The tang of residual breakfast salsa from Allan's lips tingled on mine as I waved and closed the door. Dressed in my archetypal 'morning princess' attire that consisted of an oversized sleeveless sweatshirt that was just shy of threadbare and the diminutive sized men-style boxers that I find so comfortable, I'm ready for work. Armed with a steaming mug of coffee, I'm eager to fire up the computer and check the latest orders for the fledgling lingerie business I own, and perhaps catch a quick read.
As the boot-up completed, my mind wandered in a completely different direction than lingerie orders. Having been kissed, bum-patted, and complimented on my culinary skills and stunning looks by a man who was obviously priming me for some amorous adventure upon his return, I quite naturally began to think about just that. Moreover, there was nothing tame about those thoughts either. Tonight was not going to be a night for mere lovemaking. No. Tonight I wanted to fuck. Who wouldn't fuck a guy that complimented you on a wonderful breakfast of cornflakes as his hands roamed every square inch of your ass? Certainly not me.
Having thought about sex for all of three minutes and already beginning to squirm in the large office chair, I went straight for the Internet. It was uncanny how quickly that the Literotica home page showed up, and I went directly to the latest stories. Being this was a favorite morning warm-up exercise, if all went as planned I hoped to be doing some serious sweating in no time.
Yes! Third story down a chick seduces the hotel bellboy in an elevator. That'll work, and I swigged a goodly shot of coffee as the story rolled across the screen.
I'm already reaching though the slit in the front of the boxers as elevator girl bends to reveal the fact she has gone commando under her mini. The bellboy being no fool and undoubtedly accustomed to having every amorous female hotel patron itching for a tryst with him in the elevator, kneels behind her and goes straight for her ass. Yes. It's on, and my fingers move to part my pussy-lips as I hike a leg onto the top of the large computer desk for better access.
Two paragraphs and a last sip of coffee later, the bellboy is really working elevator girl over with his tongue. The fingers of my left hand trace over my engorged clit while the right is shoved up my top and working a nipple. I cursed as I had to break away from the nipple to scroll.
My arousal grew as the bellboy's tongue ranged the crack of elevator girl's ass, swirling the puckered bud on a downward journey to her drenched pussy. She's on her third orgasm as the giraffe-like tongue of the bellboy snakes in and out of her pussy and curls the swollen nub of her clit.
I ripped off both boxers and top and make a desperate scroll with trembling fingers. The bellboy's impressive cock is poised at the swollen lips of elevator girl's pussy, and my first orgasm is right on the cusp.
With both legs hiked onto the computer desk and a two-hander going between my legs, I frantically read as the bellboy impaled elevator girl against the wall. His massive cock was pistoning in and out of her wet pussy, and he clutched both breasts and clit as he pounded into her. I was panting hard, and so envious of elevator girl grinding against that huge cock. Slipping two fingers into my wetness, my other hand manipulated both erect clit and inner lips. I was so close, and my small pink nipples jutted hard in a demand for attention.
With a vicious full-length stroke, the bellhop slammed his cock full depth into elevator girl, and nearly lifting her feet clear of the floor. She screamed in wild passion as he unleashed the torrent of hot cum into her depths. The very idea of hot cum blasting into her triggers a massive orgasm of my own, and I cried out as the freight train of sensation and emotion roared through me. My legs vibrated and toes curled as my pussy bore down on buried fingers, and a swirl of wet fingers across my distended clit wrung the last wave of pleasure from me. I tossed my head back and shook at the pinnacle of orgasm, my eyes tightly closing as a curtain of flashing color danced across my eyelids.
Gasping and quivering in the aftermath, I pressed my palm tight against my wet crotch. My pussy was alive in sensation, and I was nearly in tears for want of a cock. As my fingers slipped from my slickness my eyes slowly opened, and I looked directly into Allan's eyes.
I had no idea how long he had been standing there watching, nor did I care. I was stunned into a wordless shock, and mortified at being caught so blatantly pleasuring myself. The tears were already welling in my eyes.
Before I even had the chance to begin crying, Allan lifted both my legs from the computer desk and swirled the chair around, and quickly dropping to his knees and burying his face in my crotch. Shocked, and seconds from tears, I struggled against a flight response. It just felt too good to run. I wanted to cry, but it was impossible to be so emotional when someone you love has their tongue plunged squarely into your needy pussy, and attempting to lick the backside of your navel to boot. Oh god, - his tongue just felt so perfect.
