Prowling for new Conquest

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth as arousal oozed through her.

I discovered a large group of women in North Texas ranging in age from 18 to 40 that willing throw themselves at me. D magazine in Dallas published a story about me. In the story they described me the most eligible divorced bachalor in Dallas. They listed the restaurants, nightclubs, and bars in North Texas that I own and frequently visit. They also listed the social events I attend. I refused to be interviewed for the article. After this article was published I decided not to travel out of town as frequently, increased my security staff, and public appearances. It’s an open secret in Dallas that I go out late at night on the prowl. That is one reason for me to be very selective in attending big elaborate affairs; another one is my own reluctance to leave the luxurious comfort of my mansion where I am constantly surrounded by gorgeous, sensuous play toys who are sensational in their own way. Tonight I have decided to leave that comfort and luxury in order to attend the opening of new nightclub. When I go on the prowl I go alone with only my security staff. I very seldom enter by the front entrance. The sign above the door said, ” Hot Sizzlers” and the silhouetted sexy female bodies around the words made it clear that you were not entering a restaurant and another type of sizzler here. The inside was not pitch dark but that’s all I can say about it. There were some roving lights but when, where and what they would illuminate was not predictable.

I was still trying to get used to this almost-darkness when I feel a soft, feminine body being pressed against me.
” Hello, Sir,” she whispers in my ear as she slithered up against my body in a smooth flow of satin, some of which is her outfit and rest of it her smooth, soft body. My security staff started to move in and I waved them off. ” Hello, ” I responded as my arms went around her petite figure, my hands skilfully started a survey of her warm, sensuous body. She is wearing a blouse and skirt, as she is pressing her cheek against mine, I lean down a little to kiss the side of her neck, the thin strap of her blouse has left her shoulder and neck so accessible. My left hand is on her bare back, examining the soft, warm expanse of bare skin that her backless blouse had left exposed. She simply wrapped her body around me, molding her body to fit against mine, every soft, warm curve of her body oozing warm current as she skilfully embraced me with no reservations. Her lips grazed my cheek and then pressed on my lips – her hot, hungry, luscious lips feel like hot honey, devouring my lips. She opened her mouth, welcoming my tongue into her hot mouth. She is one of the young women that throw themselves at me wanting to meet me and be picked up for a one night stand.

Since the D magazine article came out these women have gotten more aggressive. These women begging to be fucked, any time, anywhere, never worrying about who might see us or who might walk in. Tonight, this young woman’s body is expressing her emotions that she was aroused. Her hot, hungry tongue is dancing with my probing tongue as I explored her sweet mouth. My hands roam over her gorgeous, warm body, kneading her firm ass with one hand while my left hand rubbed her bare back and her slim waist. She is about 5′ 5″ tall, her 4″ high heels provide her a comfortable position against me. The way she presses her crotch against me, I feel the heat from her pussy right on my hardening cock, through our clothes. She moves her hips in a subtle circular motion, grinding her soft mound on my rod, skilfully giving my cock a nice, hot pussy massage, while her hands roam around my shoulders and neck, her long shapely fingers moving through the hairs on my neck. Finally, breathless, we broke the kiss, but she made no effort to pull herself away. We sit down in a corner booth I order her wine and I had my scotch. We chatted as she told me about herself, her name is Dani, she is 31 years old, divorced, no children, not actively dating and has not been in a relationship since her divorce four years ago. ” Want to dance?” I asked abruptly. ” Sure, but I’m not any good,” she warned. I expertly swung her into my arms.