Naked in the Rain 1:2 - Girl's Night

Turning up the radio I begin to get dressed. Sliding my feet into my thong, I slowly pull it up over my legs. I admire myself in the mirror for just a minute. Mmmm, I always liked the way the black lace hugged my hips. I arrange my bra, careful to maximize my cleavage. Shimmying into my skirt, I smooth the fabric over my thighs. My pink top glides down my arms into place. A little of the black lace of my bra is peeking out. Perfect. Looking in the bottom of my closet, I survey my shoes. Heels? Boots? Sandals? Then I spot them. Definitely boots. I pull them out - black leather knee high stiletto boots. I breathe in the heady scent of leather. I love these boots. I pull them on. The tight leather clings to my calves, accentuating the shortness of my skirt. My fingers unconsciously run over my thighs, gently stroking them as I turn in the mirror. I'm going to have fun tonight.

Liz knocked on the door right at 8 o'clock. Her timing is always impeccable. I opened the door to see a gorgeous creature standing in front of me. She looked stunning in her flirty sheer top and pretty pink skirt.
"Just wait till you see what we have in store for you," she giggled.
She grabbed my hand and ran me down to the limo.
She winked. "All part of your special night!" She giggled again.
Climbing inside I was surprised to find all of my girlfriends already there. It became quickly apparent that they had been having a good time before I was picked up. Being free of husbands and boyfriends for the night, the atmosphere was decidedly rowdy. The camera flash intermittently went off, a peek at a bra, a quick glimpse of panties. A Cosmopolitan was thrust into my hand and we were off.

Manhattan is such a sight at night and tonight was no exception. The energy in the city is palatable. It's a vibe that only New York can give off, there's no other place like it. Everyone seemed to feel it, the people we passed, the girls in the car with me, even the driver. It's the heat, the sexuality of a fabulous city. The car pulled up to a place I had never seen before. The neon sign pointed down the stairs, no name. Liz giggled again and announced that we were here. The other girls giggled as well, but wouldn't answer my inquiries as to where we actually were.
"You'll see," is all they said.
The bouncer glanced casually at us and checks our IDs. Motioning us in, he unenthusiastically tells us to have a good time. Looking through the haze, I began to smile. Well-oiled bodies were gyrating on stage. Their hard, hot muscles moved to the beat of the music and to the excitement of the crowd. I was led to a reserved table on the far side of the room. They had given me strippers as a birthday present. I'm such a lucky girl. Noticing our arrival, our scantily clad waiter came to take our order. My eyes trailed over his chisel cut body. Not too bulky, well-defined, gorgeous clear blue eyes with hair I could easily wrap my hands in. I could feel myself getting wet as I looked at him. Liz winked at me. She knew what I was thinking. This was her gift to me. A man, to take and use how I wanted. I let my fingers drift up the inside of my thigh as that thought poured through my head. The waiter's eyes glanced down at me, following my fingers. He smiled. Not yet. I want to see what my other choices are. I smiled back and put my hands on the table. Disappointed, he moved off to fill our drinks.

The stage show was in full swing. The men's bodies writhed and twisted to the beat. Sweat ran down their muscles as they gave their all for their screaming fans. Not really my style. I scanned the room for a better show. I spotted him a few tables over. He was straddling a woman, grinding his hips onto her while she gripped his ass. Her eyes were wild with fantasy. He moved over her like a professional, grinding here, bumping there until she nearly passed out. I laughed and caught his eye. He's going to be mine tonight. Signaling him, he left the woman draped in her chair and sauntered over to me. His eyes questioned my intentions. I spread my legs slightly and beckoned him closer. Surprising him, I placed my heeled boot on his chest as he came near. A slow smile greeted me as he ran his hands over the black leather. It's my game. I knew my girlfriends are watching us. I don't care. His hands deftly moved over my calf and up my thigh stopping short of my already wet sex. My foot slid from his chest and snaked around the back of his thigh, pulling him close to me. His hands gripped the chair behind me, his eyes dipped into mine. I let a lone finger trail up his chest to the underside of his chin, tipping his head up. I push him away and stand up. I hold his gaze and I put out my hand to Liz and she drops the keys to the car into my palm. I'm going to have what I need. His eyes look unsure, but the growing bulge in his costume lets me know he wants to follow me.
He leans in close and nervously whispers, "I have a break in ten minutes, I'll meet you then."
"The offers is gone in ten minutes," I taunt.

His cock throbs. He quickly takes my hand and leads me to the back of the room and looking around anxiously, he pushes me into the dressing room. Grabbing a shirt and pants, he ushers me out the dancer's entrance. We walk briskly to the limo. Unlocking the door, I motion him inside. Without hesitation he climbs in, turning to face me. I climb in after him and pull the door shut, locking it again. My body is on fire. I push him back and straddle him causing my skirt to ride up around my waist. His soft warm hands grip my ass and pull me against him hard. My cunt grinds against him and I run my fingers through his hair. I pull his head back sharply and he gasps from the sudden pain. I kiss him greedily and he melts into me, desire overtaking him. My hand runs over his naked chest feeling his hard muscles quiver at my touch. He's pulling me closer, thrusting against me, the only sound is heavy breathing. Hands move up the back of my shirt, feeling my hot skin. I lift my arms and he swiftly pulls my top off. Moaning softly, his mouth moves to my breasts. I feel his tongue trace along my bra, then to my nipple as deftly he strips it off. I arch my back to him as he pulls it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. My body reacts quickly, flooding my thong with my juices. His tongue flicks over my hard nipple as I writhe against him. I huskily moan as he bites me, sending searing white heat through my body. My hips grind harder against him rubbing his cock against my wet cunt. His hands push me back, arching me backward toward the floor, his tongue trailing down over my breasts to my stomach. Hot lips eagerly lick around my belly button. I grab onto his arms, pulling myself back up, my lips finding his neck. I bite him hard and his hips thrust up to me. I need to taste him.

I slither off his lap, my intentions clear. Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his skimpy costume, I free his hard cock and lick my lips as I watch him pulse in front of my face. Trembling hands reach into my hair and draw me close. I let my tongue flick over the tip, tasting his manhood. My head dips down and I slowly drag my tongue up the length of his shaft. He hisses his approval with a sharp exhale. My hand grasps his base and I allow my tongue to roll over his swollen head. I pull him slowly into my mouth until he's buried deep in my throat. With one swift move I pull him out and back in again. Hips thrust up to meet my mouth. My mouth sucks at him as I pull him deeper. Low growls of satisfaction emanates from deep in his throat. His hands plunge my mouth harder onto him, forcing his rhythm on me. I can feel his cock swelling in my mouth, his lust ready to pour from him. I push his cock between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, sucking hard, imploring him to release his hot nectar. With a cry, he spasms and shoots his hot spunk down my throat, his cum pouring from him, pulsing from him. His hands hold me steady as I drink him down... (more to come)