Riding in the elevator...back down to the car....because she had forgotten her toy bag...she was in need and it had been a long day and she was feeling more than a little aroused.
There had been a man at the restaurant whose smile had her thinking many naughty thoughts. She wiggled and squirmed against the back wall...watching the numbers descend. Her fingers straying to her nipples, the thin nightshirt clinging to her in the heat, the swollen buds protruding...at 2 am...not much chance of meeting anyone...she closed her eyes and spread her legs.
Her hand pressed to puffy pussy lips, feeling the moist heat. She moaned aloud as the doors opened ...she straightened up...and strode quickly to her car. Toy bag in hand, she decided to take the stairs...thinking it might help to burn off some of the excess energy, her steps faster as she climbed. Her nipples ached as the material of her night-shirt brushed over the swollen tips.
Rounding the bend in the stairs, almost to her floor, she collided with the door as it swung open. Cursing, she brought her hand to her head...the toy bag dropped and hit the floor with a dull thud spilling its contents. Red faced from the exertion of climbing, the pain in her head and the heat in her crotch. She looked up to find herself staring into the eyes of the man from the restaurant...brows furrowed as she stared at him. He was the cause of her middle of the night urges...and now this.
Moaning aloud, she watched as he gathered up the toys, put them back in the bag and then stared at her once again. He leaned forward and moved her hand away from her head....kissed the throbbing egg that was growing...and took her hand firmly in his.
He opened the door and led her through, dragging her along and pushing her into his room ahead of him. Just the glow from the clock radio lit the room....but it was identical to hers...so navigating didn't prove to be a problem. He dumped the bag on the bed closest to the door...its contents once more spilling out....her brain is foggy as much from the electricity in the air as the bump. She let her eyes take in the room... the sound of the shower running so loud it covered the thumping of her heart. She sees the man in front of her reaching for a set of cuffs, and she is frozen in place as he snapped one on her wrist. He pulled her to him, covered her lips with his...a deep searching kiss...his free hand tracing her heated slit through the nightgown.
Dragging her with him he opened the bathroom door and pushed her in...throwing the other cuff over the curtain rod and securing her other wrist. Her arms pulled up tight over her head...her ass pressed against the curtain....he kissed her hard, pulling the nightgown up to expose her wet sex and swollen nipples. A hand brushed her ass from behind the curtain....and a loud expletive followed. The curtain wrenched back, releasing a cloud of steam, and a voice chuckled...wet hands caressed her hips, her ass, pressing between her quivering thighs.
"I thought you were going for cold drinks...not a hot ass!" his chuckles making her shiver. The burning eyes staring at her..."I found her in the stairwell looking lonely...thought I'd bring her back." he answered with a musical lilt to his voice. Not trusting her own, she could only smile weakly, her nipples tingling, juices dripping from her needy slit, soaking her thighs.