Gloria walked towards the building. She was not comfortable, she wore black tights and a grey t shirt that strained to cover her breasts.
She wore a lacy bra which was a bad idea. The lace rippled under the shirt and tickled her nipples, and as she got up the stairs she could feel her left nipple was soaked and stained her shirt. She pulled her bag over her chest for modesty. She wasn't shy, but her leaking breasts were not for the world to see. She could already sense the thirsty security man staring at her. Fuck. Did he see the milk stain?
"I am here to see Diana Greene in 12 b."
"She called earlier. Elevators on the left."
She smelled expensive cologne. He was young, light skinned, with tidy elegant cornrows. Hazel eyes but no smile. He probably hated this job. It was funny how you could appreciate beauty and feel indifferent to it.
Her legs were sore, it had been a long night and she could hardly wait to get upstairs and sit down.
"Babygirl! "
"Dee!"
Diana opened the door and smiled. Her hug was long and hungry. Diana was taller than Gloria's six feet, dark, with a green headwrap and a green silk house coat. From her stiff nipples Gloria could see she wasn't wearing a shirt. It was a good sight to see, and she felt warm and started feeling relaxed for the first time in a while. Diana was beautiful and adored Gloria in a frank, shameless, unpretentious was which Gloria loved. She could be as friendly or hostile as she wanted depending on her mood, and Diana was stable, supportive, blatantly attracted to her, and ready to fuck at a moments notice. Gloria sighed and smiled.
"Bitch are you leaking again?"
"Leave me alone. Where's your shower?"
Gloria left all her clothes on the chair by the door and headed for the shower.
She needed a long hot one. Diana spared no expense on French toiletries, and her bathroom smelled faintly of lavender and lemon, which made Gloria feel relaxed. She looked at the mirror as she ran the cold water off and wondered. She felt tired but her smile wouldn't come off her face. Her shoulders pulled back, and her full g cup breasts hung on her chest, bobbing as she breathed. She gently massaged them, circling her nipples until they tingled, and then started to stiffen, and then stood big and hard. As she turned her self on they leaked even more, and she could feel heat in her pussy and clit as she sighed and touched herself.
She could feel her pulse hard in her chest and then softer and faster, like her noticing it had started to tame it. She wasn't on the run anymore. For now. She heard peals of the saxophone as the jazz in the living room played and closed her eyes for a second. As the steam filled the room Gloria scrubbed the train and the sweat off her, lathering and rinsing off until she felt raw and sore. Under her breasts, behind her neck, her ears, her ass, her thighs and pussy. She wanted the road to run down the drain. As she felt cleaner she got much more turned on, and as she rinsed her vulva she absentmindedly stroked her clit until it was big and hard, and she gasped as she leaned against the wall with her left hand under the shower.