I feel lonely

         Definitely, we would be able to sieve out the most likely people to be lonely here. Clinton, who his loneliness was shortened relating the company he had at the club and Michelle, who didn't come out for the night party stayed indoor for the night. Her loneliness for the night would have been reduced if only she tried to step on the clubbing floor. She would probably find someone that would keep her company as she didn't look bad as a lady. She had her own kind of beauty and so did each of them. Even the ugly ones without any reasonable body alignment would get someone to talk to them not to mention Michelle who had eventually good number of what was required to make a lady pretty within and outside. 

She stayed in her room and was trying to arrange stuffs before she noticed that the time for the clubbing had gone far. She decided to just stay back instead of going there unprepared to mess things up. She even took that time to rest as she didn't have a soft day. She slept severally and when she wasn't able to continue with the sleep, she decided to walk round the guess house and get conversant with certain areas as that was the first time she was being there. If one had actually see her or noticed her, the person might think that she had a hidden plan to execute, probably trying to sneak into someone's room for a quickie or something more than that. She roped herself in a light night gown, so light that the shadows of her undies would be faintly seen and she was braless. She had a really nice and bigger breast more than another person among them. Walking around braless made the breast to shake without coordination. The moment she was walking round, only few persons were outside probably doing one thing or the other. She walked back to their apartment after some moments of sighting. She couldn't just go back to her room and face another period of boredom so, sequel to that, he wondered whose room she would step in, who else if not Clinton's. Bruno already had a company and so had his brother too. The best option became to step into Clinton's room.

      "Yes, who's there?" Clinton shouted as he was already prepared to get some sleep.

      " It's Michelle, can I come in?" she asked with a calm voice waiting to be replied with the same effect.

Clinton walked up to the door and opened it himself because he had locked it to sleep off.

     "Come in darling, you aren't sleeping yet".

     "I didn't go for the party so, I have been sleep for a long time", she notified Clinton.

      "Oh I see, you can stay here if you don't mind", he assured her.

     " thank you boss, with a little smile on her face, so, how was the party?" she throw up the question as a point of initiating a conversation.

At that moment, Clinton started to narrate what he encountered during the party, how a certain girl like that came to sit with him. See Michelle's full attention as Clinton was narrating his ordeals. Her attention ran through a lot of things, she actually admired Clinton secretly and couldn't own up to tell me. Maybe she felt at the moment that the fate of being in a closed wall just the both of them will give her the courage to act really quick and brave. She was at the same time paying attention to what Clinton was narrating and would smile at some point to signify that she was following.

       " what's her name… the name of the girl that sat with you?" she asked just to perpetuate the fact that she was paying attention.

      "Thought I've mentioned it earlier", he asked even shocked that she couldn't recall.

      " sorry, I forgot it so quick dear", she apologized.

      "Ok, her name is Alexia...hope you don't forget again", he teased her as both laughed smoothly.

Their discussion went far and still further, to the extent that Michelle started catching feelings even before Clinton realized it. She started moving closer to Clinton as they talked but Clinton also allowed her because at that moment, Clinton was also high and under influence of alcohol too. Maybe she noticed and wanted to use that at her own advantage. She got too close that she rested her head on his shoulder and received the permission as Clinton rubbed her head. Clinton became so obsessed with her body that she didn't hold himself back as his hands moved carelessly over her laps. She took his hands and placed it on her breast, that was a pure signal that she wanted to make out with him. Clinton wasn't that observant and sensitive because he wasn't used to those stuffs. His hands found themselves squeezing and caressing Michelle's breast and then, one hand exited the caressing of the upper side and rather came down. He smuggled his hands deep down her pussy and fingered her clitoris. She wanted more than that as she stood up and stripped herself naked. Clinton said to her amidst pity: " we shouldn't be doing this, I'm sorry, I can't continue" and then, he went to the bathroom leaving her stranded.