The elevator door had barely closed when she pulled me close.  Her hand behind my back. Her mouth against mine.  Pressing firmly.  Lips against mine.  Kissing me.  Her mouth moved down my neck onto my collar bone.  Then back against my ear.  Whispering….I want you. 

It was a glass elevator.  There is nothing I would like more than to be fucked in one.  She knew this.  Her hand moved along my neck, tracing my collar bone.  Down to where my corset met my breasts.  She slipped her hand inside, grasping my breast.  Moving her mouth down, pulling at the fabric, exposing my breast.  Taking it in her mouth.  Tongue flicking…then sucking.  I heard myself gasp.  Then eventually exhale shakily.  Gasping again, but catching.  My knees buckling…feeling so incredibly weak in the knees.  I grasp her neck, feeling my nails in her flesh, pushing my head back against the cold, hard glass.

The door opened.  We had arrived on our floor.  Flushed…. I righted myself, grabbing her hand as I exited.  And flashed her a coy grin.

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