She Had Watched Through The Glass Door

Kayla’s head was bursting as she stormed out of the building. She had just seen one of the raunchiest sex scenes of her life, and it was acted live by her boyfriend and one of her friends. She had watched through the glass door of the bathroom for about five minutes as Dan banged the hell out of Trisha, her partner in the office. He was doing it so well, she was not turned only because of the fury building up in her. She didn’t have the energy to fight, so she just left the room as they were about to leave the bathroom. She also did so to avoid the ‘It’s not what you think’ explanation that could come up.
She had planned to spend the night in his place, but now she will just have to bear with a long, lonely night of agony. As she sat in the cab, she was almost running mad with thoughts of why Dan would cheat on her, with her work partner for that matter. She had been in the car less than ten minutes when she asked the driver to pull over in front of a bar. She doesn’t drink outdoors, but this night will have to be an exemption.
After more than a few shots and a hectic time shoving off the perching guys in the bar, she made to leave the bar; quite inebriated. It was pretty dark by the time she got outside. The city was bubbling with loud music filling the streets from bars and clubs. Sexily dressed ladies and guys walked up and down as the nightlife was in full blow. She marveled at the beauty of the city, caused by the wonderful illumination from the buildings. She could as well enjoy this night before facing Dan and Trisha in the morning.
She headed towards the clubs where the songs were coming from, stopping in front of one that played Rihanna’s Work. She just loved that song. She twerks to it for Dan when trying to get him in the mood for hot sex. She knows he can’t resist the shakes and claps of her ass. She went into the club -Passion- to catch some of the fun before going home.
She had been in the club less than ten minutes, sitting and trying to settle into the atmosphere when a really cute guy walked up to her.
“Please...dance with me sweetie?”
“No thank you. I’m just here to relax”
The guy walked away into the dancing crowd only to return after about five minutes.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna have some fun?
“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” she said smiling.
“Not from a sexy queen like yourself”
She gave in, took his warm hand and followed him to the floor. They danced, slowly at first before the alcohol in her took over and she started doing some of the moves she would not ordinarily do. He was a really good dancer too, with dope moves that were quickly making her forget her worries, but she was still maintaining a gap between them.
They had been dancing for some minutes when he spun her into his arms. The feel of his strong, warm arms against her sent tremors through her body, reminding her of how she wished to spend her night with Dan before the scene she witnessed. She felt herself slowly warming up from the contact with this stranger. She began to dance closer to him, allowing him to touch and hold her in sensitive places.
She got so carried away with the dance and touches that she almost forgot about the dance which was fast becoming erotic and anticipated the next touch he will deliver. He gently moved her from within the crowd to the wall close to the entrance of the club. She barely heard the song on the speaker as she writhed under his touch. She moaned as his hand moved from her waist to the side of her left breast. She had stopped dancing and their bodies were moving together in unison as he ground her against the wall.
It must be the alcohol, because she is a shy person normally. She was dancing erotically and is getting turned on with a total stranger; she doesn’t even know his name and she’s already in his control. She would do anything he asks of her now.
He sensed that he had her under his control. He moved his hand over her thigh, grabbing her ass, she moaned into his neck.
“Let’s go somewhere more private” he whispered into her ear.
She felt her legs move to follow him before her brain could think otherwise. She shouldn’t be doing this but she’s not about to stop. She could only watch as he led her out of the club and into his car.