Chapter 01: The Elevator Ride
Vickie strode with purpose across the parking lot heading toward the bright lights which illuminated the entrance.
'What have I gotten myself into?'
she laughed at herself. The ride that had brought her here was now but a distant dream as the warm summer breeze lightly caressed her naked skin.
Walking under the overhang she was thankful it was late.
'Well not really late, but at 3 a.m., really early in the morning.'
The doorman was no where to be seen.
Her eyes glanced nervously.
'Hopefully he left when the bars closed.'
As her hand reached to push on the revolving door a thought raced across her mind making her legs quiver.
'What if I got stuck in here and had to wait for someone to get me out.'
But the doors spun freely in a counter clockwise direction and she stepped through letting out a sigh of relief. She paused for a moment to get her bearings, looking around the lobby. The lobby appeared empty. Another sigh and then...
'There he is!'
her pupils began to dilate. Her nipples hardened. Pussy needed filling.
He was leaning against a pillar near the elevators. With his wavy hair and full reddish blonde beard and the thin brown leather suspenders drawing the eye to the V shape of his upper body shielded only by his tattooed forearms folded across his well defined chest.
'god he looked so... what was the word girls use nowadays...Oh yeah, Lumbersexual."
Her tongue ran slowly across across her slightly parted lips.
She loved how his light blue silk shirt matched the color of his eyes.
Then she became intensely aware of the fact that between her and him lay the front desk. The front desk.
'What if I get caught?'
But from her vantage point she could not see the clerk.
Nothing would stop her from getting to her man. Her bare feet padding silently led her across the hotel's cold travertine tile floor daring the clerk to look. She finally spotted him. Head down, focused on work or sleeping. Totally unaware of her presence let alone her lack of attire. That is, except for the black feathered mask covering her face. He had chosen it specifically for this occasion. A raven. The trickster. How fitting.
She did not hurry but continued to undress him with her eyes as he felt the bulge pressing against his dress slacks. Playfully she cupped her hands around her breasts, pointing them in his direction.
"I want to fuck you."
Jeff lipped silently while simultaneously pressing the up button on the elevator.
The loud ding marked the arrival of the elevator and as the door opened she walked proudly through. His hands around her waist Jeff hoisted Vickie up her back in the corner, her feet perched on the hand rail. Reaching up she grabbed ahold of the ceiling grate while sliding her legs along the hand rail allowing them to spread ever wider. Pushing the button for the top floor Jeff turned and began devouring her delicious pussy with his mouth and tongue. All she could do was moan. That was until the elevator made an unexpected stop.
Hearing the ding. Vickie open her eyes expecting to see the number 35 illuminating above the elevator doors, indicating their floor.
Instead a glowing 23 glared back.
'23'!
She froze momentarily hoping Jeff had accidentally hit the wrong button.
This was a wrong assumption for as the door parted a nicely dressed couple, perhaps in their mid forties stepped in. Vickie could see that the woman was flabbergasted. She stood staring her jaw dropped. The man's eyes roamed. From Vickie's shapely legs, protruding out across the hand rail. Up her body stopping to stare at her breasts. Then looking past the mask and into her eyes. It seemed like eternity before they both slowly turned to face the closing door, the sounds of Jeff not stopping for this intrusion, slurping behind them.
The woman leaned into her companion and whispered.
"I'll have what she's having!"
Vickie continued on her way to an orgasm of epic proportions when the elevator stopped on the 34th floor long enough for the couple to exit. By then Vickie was breathing fast, her hands rubbing her breasts as her fingers lightly squeezed her nipples. The man turned for one last look as Vickie screamed out in ecstasy and the doors closed.
Moments later the elevator arrived at the penthouse. Jeff silently rose, flicking his tongue up her abdomen, across her belly button, (an innie), and straight up her breasts and nipples. Stopping briefly to suckle them as he lowered her back down to the floor.
