He was impossible not to notice in his tailored white dress shirt, the top casually unbuttoned to hint at a savagely masculine frame underneath. It hung on him with the same perfect ease that he also wore his confidence. My breath stilled as our eyes met across the lounge, and his sensual mouth tilted up in an arrogant, knowing smirk. His Italian leather shoes clicked on the floor as he threaded over to me. "Dance with me," he said, and it was more of a command than a question. If there was a hint of a question, it was rhetorical.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he pulled me up to my feet from the lounge chair and calmly, but firmly, led me to the dance floor.
Drawing me around so that I was facing away from him, he grabbed my hips and slowly started rocking against me to the music, in a not-so-subtle mimicry of some other not-so-innocent activities. I felt a familiar tingle start between my legs as his hands moved lower, and felt his response start in the crotch of his custom made pants. Encouraging him, I gently pressed my ass up more firmly up to him, grinding sensually, and gasped as I felt him harden to his full, huge length. Tracing his fingers up my side to my neck, he brushed my hair to one side.
"You like this, don't you?" He whispered in my ear. His bite on the nape of my neck was timed exactly to a finger discreetly entering me, slowly starting to pulse in and out. I squeak and attempt to pull away, but his other hand is firmly around my waist. "Oh no no, you're not going anywhere," he whispers in my ear. "Don't worry. They can't see what a wet little slut you are." He grunts in approval as his fingers circle my clit, feeling my wetness. My vision blurs and I hold on to him tightly as he increases the pace of his digit, his rock hard cock still grinding into me, full of promises.
I whimper as I feel my nipples harden and my pussy juices start running down my legs from his ministrations.
He chuckles, pulling out his finger and turning me around, gently inserts it between my lips. I slowly start sucking it, tasting my juices. "I think that's enough for now," he breathes as he takes my hand. "We don't want you to make a mess on the dance floor, do we? Could be a trip hazard."
He pulls me from the floor into the elevator. We are the only ones in it. I'm that small space it feels like his presence takes up too much room.
"32 floors down" he says, grinning wickedly as he presses the button for the lobby. "What shall we ever do in that time?"
He tugs me to him, kissing me deeply. Biting my lip as he pulls away, he spins me around.
"Look at yourself" he says, positioning me so I can see the entire length of my body in the mirrored walls of the elevator. "Look at what a horny little girl you are..."
One hand slides down my dress, cupping a breast, and the other simultaneously pulls up my skirt, and the same digit enters my pussy. His hand pushes the fabric around my top away, and he kneads my breast, pinching the nipple and tweaking it. Another finger slides into my pussy and I moan louder. I start protesting as a third starts sliding into me.
"Oh no darling," he says nonchalantly. "You're going to need this when you see how big and thick my cock is. Now look at yourself."