The hand on my cock and the fingers wrapped wonderfully around it stopped as abruptly as my motions stopped on my partner. The music on the sound system halted and the track info on the iPad was replaced with the face of Henri Brousseau, the concierge at the front desk.
"Good evening, Mr. Hayes. I'm terribly sorry to interrupt you at this hour, but your neighbor, Ms. Benson, is here and would like to come by to pick up the extra security access card you have for their apartment. She's on her way up and will be there as soon as she gets to the 26th floor. Again, I'm very sorry and have a good evening. Oh, be prepared for a bit of a surprise."
The screen went blank and the music returned, but the hand and fingers didn't - neither did mine. There wasn't time for that although we had both been nearing the best part of the evening. That would have to wait.
We had about 30 seconds. Quick.
The body that belonged to the hand leaped off the couch and swept up most of the toys, stashed them in the end table of the couch, turned up the dimmed light, grabbed the extra robe and sped around the corner.
I rearranged the front of my robe as well as I could, tried to tame my slowly shrinking dick and hoped there would be no tell-tale spots or drips by the time I got to the door.
The iPad alerted me to the presence of someone on the landing near the elevator and as I punched the button, Rachel Benson appeared and walked towards the door.
I unlocked the door before the bell could chime - I wasn't really ever sure why you needed chimes on the 26th floor. Henri and the surveillance cameras made sure there were no surprises.
Anyway. I swung open the door and my hand flew to my mouth, suddenly open in astonishment. Here was Rachel as I had never seen her before. It looked like she had stepped out of the shower fully clothed. Her hair was drenched and her light brown overcoat was dripping in the hallway. She looked like a drowned rat. As I took her in from head to toe, the gaudy red toenails on her bare feet belied a festive event, which didn't match the rest of Rachel Benson's look at this point in the evening.
"My god, Rachel. Come in."
"I'm so glad you're home. I knew you would be and I'm so sorry about the inconvenience and the mess and I'll explain everything, but first I have to get warm and dry."
Her words tumbled out as she stumbled through the door and I closed it behind her to eliminate the draft that tends to slide through an open doorway. She let the large shopping bag in her right hand slip from her fingers and drop with a dull thud onto the ceramic tiles in the entry.
"Let me get the card. I'll be just a second."
The access card lay in the drawer below the butcher block countertop of the kitchen island and it took only a moment to grab it and return to the entry. It was actually there so I could feed the fish and water plants when they were gone for extended periods. On the way back a hand appeared from a darkened door, held out a soft, clean bath towel and shook it gently as a hint to take it along for my guest.
Rachel was still standing in the same spot but had leaned back shivering against the door jamb. Her teeth chattered as I handed her the card and then proffered the towel in a gesture that she could at least dry her hair and wipe her face.
She stood motionless, unable to move and began shivering violently like you shake when a chill really sets in and tension eases. Without thinking much about it, I unfolded the towel and wrapped it and myself around her slender shoulders. She shook violently and it seemed to me that most of the 20-somethings nowadays were more frail than I remembered them to be several decades earlier.
I smiled inwardly as I recalled saying goodnight to Rose or Betty on their doorsteps just before curfew. Their parents, or at least their fathers, were in the living room watching TV and watching the clock. There was only time to cop one last, quick feel and then I strode back to my car in the driveway as they walked in the door on the stroke of 11.
Doesn't matter now, I thought. Rachel needs to get warmed up. The chattering teeth only slowed slightly as I rubbed the towel over her hair and wiped the water and tears from her eyes. What could have happened?
Her partner, Jason, hadn't been home all week. At least I hadn't seen him come or go and he often travelled several days or even a week at a time on business as an up-and-coming investment banker. He must be gone today, too.
Her shaking didn't really subside and then I heard a faint snap of fingers and turning slightly I saw a hand pointing towards another room and heard water running. Of course!
"Rachel, you really need to get warm and the whirlpool here is just the ticket. I'll run some water and you can get warmed up while I make some tea."
She brightened slightly and then shook her head. "I can't put you out like that. I'll just go home and jump in the shower. That'll work, too."
"No chance. Follow me."
I moved a few steps before I realized she wasn't behind me. Returning to the door, I hooked my arm around her waist and slowly steered her towards the door where the sound of running water and an inviting, warm light beckoned.
