I texted Eric, "6910." Our special code. He will meet me outside his apartment in 10 minutes. We had developed a series of codes to communicate, so if his girlfriend ever finds his phone, she would have no idea what naughty things go on between us.
I pull on my knee-high leather boots, grab my keys, and run out the door. The strap of my silky camisole slips off my shoulder as I swiftly cross the street to my car, I could feel the heat swelling up inside me as I speed over to his place, taking each turn on only two wheels. I can't wait to see him; I pull up my skirt and start rubbing my clit on the short drive to his place. I get so excited knowing that each time I see Eric; we're more likely to get caught by his live-in girlfriend. The thrill of being caught really gets me off.
He meets me by the glass doors to his building, slams me against the rough brick wall and presses his lips and body against mine. A shiver runs down my back as he lightly bites my lower lip. My hand tries to caress his bulge, but he yanks my hand away and orders me inside to stand by the elevators. Waiting by the elevators, the windows to my right give a bird's eye view of his building's lounge. It is dark inside, except for a street light outside which highlights the pool table and large leather couches. I turn back to look behind me, wondering where has he gone. Click. The door to the lounge pops open. Eric grabs me by my elbow and pulls me inside.
"I thought this lounge locked at midnight." I whimper.
"It does. That's why I had to scale the brick wall outside to get in here" he replies.
He pushes me down the stairs, and spanks my ass. "Ohhh" I yelp. He eagerly leads me toward one of the large leather couches. He grabs both my hands, forces them above my head and guides me down onto the couch. I stretch my head up to kiss him; he leans in and then pulls away quickly, teasing me. I could feel my clit throbbing already. Oh god, these naughty night meetings make me so hot. I want to feel him inside me more than anything.
He continues to hold my wrists together, as if handcuffing me with his hand. I squirm beneath him just trying to get one passionate kiss from him. He continues teasing me. Using his free hand, he pulls up my miniskirt, revealing my black lace g-string. He pulls the string away from my moist pussy and then releases it, snapping at my clit. I let out a long sigh. Eric winks, "you like that, huh?" "Oh god yes." He snaps the string once more. I shiver and yelp. Finally, he leans down and presses the hottest kiss against my sweet lips. I wrap my leg around his back, pulling him in closer. I could feel his bulge pressing against my throbbing mound. He finally releases my arms from his overpowering grasp. I caress the back of his neck and tug him in, our tongues fighting one another. I scratch at his back as we continue exploring each other's mouths. I'm becoming so wet it's like my pussy is crying. He pulls off my red satin camisole, my perky breasts pointing his direction. I reach for his pants, and he shoves me back. His hand snatches hold of both of my wrists and forces them behind my back.
