friends. “I just call it like I see it,” he says with a smile.
Matt, the old guy as Nick called him, doesn’t look
that old to me, maybe late thirties. He has dusty grey hair mixed with dark
black, and a goatee to match. He’s wearing a business suit and is drinking what
looks to be whiskey.
Shane has milk chocolate flawless skin and beautiful,
perfect white teeth. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He has a
Shemar Moore look about him and I immediately take notice that Katelyn appears
to be in awe. Yeah, he’s hot! She isn’t blind. My friend takes a seat right
next to him. Looking at both of them, they look somewhat exotic. Katelyn has
long, curly jet-black hair, green eyes, and perfect olive skin. They just look
right sitting next to each other.
Jase is similar in build to Nick. I’m guessing
they are about the same height and size. He has dirty-blond hair. It’s short on
the sides and longer on top, and he has piercing sky-blue eyes. There are
tattoos covering the sleeves of each arm, and lettering across the top of his right
fingers. The room is dim and he’s standing at the other end of the long table,
so I can’t make out the word. There is colorful ink poking out of the collar of
his t-shirt. I probably should not be staring at him this long, but he reminds
me of Jacoby Shaddix, the lead singer from my favorite band, and in my opinion,
the hottest man in the world. Or at least, he was two days ago, before I laid
eyes on Nick.
Nick guides my chin in his direction and I’m now
looking at him. He hasn’t left his position next to me; his arm’s still draped
over the back of my chair. “Pay attention to me, please.”
“So how did you know I was here?” I question him. It’s
a bit odd how I told him I didn’t think we should see each other again, yet we
end up at the same club.
“I didn’t, but you’re not exactly hard to pick out
in a room full of blondes and brunettes,” he says while running a hand through
my red hair. He turns my chair slightly so that my side is facing the others;
my front is facing a black painted concrete wall and he’s on the other side of
me. He starts to kiss me and places his hand on my knee, the one that isn’t
resting behind my head.
“White looks stunning on you,” he tells me through
our kiss while moving his hand up my leg. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
His touch feels so good. I’m relaxed again; like I was earlier today in his
office when he was touching me before I thought he was dismissing me. He
continues kissing me, inching his hand up my leg. He slides it underneath the
hem of my dress causing me to freeze.
“Nick, what are you doing?” I flush with
embarrassment and heat, and start looking to the side to make sure no one is
watching. No one is; my friends are in full conversation mode with Nick’s
friends.
“No one is watching us, and if they were, they wouldn’t
see anything except me kissing you. The sides of the chair and the height of
the table block everything below your tits, babe.” He goes back to kissing me.
He deepens the kiss, pushing me back further into the seat. His tongue pries my
lips further apart and begins to massage my own. He’s not stopping at the hem. He
continues to move his hand slowly up my thigh underneath my dress. Surely my friends can see this. Why
aren’t they stopping me? Why aren’t I stopping myself? I don’t do PDA, so why
am I with this man? I move my hand on top of his to protest his movement.
“Relax, baby, and let this happen. No one can see.
I promise. But be fucking quiet,” he says in a whisper through our kiss. I’m
losing myself in him. I retract my hand and my legs widen on their own accord.
His scent is intoxicating and overpowering. His taste is divine, and I can’t
get enough. His hand has reached the fabric of my panties that’s concealing my pussy,
and he pushes the material to the side. With his thumb, he finds my clit and he
presses hard into it. I
Matt, the old guy as Nick called him, doesn’t look
that old to me, maybe late thirties. He has dusty grey hair mixed with dark
black, and a goatee to match. He’s wearing a business suit and is drinking what
looks to be whiskey.
Shane has milk chocolate flawless skin and beautiful,
perfect white teeth. He’s wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans. He has a
Shemar Moore look about him and I immediately take notice that Katelyn appears
to be in awe. Yeah, he’s hot! She isn’t blind. My friend takes a seat right
next to him. Looking at both of them, they look somewhat exotic. Katelyn has
long, curly jet-black hair, green eyes, and perfect olive skin. They just look
right sitting next to each other.
Jase is similar in build to Nick. I’m guessing
they are about the same height and size. He has dirty-blond hair. It’s short on
the sides and longer on top, and he has piercing sky-blue eyes. There are
tattoos covering the sleeves of each arm, and lettering across the top of his right
fingers. The room is dim and he’s standing at the other end of the long table,
so I can’t make out the word. There is colorful ink poking out of the collar of
his t-shirt. I probably should not be staring at him this long, but he reminds
me of Jacoby Shaddix, the lead singer from my favorite band, and in my opinion,
the hottest man in the world. Or at least, he was two days ago, before I laid
eyes on Nick.
Nick guides my chin in his direction and I’m now
looking at him. He hasn’t left his position next to me; his arm’s still draped
over the back of my chair. “Pay attention to me, please.”
“So how did you know I was here?” I question him. It’s
a bit odd how I told him I didn’t think we should see each other again, yet we
end up at the same club.
“I didn’t, but you’re not exactly hard to pick out
in a room full of blondes and brunettes,” he says while running a hand through
my red hair. He turns my chair slightly so that my side is facing the others;
my front is facing a black painted concrete wall and he’s on the other side of
me. He starts to kiss me and places his hand on my knee, the one that isn’t
resting behind my head.
“White looks stunning on you,” he tells me through
our kiss while moving his hand up my leg. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
His touch feels so good. I’m relaxed again; like I was earlier today in his
office when he was touching me before I thought he was dismissing me. He
continues kissing me, inching his hand up my leg. He slides it underneath the
hem of my dress causing me to freeze.
“Nick, what are you doing?” I flush with
embarrassment and heat, and start looking to the side to make sure no one is
watching. No one is; my friends are in full conversation mode with Nick’s
friends.
“No one is watching us, and if they were, they wouldn’t
see anything except me kissing you. The sides of the chair and the height of
the table block everything below your tits, babe.” He goes back to kissing me.
He deepens the kiss, pushing me back further into the seat. His tongue pries my
lips further apart and begins to massage my own. He’s not stopping at the hem. He
continues to move his hand slowly up my thigh underneath my dress. Surely my friends can see this. Why
aren’t they stopping me? Why aren’t I stopping myself? I don’t do PDA, so why
am I with this man? I move my hand on top of his to protest his movement.
“Relax, baby, and let this happen. No one can see.
I promise. But be fucking quiet,” he says in a whisper through our kiss. I’m
losing myself in him. I retract my hand and my legs widen on their own accord.
His scent is intoxicating and overpowering. His taste is divine, and I can’t
get enough. His hand has reached the fabric of my panties that’s concealing my pussy,
and he pushes the material to the side. With his thumb, he finds my clit and he
presses hard into it. I
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