Anything would be better than standing in the hallway, shivering against the door. We entered the bath and were greeted by humid, warm air and the glow of infrared bulbs. At least I felt the warmth around my knees at the bottom of my robe, but it was clear that Rachel hadn't benefited from it yet.
"Here, let me help you out of your coat and then I'll get the tea going while you finish and get into the tub."
She didn't protest as I helped her out of her jacket and hung it on the valet stand in front of the floor length mirrors surrounding most of the whirlpool area. She was dressed very elegantly beneath the jacket and that added to the mystery of why she was soaked to the bone and barefoot. I feared the worst.
Nothing seemed torn or out of place. Her earrings and necklace and rings seemed to be okay. The delicate décolleté caught my eye and not for the first time. This time the lace of a black bra peeked out and her breasts heaved slowly as she caught her breath and continued to shiver - albeit not quite as violently as ten minutes ago.
She sank down on the edge of the whirlpool and it seemed to me that she was gathering herself to get ready to get into the water. The clothes under her coat were soaked as well and a small puddle began to gather around her toes.
"I'll give you a few minutes to get in, and then you can adjust the temperature here once you've gotten used to the warmth. It won't be too hot for you now." I pointed to the thermostat and the timer, which stopped filling the bath as I spoke. The jets kicked in and the inviting sound of bubbling water filled the room.
"I'll get some tea and be back after you're settled into the warmth."
Rachel breathed deeply and moved slightly, her head still bowed, as I turned to give her space. The gap in the door to the adjacent room opened slightly and I got a thumbs up as I walked out of the bath to the kitchen.
Obviously, I should have looked back to see if she had moved, but I didn't. It was tempting, to be sure.
Two minutes later with the water for tea heating and a mug and teabag ready on the counter, I heard fingers snap and saw them point urgently back to the bath area. Oh.
As I arrived I saw that Rachel had remained unmoved and seated on the edge of the whirlpool. That wasn't helping at all.
"Here, may I help you a bit?" I offered gently and she smiled weakly through clenched teeth and nodded her head slightly. She straightened enough that I could start unbottoning her blouse - now I was the one with the shaky hands. The fabric clung to her gentle curves and reached just below her waist. As it peeled away her torso looked every bit as inviting as I had always imagined it to be. How embarassed would we be after this was over and we had returned to normal interaction with each other and with Jason?
I was prepared to leave her bra in place and even to suggest she get in the whirlpool with her leggings on, but she resisted as I lightly prodded her towards the gently bubbling warmth.
"Go ahead. Take it all off. I just want to soak for awhile," she said, her teeth still chattering.
The front clasp of the bra was easy to open and her breasts and nipples rose to greet my gaze. It seemed like minutes passed but probably not and before I knew it, I was on my knees, yanking the tight, saturated leggings down below her ankles and coming face-to-face with a petite, sweet-looking pussy, which Rachel demurely tried to hide somewhat. No panties this evening? Oh.
The view was incredible and inevitable, the surroundings looked edible. Glancing up I saw that some color was returning to Rachel's cheeks - or was it just embarassment?
She pressed her knees together and slowly swung her ankles over the edge and slipped into the bubbling warmth. Eyes closed slightly, she took a deep breath and sank that supple form beneath the surface. After a few moments her head re-emerged with a new sparkle and life in her eyes.
As I rose from my knees, it was my turn to be embarassed. All of the twisting and turning and lifting had freed my cock from the confines of the robe and the succulent pussy and tender tits and nubile nipples I'd seen in the past couple of minutes had it rising to the occasion and presenting itself inches from Rachel's nose.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Excuse me." I tried valiently to return my swelling rod to its prison, but it would have nothing of that and simply continued hardening and lengthening much to Rachel's obvious delight. She seemed to be warming to things. Oh.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a thumbs up from the hand mostly hidden in the crack of the door leading to the other room.
"I'll get the tea. It should be ready now." I re-adjusted my dick yet again, took a side-long glance at Rachel who had now settled lower into the warmth and was smiling back through slitted eyes.
Not only was the tea ready, the mug was on a tray along with a couple of tea biscuits, a lemon slice, a cube or two of sugar and a demitasse spoon. Okay.
