1. Saturday Night Out


    Date: 10/9/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Source: sexstories.com

    Giada fidgeting with her short dress, clearing her throat uneasily as I sat at the bar. Men were staring at her. The dress I sent her is very short and the sharp, lethal looking stilettos made her look sharp and very sexy. Giada looks like a lethal femme fatale and even though she didn't dress like this, often, she knew that she looked incredible beautiful and hot. The music in the club is hot and heavy, and the dance floor is at her back as she sat at the bar, in the corner stool. She stirred her drink, glancing up to look around and peering at the door. People have been coming and going, and she already been here for thirty minutes..." J-John?" She whispers in question, her heart racing. I turn my piercing eyes at her and her racing heart nearly skids to a halt. My voice and face may have been cold, my eyes are blazing with heat. Giada closes her gaping mouth, my hand on her arm suddenly seems too warm. " I'm pleased to see the dress fits." My voice changed dramatically from the cold, commanding tone, now, it writhes with a sensual heat that nearly put her back on the floor. She swallows and blushes lightly. " You were worried?" Giada purrs, clearing her throat and shaking her head. Attempting to sound seductive and had failed miserably. I smile kindly leading her to a private table near the back. There are curtains that I pull closed and the music pumping from the dance floor is far less obtrusive in this little cove. I guided Giada to her seat in the large booth and she ...
    knew better than to argue as she sat down I gave a satisfied nod. I slide gracefully into the side opposite her, my eyes digging into hers as I slide my gaze up and down her body. I might have well just ripped off the dress of mine then and there for all the subtlety my gaze provided. Giada decides to fight fire with fire and fully takes in the enigma that is me. My suit is crisp, clearly very expensive and most likely Armani, the subtly pink shirt underneath surprises her with color choice, but taking it all in she realizes nothing else would have worked as well. I didn't wear a tie, but instead the shirt casually left a few buttons undone at the neck. She can't see my shoes without peering under the table, she took the educated guess that they are expensive as well. M gray hair is the only unruly part about me - while the suit and shirt are crisp, my hair is almost wild. It is short, but long enough that the tips came down to my jaw like jagged teeth. I stared at her, one hand drummed lightly on the tabletop. " To answer your question..." My voice slides over her like silk, " I was worried, yes. After filing for divorce after 11 years of marriage." Giada opens her mouth with a defiant expression, almost insulted I hadn't believed her when she told me. I held up my hand, silencing her with a cold look. " Before you get offended, I'll tell you why. When someone expresses...interest...into my world...I take it seriously. As you've noticed, I have the money to buy anything I ...
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