Stormy nights bring out the most mischievous thoughts in the mistress. There's something about the tension and the fear, the collision of the atmosphere. Mistress is a woman of power and finds storms very erotic. Her thoughts stir as the thunder cracks in the night. The sultry feel of the air warms her skin yet somehow terrifies her. These are the nights when she is at her very best. The breeze blows soft rain through her thick raven black hair dampening it. The mistresses green eyes glimmer with the thoughts of what is to come, she has waited so long for another storm like this. The last one she remembers was nearly a year before, and she licks her lips with the memory of that wonderful night.
He saw her walk gracefully into the dimly lit bar and immediately his mouth watered. Their eyes locked and he nearly winced from the intensity of her gaze. Her features were so striking a strong feminine jawline was outlined with perfect midnight curls. The deep sensuous green of her eyes had Gavin mesmerized. Gavin had to lock his jaw to keep it from hitting the floor as she sauntered up to where he was seated at the bar nursing his watered down Jack Daniels.
Mistress found him almost immediately. He was sitting at the bar sipping something she assumed had been there for a while. He was perfect. Mistress had to stop herself from smiling as she caught him holding back his reaction of shock as he realized she was approaching him. He looked to be just over 6' with unkempt sandy brown hair that hung just past his ears. His eyes were set back and of a gentle gold color but what really had her was the smile that radiated as she got close. She returned his warm smile with one of her own and a subtle bat of her long dark lashes.
Gavin eased as the beautiful stranger slipped onto a bar stool next to him. Her smile was wide and friendly with a touch of class. He reached out and gently took her hand and kissed it a bit afraid that he was being too forward. She blushed girlishly and giggled as he lowered her hand back to the bar. He opened his mouth and in a deep masculine voice informed her that his name is Gavin. Her voice was sultry and full of stormy femininity as she replied, "It's nice to meet you Gavin, my name is Sonya."Sonya, Gavin thought, an angel with a name that fits her perfectly. The sound of her voice had Gavin anxious for each syllable she uttered.
Sonya and Gavin fell into a lull of talking, growing comfortable, and getting to know each other. The thought that Gavin was perfect for the night crossed Sonya's mind many times throughout their conversation. She fluttered her fingertips gently against his cheek and smiled when he shivered from the touch of her porcelain skin. Mistress knew he would be hers tonight.
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