Amber walked past the lobby, ignoring the looks from the others, who smiled or nodded greeting.
Today she was a woman on a mission. Amber found a toilet and ducked in.
She lifted her skirt and pulled down her pantyhose and removed the little bit of lace that were panties. She ran a couple of fingers over the course hair and smiled to herself.
She had to be careful. She didn't want to be too wet, not just yet at least. Amber flattered her skirt so that the pleats sat just right. She looked down at her blouse and thought for a few seconds. She undid a button and judged. Nope not enough. She lifted her top off and placed her hand in her bra. She could feel her nipples harden against her cold hands. She thought 'well that's a bit better'. She juggled her boobs so that sat better in their cups. She put her top back on and undid two more buttons.
Amber smiled to herself as she thought of his face and what he would do when he seen her boobs just about to fall out of the top.
She went back to the lobby and looked around. A few businessmen took a double look and she smiled to them. One who was old enough to be her granddad even winked at her, she smiled at him and winked back. He almost ran into the glass door. Silly old codger Amber thought.
Her boots tapped on the tiles as she walked to the elevator.
Amber pressed the button to floor 4. As she was about to step in she caught a look at the person who was about to exist. She grabbed his arm, trying not to dig her nails into his arm. The door pinged shut and she caught a brief look in the mirrored wall as he slammed her against the wall. His hand was going up her skirt; she wondered what he would think when he found nothing there.
Liam's face was buried in her cleavage, his tongue licking and teasing her.
He bit the side of her breast lightly. He looked up to her, his eyes sparkling with want and need. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, she got her hands down to feel his pubes.
