Miss Lady

Chapter 1

This morning, I awoke to the aroma of the most exhilarating smells of my adventures from the night before. I had not yet opened my eyes, but the overwhelming scents filled my very being, flooding my body and soul with every memory I had experienced from beginning to end.

I could smell 'him' all around me! My hands, my sheets, my pillow; my body began to quiver with excitement. As I started to squirm about, the sudden realization came to me that my wrists and ankles were still bound, as well as, the blindfold still attached to my face! Just then I heard a voice, it was 'his' voice. I would know it anywhere. In that low gruff whisper, he pounced on top of me, grasping my hands, and says, "Oh, no you don't, Miss Lady! I'm not quite finished with you yet!" As he takes my right nipple between his teeth ever so gently and begins stroking my face with his left hand. My body continues to wiggle under his spell yearning for more. As he strokes and fondles my naked body my mind starts to recall the events of our beginning last night.

Sometime, around 6:30 pm, Mr. Wonderful arrived at the Best Little Chinese Buffet in town. A friend of mine from work had introduced us a few weeks before and after many phone calls, texts, and a couple of nice dinner dates, Mr. Carson Draper, or as I now call him Mr. Wonderful, and I have decided to go out dancing.

So, after a delicious meal and excellent conversation, we left to go to the club. It would take about 25 minutes to arrive, but I didn't mind because I loved riding in his beautiful Ford Raptor, it was black but had those cool glitter flakes in the paint so it sparkled in the sun. It also had chrome trim, which I simply adore. The seats were cloth and made it so much nicer on my bare legs since this little black dress barely covered my cute little heart shaped ass.

On our way to the club, Carson asked me to scoot closer to him so he could put his arm around me. When I was younger, this had been the only way to travel. So, I did and he placed his arm across the back of the seat behind me. Within a mile or two, his hand had slid down to my shoulder (just like the boys in high school would do). Besides, once his hand made contact with the shoulder, "OH my", right on cue, hand slides right to the right breast, no grasping...but ever so gently touching only the nipple area with the tips of the fingers and careful only to do it on occasion. The next step, I remembered, was to interlace my fingers in his in order to direct his hand away or allow him more access. As soon as I placed my hand in his, he pulled me closer to him and kissed my forehead so sweetly. I placed my left hand firmly on the middle of his right thigh and gave it a little squeeze. It was about this time we had arrived in the parking lot of the club.