This had originated as an angry forcefuck at a paintball arena but now I had started having feelings for her and cared about her. I wrapped my arm aro...nd her and pulled her close to me, savoring the feeling of her small, warm body against mine and watched the other people around me find seats. The other back seat was eventually occupied by two girls, a skinny girl with black hair that took the window seat and her friend, Mellissa, a pretty girl with straight dark brown hair that came down to. Since I was feeling hungry, I went down to the kitchen for the breakfast without wearing any robes, not even undergarments. After the breakfast, I went to the guest room to dispose off empty bottles of whisky and canes of beer. Before I narrate what happened that day, let me tell you something about me again. I am 35 years old charming woman with seductive figures spreading aroma of sex always emanating from the middle of my legs. I had been very hot before my marriage and never got satisfied. I was on a stage.I don’t think it was the stage at the club - it was too clean, for one. But there were definitely elements of it - I could smell the cigar smoke that’s always present at Marty’s, the lights looked like they were arranged in the same way, and the whole room had this weird sense of familiarity.But, unlike Marty’s, it was packed.There were people everywhere. Men, most of them, but peering into the crowd, I could see the occasional woman as well. Some of them were dancers, some of. Quietly, like the sounds of the wind coming from the small surround sound system in his dim office. He stands up again and grabs my hand and places it on his erection under his unopened trousers and presses itthere hard while he fights for control. Finally, heplaces my hand respectfully at my side and smooths thesheet once again over my body. “Are you alright?” he whispers. “yes.” I smile slightly in return. “I have to go now” he says. “I know” I reply. “you’ll be okay?” he asks. “yes, don’t.