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NAKED TRUTH
To go heavy or to go light? That is the question. Well, considering I haven't stepped out of the house in two weeks, I think I deserve heavy. Heavy it is. It takes me a good two hours to apply, apply and apply. By the time I slap on some lipstick, I look like something out of a magazine. Cover girl stuff! Now, to raid the closet. What am I even going to wear? This is the part I hate about playing dress-up - looking for the dress to up. I have the cute pleated skirt I bought a while back. I could pair it with some things highs and a knitted jersey. Who the hell wears a jersey to a club, though? I DO! And I look cute doing it! Final check. I look amazing! I grab my bag and head out, requesting an Uber. The driver arrives just as I make it downstairs. "Looking incredible, Nkosazana," Themba, the security guard, compliments me. I blush, giving him a twirl. I thank him, blowing a kiss in his direction. He wishes me a good night as I walk out. I hope the driver isn't one of those talkative ones – I'm not in the mood to hold a conversation right now. Thankfully, he just greets and focuses on the road. The next fifteen minutes feel like a breeze as we make our way to the heart of Sandton. We arrive at the destination. I thank him as I slide out,giving him a solid 5-star rating. He tells me to be safe before driving off. Sweet. I make my way in, a bit of exaggeration to my step. The looks I'm getting tell a story of a hot ghel! I press the top floor and ride the elevator all the way up. The doors open and I'm welcomed by ear-piercing music. "Ngingene namaGents estokisisni Bangbuzukuthi ngephethe malini? Ngezwa kukhal’uthililili Ngezwa kukhal’uthililili Ngingene namaGents estokisisni Bangbuzukuthi ngephethe malini? Ngezwa kukhal’uthililili Bathi asenz’ifilimi Thililili, thiyiyiyi Ey bathi asenz’ifilimi Asenz’ifilimi..." My eyes move around with intention. We know what we’re looking for and we know it’s here. I spot him in the corner, VIP section,smoking a cigar - his poison. Back straight, chest out, head high and strong and legs? One in front of the other... Thank goodness for the squat sessions, my ass is popping! My skirt also lends a hand to the imagination of whoever is behind me. Our eyes lock; he smirks. He sees me. No, like he sees me! I walk past the VIP section, towards the back where there's more privacy. I can feel him. He's following me. Probably has that stupid boyish look on his face. Let's see if he'll have that look once I'm done with him... ••• "You're quite the catch," I say, seductively slinkering towards him. He sucks in a breath, smirking in the process, an attempt to hide the fact that I know how to get to him. His eyes travel my body, undressing me, eager to ravish me in one go. I don't want to play this out any longer; I've missed him. Two weeks is a very long timewithout his magic hands playing me. Without wasting any time, I bend down, grab the back of his neck and pull him in for an aggressive kiss. He groans, pulling me to straddle him as he returns the kiss with as much urgency, if not more. As our lips continue to explore each other, I reach below and begin to work his belt. He grunts, helping me do away with his belt. It's not long before his pants reach his ankles and the only thing between us is the thin material of my thong and his briefs. Forget the other material between us; the most important ones are almost all out of the way. Our lips are still locked, hungrily feeding off of each other. I moan when I feel a sting on my ass. Oh, that's one thing he enjoys doing a lot. It's like he has no regard for my fragile skin at times. But, what daddy wants, daddy can do! I reach down and take his cock in my hand and begin to stroke him. He's already alive, firm as a column. "Fuuuuck," he whimpers, in my mouth. Got him! His briefs join his pants and I waste no time as I push my thong to the side and slide down the pole. He pulls back. I open my eyes and study his face. His eyes are shut and his lips are twisted. He whispers a young what the fuck as I begin to work him. I usually say the first round belongs to him; even if he doesn't make me reach the stars here, I know he's definitely going to make up for it. The feel of our skin getting reacquainted is the best sensation. ...and then it happens, he cries out, eyes still shut, and I feel the searing hot liquid inside of me. He sucks in a breath before crying out again as he makes sure he's emptied all of him in me. I chuckle with satisfaction. Just like that! I slowly pull my hips back, and as always, he curses as we part. I don't wait for him to open his eyes, I slip into the bathroom to wipe myself. I bring him a warm towel to rid himself of our evidence. "Fire pussy," he says, as I wipe him. I giggle. I know. He pulls me to his lap and attacks my mouth. "I've missed you," he confesses. My lips curve up into a smile. I pull back and look into his eyes. He means it, I can tell. He hardly ever confesses his emotions but when he does, boy, oh boy! "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?" –I shake my head– "you look breathtaking. You stole the show when you walked in." "You're such a charmer. Thank you, baby." "How was home?" he asks. Home... That's a subject I don't want to talk about. "It was good. Mom was happy to see me, I guess." I shrug. You can never really tell with that woman. "But I don't want to talk about my trip, I want to talk about you and me... or maybe not talk at all," I add. His smile reaches his eyes before he pounces on my lips. I guess we're not talking. I don't mind. I actually prefer it this way.