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 ...