The muse had a show in the city and we went to town early so I could get my gift shopping done. I had dressed for walking - the clothes he had chosen for me to wear that evening were tucked inside my bag so I could change before the show. Later, alone in the basement of the club, I would trade my jeans and t-shirt for a leopard print dress, black seamed stockings, knee length high heel boots and a gold wrap to prevent me from freezing to death.
I emerged from the basement and saw him sitting at a table across the room talking with two other men. At the sound of the door he turned his head. I watched him as he took his creation in, slowly looking me up and down in a manner I would have called leering had it been unwelcome. His eyes gleamed his approval and my breath caught in my throat. In that moment I would have done anything, anything for the chance to walk over to him, pull his face to mine for a hard kiss on the mouth and looking into his eyes sink to my knees in front of him, pull his cock from his pants and slowly begin stroking it, eyes locked on his with my cheek resting on his thigh until finally I softly brush my lips against the tip of his cock, circle the head with my tongue and then take all of him in at once, sucking hard and with long deep strokes, not caring who saw, while he grabbed fistfuls of my hair in his hands and leaned back in his seat, watching me suck him until he finally exploded in my mouth, his hot come soothing the back of my battered throat when I swallowed it...
I would have but I couldn't, so instead, with soaked panties, I made my way over and joined the group at the table, smiling what I hoped was demurely and pretending I didn't notice the way he'd just looked at me.
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