“Alright, are we still going to the club tonight?” I asked in response.
“Of course, but this might take a bit longer, so I’ll just meet you there instead, ok?”
“That’s fine. I’ll see you there. I love you, Tiffany.”
“Love you too, Mark. Bye.” The phone clicked as she hung up.
Tiffany was Mark’s girlfriend of six months. They first met at that same club, Chat Noir, or Black Cat. It was one of those nightclubs that was usually always dark and only lit by black lights. It was one of the most popular clubs in town, and was frequented by dozens of people every night. Not only was it where they first met, it was also the first place they ever fucked.
On their second date, they had both been pretty drunk, and were getting quite randy from the dancing. Feeling each other’s bodies as they writhed and brushed into each other on the dance floor. They both became quite hot, sweat coated their skin, reflecting the dark-blue glow from the black lights. They both decided they couldn’t take it anymore. They couldn’t go to the bathroom, since it was too crowded; so instead, they found a storage room that was very poorly watched. They proceeded to have the most erotic sex either of them had ever felt on top of the boxes and crates inside.
Mark jumped in the shower quickly, then looked at himself in the slightly fogged mirror. He was in his mid-twenties with a well-toned body. His short brown hair was brushed back and to the side, matching well with his handsome features. He made his way to his room and got dressed. Rather than wearing something casual, like most men did at the club, he preferred to dress nicely. A good-looking, grey, casual suit was his choice for tonight, and he made it look damn good.
About thirty minutes later, Mark was just pulling into the parking lot of the Chat Noir. He assumed Tiffany was already inside as he didn’t see her in line. Another ten minutes later, he got past the crowd and went inside. He surveyed his surroundings, watching as people danced on the 70s-style checkerboard dance floor. People were drinking and laughing with friends while they talked about fun times. At first, Mark couldn’t see his girlfriend anywhere.
As he looked around some more, he caught a glimpse of her light-brown hair from behind. It was different, more curly, but he knew she was getting her hair done, so it made sense. He circled around from a distance, and the moment he saw her face, he knew it was her. She was a perky C cup with a very slender figure that was unmistakable, and wearing a sexy, sleek black dress. He decided he wanted to surprise her, so he waited patiently, staying out of her sight.
His moment arrived when he saw her wander around for a bit, probably looking for him. He quietly followed close behind her for a few seconds for his opportunity to arrive. As she walked past the door to the storage room, he grabbed her and quickly pulled her inside, closing the door behind him. Tiffany looked a bit shocked from this surprise, but Mark was playful and covered her mouth as he gently pushed her to sit on a stack of boxes.
“You look so damn sexy tonight baby. I’ve been waiting forever to do this again,” He whispered to her.
Mark slid his free hand down her side, to her thigh, then back up under her skirt, to her panties. He rubbed his finger up and down where her clit was hiding just beneath the soft, silk panties. He could see Tiffany blushing, even in the darkness of the room. She seemed really nervous, but a bit excited as well. That’s what made this experience so hot the first time, after all. He kept teasing her clit as his face moved to her neck, kissing and gently nibbling her soft skin.
‘Was she wearing a new perfume?’ he thought.
He removed his hand from her mouth, and she spoke, “What are you doing? I can’t do this, this is wrong,” She was whispering too, but spoke nervously, and seemed a little scared.
Mark noticed her arms were stiff and shaking as she clutched the sides of the box.