The cold, wet marble sends goosebumps all over my soaking, wet body as I step bare feet out of the steamy shower room. My eyes adjust to the lights, as water drips down my slender long legs, making a messy pool on the floor.

Shivering slightly, I grab the bathrobe, draping it around myself tightly. The soft fabric feels marvelous on my wet skin, like a lover's embrace, wrapping my body in a luscious warmth.

My senses are overloaded with wild imagery from that sexy night at the club as I observe my foggy reflection on the vanity mirror behind a thick layer of condensed water droplets. A lingering aroma of the rich cocoa butter body wash dissipates through the air as I reminisce the hot stranger's musky scent, which filled my core with the forbidden desire to be touched publicly.

Making me feel sexy and desirable, my black shiny hair clings to my neck and surrounds my breasts inside the robe. My eyes gradually travel down to the rich, tempting cleavage; as a drop of warm water trickles down the valley. I slowly pull the robe loose, dropping it down my shoulders as they hang around my waist, revealing my upper body. My hair blankets my tits on both sides, dark nipples teasingly darting through the glossy lines.

My fingers move the thick, wet strands aside, stroking my tits lightly as my mind wanders back to his rough fingers rubbing my clit at the dark corner of the bar. My nipples harden like bullets as I tease them further, allowing the thick comb running down my wet hair to graze them roughly while sending cold water down my shuddering body.

Brushing my hair, random droplets of water fall from my tresses, playfully teasing my waist. My vanity mirror, still steamy, and hot, reflects my deep, brown eyes glistening along with countless drops of water on my skin, slowly dripping, caressing my nude flesh.

Taking my own sweet time, rubbing the fluffy towel over my body, I catch every damp spot only increasing the dampness between my legs. I place my feet on the vanity counter and slap a generous amount of coconut body lotion on my shapely legs, relishing the smooth, creamy liquid like a lover's cum spewed on my body in a moment of passion. Rubbing in small circles, exactly how his fingers touched my hard, engorged clit as I pretended to casually savor my dirty dirty martini, my fingers massage my naturally-dusky skin, igniting and exciting it. My pussy is pulsing with desire as I think of the electric moment when he made me cum so fucking hard in the corner of a crowded bar, his hands soaked with my hot, sticky cum as the gorgeous blonde watched every little dirty thing that he did to me secretly.

Closing my eyes, I almost taste the naughty woman's sweet nectar on my tongue again, as I slip my hands and touch my soaking wet pussy. I rub my clit aggressively exactly how I imagined her tormenting her aching pussy as she watched her man giving me a public orgasm at the bar. My mind concocts my memories of the night with wild fantasies; as I picture the naughty couple groping and exploring my peaks and valleys, biting, licking, kissing, devouring each inch, when my pulsating pussy tightens around my fingers. My imaginations run wild, picturing our naked, heated bodies writhing in passion for everyone to watch as I assault my pussy and explode on my fingers, soaking them with my cum.

My eyes wander back to the vanity mirror, looking at my sexed-up, half-open eyes, dirty hands pressed between my legs, and cum dripping all over my fingers. A sudden realization dawns upon me, that night, I exquisitely enjoyed my transformation from a sexy, confident woman, who entered the bar in search of her lucky victim who gets to enjoy her indecent exposure to being the lucky victim who relinquished control and was teased and tortured by another's seductive ways.

That's exactly what I needed tonight, a brutal torturous seduction that would make me beg to be touched, taken, and consumed then and there. With that thought, I open my closet door with a bizarre urgency and drape the new satin dress over my body. The shiny blue dress snugly fits my curves with a halter string that I tie at the back. It has a scrunched, asymmetric length which shows a lot of my milky thighs on the right side. My perfect 36D breasts are taunting the thin fabric, threatening to pop out of the cami neckline any second.

It's a hot night and the cool satin feels incredible, sliding on my heated skin. My round-ass sways rhythmically matching the tick-tock of my black peep-toe heels. Deciding to go back to the same club, I hope in the Uber, the cool leather grazing my thighs sweetly.

A sweet old woman is driving my Uber and it takes my entire determination to keep my fingers away from my burning pussy. With my new desires, I suddenly feel unprepared, and unsure about my approach. My essence is burning to be the lucky victim tonight, enticed to expose my body, and follow the intentions of a stranger, not knowing where it leads. My cab reaches the club quickly, only to find a huge queue and a swarm of people surrounding me in no time making me anxious and uncomfortable. I rush through the crowd hurriedly finding an open patch, gasping for air, as I hold a metal pole for balance.

