Yearning to feel the length and girth of his cock, I turned enough to allow my hand to be able to trace him from the tip, down the hilt to his balls. Inhaling deeply, a long moan passed his lips with his exhale. Suddenly his cock was free of its confines and my hands were encircling it, feeling the engorged tip, with its collar of soft folds. As my fingers grasped the girth, I slid them along it's length, gently twisting back and forth. For an instant, he froze in ecstasy. Lowering my mouth, my lips parted to allow him inside. My tongue teased its tip and it twitched when my lips tightened.
My panties lay on the floor. I spread my legs to allow his hand space to explore the folds of my pussy. Using my wetness for lubricant, his finger entered my special place. It gently moved in and out while moving in tiny circles. A second finger joined the first and together they brushed the clitoris and swollen button. My mind was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy and endorphins. I ached for him to fill me with his hard cock. As if hearing my screaming thoughts, he grasped my hips and positioned me facing the smoked glass of the mirror. My hands gripped the cold, metal bar and my breath fogged my view.
Playing with my throbbing pussy lips, he rubbed back and forth, covering the tip with my wetness. Straining to hasten what I anticipate would be a tsunami of pleasure, I arched my back, raising my ass. His cock accepted my welcome and I felt the tip slip between my folds. As its head pressed into my pussy, the first orgasm tightened the walls and gripped his cock causing his eyes to close and his chiseled jaw to tense. As his thrusts intensified, my orgasms began coming- each one more intense than the last. His strong hands gripped my hips, moving them to match his quickening pace. As he fully entered, each time rubbing against my electrified channel, I heard my voice plead for him not to stop. My fingers tightened their grip on the hand rail as I felt him getting close to his own climax. Thrusts were lifting my feet off the floor...
The ding of the elevator snapped my eyes open as the door opened to the third floor. The smell of his cologne faded as he stepped through the door.