons and Trinity was balancing work, being a single mother AND trying to have something of a social life. Trinity's ex took their daughter every other weekend so I emailed her the dates I was going to be home, hoping we might be able to cut loose, dance and spend some more time together. Our chatting always started innocent but inevitably ended up hot, steamy and sexual with one (or both) of us pleasuring themselves to orgasm.
It was finally Friday night, the night that Trinity was coming out again! I was home early, buzzed my hair, showered, shaved and put on my best clubbing clothes....cargo pants and a muscle shirt. By 11 p.m. my crew of friends was at the club, claiming our usual corner by the back speaker and tearing up the dance floor. I wandered around, greeting my many friends, bartenders, bouncers, DJ's and familiar faces. After 20 years it's hard NOT to know just about everyone who's a regular! The one face I was looking for wasn't there though, no Trinity!
About an hour later I saw her standing at the bar, not looking happy at all. I walked up and said Hi, immediately knowing something was VERY wrong. Trinity had been fired from her job that morning without cause or notice. One thing I've learned is you can fire anyone without cause as long as you pay them more than what is required by law. I bought Trinity a drink and gave her a hug. 'It's Friday night,' I said, 'let's forget about everything else and have fun!' I took Trinity's arm, led her up onto the stage and started dancing. It took a bit but she finally relaxed, allowing the music to sweep away all the crap in her head, her body moving to the rhythm and surrendering to the beat.
One thing I could count on, and I wasn't disappointed, Trinity had another smoking outfit on tonight. OMG!! She was wearing a bikini top that looked like a cinnamon roll with spaces between each layer and a thong bottom with a see through wrap. I had a hard time NOT looking at her breasts (you could easily see her nipples) and spent a lot of time dancing behind her! Hey, I'm only human! At one point in the evening I came up behind Trinity, wrapped my arms around her and just hugged her. She turned around to face me and hugged me back, our bodies pressed tightly together. Being at least 6" shorter than Trinity my mouth was perfectly placed and I started gently kissing and nibbling on her neck and ear which was about all the encouragement my cock needed to head north and make its presence known. Trinity grinned knowingly and pulled me a little closer, my cock tight to her mound. As our bodies swayed to the music my hand found its way under her wrap, under her thong, slid along her wet pussy lips and then pushed a finger deep inside of her.
Trinity looked at me in shock at first, my finger swirling around her pussy in the middle of the dance floor, people oblivious to what was going on right beside them. It was erotic, exciting, and sinful and I was ecstatic that Trinity went along with it, my finger pushing in and out of her and my palm rubbing against her clit.
I would have liked to make Trinity come right there but chickened out, removing my hand, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean of her juices. The smell of sex, her scent, drifted over the entire stage and I watched the guys around us as they tried to figure out where it was coming from.