Suddenly, I feel a strong arm under my belly, making me a little spooked. The feeling quickly goes away as I meet the eyes of a handsome hunk with muscular shoulders and steely grey eyes glaring right into mine. Contrary to his intention, my breath gets even more unsteady as I observe a strange effect his gaze has on my body. He studies my face for another minute before offering both his hands for support. I gladly take them, trying to take deep breaths, attempting to hide the ridiculous flushed state that I am in.

Thanking him politely, I try to walk away to the end of the queue, but my legs feel wobbly making me stumble back into his arms. His lips curve slightly as I feel his strong hands on my lower spine, making the satin deliciously rub on my hot skin.

"Are you okay miss?" he asks still smiling mischievously but with a hint of concern in his tone. My brain struggles to find a coherent response as I smile weakly, his ripped chest against my body making all my inhibitions melt.

"Yes, just lost my balance," I manage to mumble.

Damn, what's wrong with me today, I curse as I stumble again, this time so close to the pole that it makes a loud cling sound that echoes in the street. In no time, the strong arms are back around me, pushing my body to the cold iron pole. His knuckles slide down to my thighs, and I see his eyes darken with desire. I bring my hands to his chest, feeling his strong muscles beneath the thin white shirt.

"What are you doing to me," I whisper as he leans into me, slowly finding a sensitive spot on my neck.

"Just helping a gorgeous lady out," he blows softly making me squirm in his arms, lightly grazing my skin with his lips. I try to pull him closer with my hands when he abruptly holds both my wrists moving them above my head against the metal pole. I feel so sexy as I am spread out against the pole in the middle of the busy street with rows of people waiting to enter the club. The street light shines brightly on us leaving nothing to the imagination.

"What do you want, baby girl?" he asks in a sultry voice, as his lips graze my earlobes, wrapping his tongue behind my ear.

"Fuck" I moan as my legs refuse to hold me up any longer and I completely fall into his hard body, relinquishing any control over mine. I moan into his neck as he continues to nuzzle my neck, softly biting my collar bone.

Aroused but intimidated, I try to pull away. "I... I need to go." I mutter, unconvinced with my own words.

He doesn't release me. "Your body is telling me otherwise." He smirks, pinching my hard nipples over the satin. Leaning back slightly, he loosens his grip on my wrists and slides his other hand down my thighs. I gasp loudly as his warm hands touch my skin.

"You want me to touch you, don't you?" smirks again, squeezing my milky, supple thighs. I squirm in response, struggling to breathe as I look into his enchanting eyes again.

"Please don't," I whisper even though my big brown eyes are begging him to move his hands further south. He steps behind waving both his hands to the side in surrender. My arms slowly fall to my sides, but I feel transfixed, powerless to move, incapable of even looking away from his bewitching grey eyes.

He takes a small step forward, leans in, and with a much gentler demeanor whispers "I'm a nice guy when you get to know me."

That's the problem; I desperately want to know him, in every way a woman can know a man. I just met him, I don't even know his name, but my craving to explore his body is indescribable. When he leans into me, I feel the hardness of his arousal and realize he wants this as much as I, firing the need inside me further.

"God... Let's go to the club, you can buy me a drink and we can get acquainted."

He growls, "I know a better place. Come on." So saying, he leads me away to a different club, a short drive away. He continues to caress me in the car, unable to keep his hands off my body, but we don't speak. He drops the keys to the valet and grabs my waist, leading the way inside. Too distracted by his musky scent and ripped body pressed against mine, I only notice the surroundings when he gestures towards a dark, corner booth.

"What's your poison baby girl?" he enquires as his body slides against mine trapping me between the wall.

"Dirty Martini," I bite my lips as his warm breath caresses my neck. He raises his arm to wave the server over, running his fingers over a neat, dark stubble that covers strong, square jaws.

I let my eyes scan over his alluring body as he orders the drink, his black sleek hair neatly pulled back and his broad shoulders encased in a blazer over a crisp white shirt clutching his muscular torso. His lips curve slightly with an approving smile as he notices my observation. His eyes run downwards, looking at the feeble straps, and the thin satin fabric delicately hugging my curves. He notices the absence of a bra as my nipples sear through the flimsy fabric under his gaze. His eyes pierce through my clothes like beams of passion, the smile now replaced with an intense look of desire. His bold stare wanders down my torso, setting my innards on fire, and lingers over my pussy. Covered or not, I feel the fluids run down my thighs as if he can see my nudity and loves it, as if he can see into my very soul, and craves for more.

