"So, Dolly, your place or mine?" Billy asked.
"I was thinking somewhere here," I said, smiling.
"Oh," he said, a little surprised but very intrigued. He scanned the gallery with just his eyes. "Not too many private places around here."
I thought about it for a minute. Bathroom? No. Been there done that. Plus, it would be too crowded. The proverbial light bulb clicked on above my head. Ashley had an office somewhere in this place, I just wasn't sure where. I had only been to the gallery twice before that night, and that was during renovations. Anyways, I knew she had one, and you could be damn sure I was going to find it.
"I know where we can go," I said.
Billy smiled. "Lead the way."
As much as I wanted to lead him by the cock, I figured it might draw too much attention. Reluctantly, I let him go and grabbed his hand. His big hand engulfed mine as I led the way, snaking through the crowd. I made my way towards the back. Like Billy said, there wasn't much private real estate in the building. More than likely wherever the bathrooms were, Ashley's office would be nearby.
I looked over my shoulder at Billy. His gaze was focused on me, that ever-present smile slightly curving his luscious lips. It was like he was privy to some cosmic joke us mere mortals could never comprehend. Our eyes locked together, and he winked at me. I smiled as I looked ahead again, putting some pep in my step.
I was almost certain we were coming up to the bathrooms because of the long line of females. No matter what, there was always a line to the ladies' room. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see if there was a hallway or anteroom beyond the crowd. Unfortunately, standing on my tiptoes only gave me an inch and a half more height. So, basically, my short ass couldn't see shit.
We made it to the crowd of people, and I pushed my way through. Billy trailed close behind.
Come on, fortune. Give me a smile. Let her office be down here...
Much to my absolute delight, a hallway lay before us. And at the end, there was a door. I was so giddy I had to fight the urge to skip down the hallway. It was like I found the magical wardrobe to Narnia or something. I picked up my pace, dragging Billy with me.
As we got closer to the door, my giddiness dashed against the rocks. There was a fucking keypad lock on the door. I stood in front of the door, staring at the keypad, hoping maybe if I stared at it long enough it might open.
"Fuck," I said under my breath. I reached for the handle and turned it on the off chance that it might be unlocked. The handle moved but the door did not budge.
Billy chuckled behind me at my feeble attempt.
I turned around to look at him. "I had to try," I said.
"Well, you tried. So, unless you can miraculously guess the code out of the 10,000 possible combinations, let's go to my place," he said.
That made me think for a second. Ashley was a one-trick pony when it came to passwords. She tended to use one password for all her accounts and her birthdate for number passcodes. I probably could guess it. And rather quickly, too.
I figured I would take the opportunity to fuck with him. "Care to make a friendly wager?" I asked.
Billy raised an eyebrow. "What? That you can guess the code?" he asked.
"Yep," I answered.
Billy's next laugh was his signature, sly one. "You psychic now?" he asked.
I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay," he said. "Twenty bucks says you can't."
"Fifty bucks," I countered.
"Alright, Ms. Psychic, but you only get three tries," he added.
"You're on," I said.
Billy put his hand out and we shook on it.
I spun around on my heels, ready to make an easy fifty bucks. I rubbed my hands together. Okay, here we go. I punched in Ashley's birth month and day. The keypad flashed red, beeping loudly.
The next combo I punched in was her birth month, day, and year. The keypad did the same thing again.
"One more try, Ms. Psychic," Billy razzed me.
"I only need one more try," I told him, typing in what I was certain would be the correct code, her birth year.
The keypad flashed green, and the lock clicked open. I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
"Viola," I said as the door swung back on its hinges.
"Well, I'll be damned," Billy said, voice laced with amusement.
I smiled at him triumphantly, turning sideways to usher him into the office.
"So, you're really psychic?" he asked, walking forward.
"Perhaps," I answered.
Billy came to a stop before crossing the threshold and looked deep into my eyes. Immediately, I was lost in those beautiful, green irises. I had never known anyone who could put so much heat and passion into their stare. It made my knees weak.
He gave me a dangerous smile. "Then you know exactly what I'm going to do to you in there," he said, voice going even deeper.
Like my life flashing before my eyes, so many naughty images ran through my mind in a couple of seconds. If this was a movie, a montage of Billy and me in various sexual positions would have appeared on screen. In each one my moans would grow louder while Billy thrusts became more forceful. A chill ran through me, sending every hair on the back of my neck upright while simultaneously causing a flood in my panties.
Between that statement and the look in his eyes, I forgot how to talk. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.
Billy laughed slyly as he walked into the office with me following eagerly behind. I shut the door and locked it, praying silently that my sister didn't come barging in anytime soon. I turned around and Billy was there, standing directly in front of me. Before I could react, his lips met mine. He kissed me as he used his body to press me up against the door.
His hands went to my shoulders then ran down my arms to my wrists. He raised my arms from my side and above my head. He kept hold of my wrists, pinning them to the door. He thrust his knee between my legs, grazing my pussy with his thigh. Even over my jeans the sensation made me gasp in his mouth.
Our tongues intertwined like silk ribbons, exploring the depths of each other's mouths with fervor and skill. That deep, French kissing where time seems to stand still as you indulge in the dance of each other's tongues, savoring your shared raw passion and primal hunger. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating connection we had as our lips melded in ecstasy.
Billy shifted my left wrist to his left hand so he could free his right hand to slip under my shirt. His big hand held both my wrists effortlessly. He pulled my bra down enough to expose my nipple. He used the pad of his thumb to softly rub circles over my nipple. Soft moans involuntarily escaped my throat. My clit throbbed, aching to be touched.
I bent my knees until I was straddling his thigh. Billy kept holding my wrists but allowed my body to slide down the door enough, so my arms weren't straining in his grip. My swollen clit felt so good pressed against his muscular thigh. I started grinding my pussy on his leg as he continued caressing my nipple.
"I'm...going...to...cum...," I managed to get out between breaths.
Billy pulled back enough to look into my eyes. "Do it, baby. Cum for me. Keep grinding that needy pussy on my thigh. I want to feel you soak through your jeans."
No sooner than he finished that sentence, than I finished, too. I went still for a second, enjoying the orgasm, shaking against his body.
Billy growled deep in his chest. "Good girl." Then he gave me a quick peck on the lips.
I licked my lips, smiling. Billy smiled back, letting go of my wrists. My arms fell to my side lifelessly as I kept myself propped up against the door. Billy turned around, walking further into the room.
"So, what kind of trouble can we get into in here," Billy replied, looking around the room.
I wondered that myself and looked around with him. To the right set a fancy desk, antique by the look of it, and expensive. The chair behind it was even fancier. Two large cherry wood bookshelves framed the desk on either side of the wall, filled mostly with art books and some expensive tchotchkes. Straight across from the desk was a wet bar with not only a mini fridge but a wine fridge as well.
"Very decadent," I said, mostly to myself. I wasn't bitter or anything. I was happy my sister was doing so well. It just seemed like indulgence overkill. Way too bourgeois for my taste. Then I spotted something on the back wall that made me change my tune...a big, comfy couch.
