I'm new to this forum. This is a short story, but I'm still serializing it in short bits to meet the six-post requirement.

Caitlin I
(1 of 6)

Caitlin looked at herself in the mirror. A thrill went through her as she looked at how the dress hugged her body like a second skin. The stretch fabric clung to her so closely that she could easily see the round knobs of her nipples, the slight indentation of her navel, and a clear line where her minimal thong circled her waist. Caitlin hesitated, then reached down and slipped the g-string off. Smoothing her dress again, Caitlin admired herself in the glass, thinking of the impression she would make at the club. Silky black hair caressed her bare shoulder blades, and framed a perfect, oval face. Rich red lipstick glistened on her full mouth, and arching brows and long lashes accented her startlingly green eyes. The straps of the white halter dress were set wide, with a low scoop neckline revealing the tops of her ample bosom. A thin silver chain circled her neck, drawing her eyes to the deep cleavage where a fiery opal dangled. Below her full but firm bosom, the dress curved in with her slender waist and out over her rounded hips and buttocks, the archtypical hourglass figure. Below the mid-thigh hem Caitlin's smooth, shapely legs competed for attention with her chest. Strappy three-inch stillettos held her feet and completed the picture. Caitlin's driver's licence, at tube of lipstick, several fifties, and her house key filled the tiny purse that she hung over her shoulder on a thin cord.

 

Caitlin I
(2 of 6)

Satisfied, Caitlin switched off the lights and locked her apartment behind her. She had no trouble getting a cab, and even less trouble getting into the club, although a long line streched down the sidewalk from the jealously guarded door. Once inside Caitlin could feel the pulse of the music, and sense the eyes on her despite the dim light. The attention made her think of the panties on the floor of her apartment and brought a warmth to the space between her legs.

Heading to the bar, Caitlin found a bar stool and ordered a vodka martini. Sipping her drink, Caitlin surveyed the crowded club. Beautiful women in slinky club-wear and handsome or rich (or both) men reflected the prejudices of the door guards - and the owners - and defined the reputation of the club. The dance floor was packed with figures moving to the incessant beat of the music, swaying with a sexual energy that was almost palpable. Finishing her drink Caitlin ordered another, got up and moved towards the dance floor. Several men asked her to dance, but Caitlin was only interested in watching the sweaty couples, each focused only on each other and the throbbing music.

 

Caitlin I
(3 of 6)

As she watched, another figure moved close and put a hand on her arm, asking her to dance. Caitlin was about to refuse again, but something about him changed her mind. Good looking but not the handsomest man in the club, this one exuded an energy and an intensity that she had never seen before. His grey eyes pinned her to the spot and held her there while they made an appreciative survey of her body. Without another word he took her unfinished martini and drained the glass before setting it on a table and drawing her onto the dancefloor. Caitlin followed as if hypnotized, not even protesting the loss of her drink.

No one would say she was unconscious on the floor, however, as her body moved with the music. Wrapped in her white dress, Caitlin in motion was hotter than any erotic dancer making love to a bar pole. Caitlin could see that she was putting her own spell on the grey-eyed man and smiled to herself. When he circled her waist with his arms and drew her to him she put her arms around his neck and leaned against his chest. He held her against him and they danced with their legs between each others. Caitlin felt his thigh rub against her loins through the thin fabric of their clothes, and felt him harden where he pressed against her belly. After a while, by wordless agreement they left the dancefloor and made their way back towards the bar.

 

Caitlin I
(4 of 6)

Grey-eyes ordered a Manhattan and another Martini for her. Intoxicated already by the dance, Caitlin downed her drink in a half-dozen swallows, the alcohol adding a fire in her belly to the one in her loins. Ordering her another drink, Grey-eyes led her to a cushy chair that had just been vacated in the lounge section of the club. Sitting down he pulled her over the arm of the chair and onto his lap. Legs drapped over the chair arm, Caitlin's arm was around his shoulders. Looking into his eyes, she reached up an kissed him. As their mouths joined and their tongues met Caitlin felt his hand on her inner thigh. She didn't even notice when the waiter set her drink on the table by the chair. Their kiss continued as his hand found and stroked her second set of lips. Lubricated by her flowing juices, his fingers slid into her with ease.

 

Very good so far

 

Caitlin I
(5 of 6)

Breaking the kiss, Grey-eyes stirred his Manhattan with his fingers and took a long drink. Finding her own drink, Caitlin gulped down a large mouthful, even though she already felt lightheaded from the vodka she had already drunk. As she put the glass down Caitlin felt his hands on her waist, lifting her up. Readily cooperating as he repositioned her, Caitlin's knees sank into the soft chair as she straddled his lap. She wrapped her arms around his head as his lips caressed her bosom. Between her legs she felt his bulge straining until his hand unzipped his trousers and released it against her crotch. Overcome with desire, all inhibitions lost, she thrust her hips against his, taking him deep inside her. Dimly, Caitlin saw people watching as she moved against him, but then his lips found hers again and she was lost in their double joining. Sensations spreading from her loins overwhelmed her as she came, so that she didn't even notice as he too released into the depths of her, and she collapsed limply against his chest.

 

Caitlin I
(6 of 6)

Rousing, Caitlin found herself alone in the soft chair, with several people staring at her. The alcohol was making her head spin now, but somehow she found her way to the door and managed to get a cab back to her apartment. Locking the door Caitlin fell into bed without undressing and passed out.

In the morning, head throbbing with a massive hang-over, Caitlin couldn't remember how she got home, or what had happened at the club. Stumbling into the bathroom she noticed the crusted fluids dripped down her thigh, and memory of the grey-eyed man and the night's passion came flooding back. Still, she could not remember him leaving her afterwards - and she never did get his name. Contradictory emotions warred in her head as she showered, and then a slow smile lit her face as it hit her: the perfect zip-less fuck; Erica Jong would be proud.

 

Caitlin I
(7 of 6)

Cleaning up later that day she found the scrap of paper. Slipped neatly into her tiny purse, it had only three words:

I'll call you.

<< End >>

Thanks for reading! Please tell me what you think of this little story.

 

I loved it

 

I liked it! And it's a great way to meet the 6 post requirement.