Flicking his eyes up to mine, briefly tormenting my inviting, quivering lips in a glance, he said, "I'm so hungry," his eyes once more rivet on my aching cunt, "I love having you for dinner. What should we order?"

A thousand dialogues from a hundred would-be suitors have never made me crave, yearn for a hard, fast fucking as he did with a mere look. "Whatever you desire" I respond as the server slides down our drinks and I take a long sip, gathering all the vitality I'd need for the evening.

"I know what I need in my mouth," he says grinding his teeth seductively.

"Oh my," I whisper under my breath as his lust-fuelled insinuation ignites a sexual volcano in my very soul.

"I am craving something sweet" he whispers in my ears as his hands slide through my inner thighs sluggishly inching closer to my soaked thong, making me literally hold my breath in anticipation. He gasps sharply as his fingers touch my sodden panties, making my head fall back into the booth cushion.

"Fuck!" he curses, swirling his thick fingers in my obscenely wet pussy and bringing it back to his raw lips for a slow lick.

"Mmm. Delicious, I might have found my favorite flavor," he beams, as my body shudders uncontrollably.

I know I shouldn't be with him; it is so wrong, I hardly know him. My mind concocts a score of reasons to not be here right now, but my heart, the heat in my body, and the incessant throbbing between my legs overrule any logic or reasoning.

"Want a taste?" He offers his fingers, staring at my trembling, luscious lips. I part my lips slightly bewitched, as he slides two fingers inside my inviting mouth. I suck his fingers greedily, swirling my tongue, tasting my sweet, sweet nectar. He rubs my lower lip with his thumb, making me moan as my teeth bite into his fingers hungrily.

"Fuck!" he curses again as his eyes darken with an insatiable appetite for my spicy body, finally ready to take a bite, having devoured it with his lusty eyes all evening. In a quick motion, he slides under the table, burying his head between my thighs. He bites my supple flesh as I bang my arms on the table and let out a loud moan, oblivious to the turning heads at the bar. He digs his tongue in my pussy, lapping my dripping juices with long, slow licks, moving closer and closer to my engorged clit. He rolls his tongue around my clit, sucking it eagerly as I moan, my eyes shut, neglecting the spectators. He hums softly into my pussy sending vibrations throughout my body, making my world fall apart as a powerful orgasm starts building in my belly. In a split second, his fingers are inside my pussy and his other hands are tugging at my tits over my dress, filling my entire body with shock waves, all erupting in my pussy simultaneously. An explosive orgasm envelops my body as I shudder and scream spasming around his thick fingers as he laps my juices gushing out of my cunt.

"Damn, you're delicious, I can eat you all night!" he exclaims, his fingers lingering on my rock-hard tits, toying playfully. Our eyes meet and all reluctance dissolves as I pull his collar and pull him into a passionate kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. He grabs my wrist and pulls me even closer to his body, as I feel his hardness pressing down on my squirming body. He finds the strings at the back of my dress and pulls it loose, as his lips suck on my neck, traveling down the valley. My body is a scalding hot mess as I feel the satin dress slide down my curves, exposing my bare breasts to anyone around. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growls as he takes my tits in his mouth, biting, pinching, and worshipping them alternately.

My body is floating in an endless, vast sea of euphoria as his fingers find my pussy again, rubbing them aggressively. I shriek loudly as another orgasm starts to build, much more rapidly this time. Shuddering uncontrollably, my body falls back against the wall as I hear footsteps approaching our booth. A few spectators even take a seat beside us, watching my body spasm in his strong arms as I moan and whimper, soaking his hands with my hot, sticky, nasty cum.

My body collapses on him, my arms pressed against his torso "I need to return the favor," I whisper. His fingers run through my long, back hair, grabbing my big, round ass.

"I know just the place where you can do that. Come on," he announces and leads me out of the club, calling for the valet. My tits are still almost vulnerable in my dress as the strap loosely hangs on the back. My cum is dripping down my long, shapely legs as we get in his car and end up at his place, a short drive away.

Being the lucky victim turns out to be much more enjoyable than hunting for one.