Just then, Denise grabbed both of her nipples and twisted them savagely, sending new bolts of agony through her."OHHHHGODDDDDSTOPPPP!!! She yelled."Sh...ttup, bitch!" Denise barked, and dropped her crotch down lower so her knees weighed more heavily on her. Traci moaned, and when she inhaled could smell the humid emanations of the other girl's sex just above her, and the sweet/sweaty muskiness of her ass, which hovered barely an inch from her nose, covered only by the thin strap of Denise's. I had just got off work, unloading merchandise from trucks all day long, and our forklift was broken, so I used a pallet jack and at the end of the day I was drenched in sweat. I put on a new shirt before I left work, but the sweat smell was still on me, but I didn’t mind. At the bus stop, I waited for the next bus, but couldn’t help that this guy at the other end of the line of benches kept glancing up at me. Me being the daft, ignorant, and lug headed guy that I am, I just brushed it off as. Your body says, “Touch me there.” Still, the black silk of your nightie separates us but I can feel the heat of your skin once more as I caress you. I hear your breath quicken as you continue to play with my ear. Your body shudders and you pull me closer still. My free hand caresses your back and I feel your skin above the fabric of your night gown. The strap is loosely hanging off your shoulder and my hand travels down your sides. Skin, fabric, skin. I love your skin.. There are 3 nice clubs here in Manhattan. I said I know one it’s call La Martinique. Then Lakshmi said I don’t have anything to wear. I said yes you do. That smoking hot dress I brought for you. You are quite a Sly Fox. You knew that dress was for the dancing club scene. I have black flats on that will go good with the dress. We get to the club and it is huge. It is crowded. What a nice dance floor. And the bar was crazy. Like a horse shoe. With tables in the middle. And bar stools around the.