Chapter 3: The Apartment
The walk to the apartment goes much faster this time, but as we enter the lift and the doors slowly shut behind us I can't resist a quick passionate kiss to help keep our fires burning. I move over to you and reach my arms up and around your neck, pulling you in close. Your hands massage their way down my back, lifting and slipping under my skirt to caress my ass, spreading the cheeks ever so slightly and sliding your fingers down the warm crevice. I'm pressed against the lift walls as you stroke my soft lips with the tips of your fingers, gently pulling and prying them apart. I can feel your cock growing for me as you slide your tongue around my mouth. The lift shudders to a stop and I push you away, satisfied I've added to both our desires.
When we reach your apartment you fumble with the card in the door, trying to open it as quickly as possible but only making it take longer; it's a turn on to see you want me so badly. As we enter, as my eyes adjust to the low light I survey the room. There is a very inviting king-sized bed on one side of the room; a massive bathroom, with a large spa bath, lies on the other. Between the two are floor--to-ceiling windows looking out at the bright lights of the city below.
I put down my hand-bag and walk to the window, staring out, transfixed by the bright lights. I hear you softly approach and stand behind me; you slide your hands over my wrists, up my arms and over my shoulders. They snake down the front of my shirt, slowly tracing a path across the tops of my breasts to finally cup them; my heart rate quickens as you give each a firm squeeze as if you're testing the ripeness of fruit.
"I'm going to take my time with you baby, you'll be my little toy for now."
You brush the hair away from my neck and kiss it gently as you lay out the rules of our impending game.
I remain silent and still as you move to unbutton my shirt very slowly. I lean back into you, resting my head on your collar -bone as you pull my shirtsleeves down over my arms and toss the shirt towards the bed behind you. You turn my face up to yours for another heated kiss, your tongue delving into my mouth, whilst you guide my hands up above my head onto the window pane. Left with only lace between you and my warm breasts you lean me forward as you unclasp my bra, moving my arms out one at a time and replacing them on the glass. I'm left naked from the waist up; I moan quietly leaning further to the glass, resting my forehead against the cool window. I twist my neck to look back at you from under my arm; unsure what to expect but enjoying the slow sensual lead up. You're standing, stroking the bulge in your jeans, watching me silhouetted against the window.
You step closer and stroke the length of my back, light fingers tracing their way from the nape of my neck down my spine to the top of my skirt. A shiver passes through me; my nipples harden. You reach around to un-zip my skirt and let it fall around my feet, bending down to help me step out of it. As you stand, you run your hands up my thighs and over my ass to rest on my hips. All this touching is driving me insane; I can feel the heat from my lips as they swell and the squelch of juice as my pussy gasps for attention.
"Don't move," you whisper and I feel you step away. I remain, naked, hands up against the panes of glass looking at the streets below.
I know you've returned when I feel your hands on my hips, your warm, hard cock pressed against my skin; I want to wrap my hand around it but I remain leaning on the glass waiting for the next silent instruction. You run your lips across my shoulders and stop at the nape of my neck to bite at it softly. Your hand reaches around to caress my breasts, twisting and pulling at the nipples. I can feel your chest against my back and your cock twitching against my ass. I wonder how long this can go on before you give me what I want, what I need; I know you want it too. You pull away and scoop my hair up from my back and place it over my shoulder to hang over my breasts.
The sudden shock of cold fluid trickling down my back makes me arch forward, my ass jutting out towards you reflexively. I feel it run slowly down my spine.
"Move your feet apart, baby," you whisper in my ear.
I shift my position and you add more liquid. I can feel it slipping down my back towards my ass, spilling down between my cheeks. It slides across my puckered hole and along my pussy lips, dripping to the floor. I can't believe how these simple movements are turning me on so much. I suck in my breath and for the first time realise what the liquid is. The unmistakable aroma of my favourite play time addition fills my nostrils: Baby Oil!
You pour it across both my shoulders; it spills down my back and breasts. You turn me around to face you, pulling my hands down and clasping them behind my back. I lean my head against the glass and push my hips forward so as not to ruin the streams of oil flowing down my body. You watch as the oil snakes its way down my chest, threading in-between my breasts, pooling in my navel and running down my pussy to my thighs. You add more oil and watch the cascade. I lower my eyes to your cock and watch it twitch as the oil cascades down my body.
"Are you enjoying the show?" I ask softly, not wanting your attention to be drawn away from my body. I love the feeling of your eyes on me.
