The Chair, Our Stage
We are in a hotel... we are not supposed to be there but I know of a security door that is habitually unlocked by maintenance personnel. It takes us up safety exit stairs to a level that is having renovations. There is one room in particular that is left unfinished and it's been unlocked. Why lock something you've demolished inside? It has plaster all over the floor and wires are exposed. The curtains have been left up but they will be torn down and tossed out too. It will be a new room overlooking a busy highway entering the city.
It's a weekend and no one is working on that floor. The door to the room is unlocked. I usher you inside swiftly and you start back at the sight. The whole place looks dystopian and wrecked. It was your image of a room being remodeled. It wreaks of urban decay, although we're in an upscale portion of the city.
Workmen left a chair in the middle of the room. It's at the room's edge and pushed up to the window. I take your hand, leading you to it.
With the morning sun on the window, we can see the cars passing below on the roadway that passes beneath the room into the downtown area, but they cannot see us. Reflection and tinted glass shield us and I make that quite clear to you. You feel reassured about what we are to do now, despite the fact we shouldn't be here in the first place.
In no time, I've ripped the crotch from your panties. We're in that overstuffed chair a half second later. I'm slouched low in the chair and you are riding cowgirl atop me... up and down and up and down on that cock.
You pull your blouse open and bare your breasts. My teeth meet bee-stung maraschino cherry nips... swollen with blood. You're all whimpers and whines from the chews and sucks, but you're all breathy in my ear not to stop. I grab your wrists and cross your arms behind your back... they are now pinned back there, held by one hand.
