I made it through the rest of the car ride, but by the time we arrived at Liv's place, my cock was fully erect again. She had a great apartment right on the top floor of a new building that I usually was super jealous of. Right now all I wanted to do was get inside.
She fumbled in her purse for her fob to unlock the door. A stiff breeze rolled down the street, gusting beneath my dress and giving me a vivid reminder that I wasn't wearing any underwear. Despite the warmth of the summer afternoon, I shivered. Finally, the door clicked, and I followed her inside.
Her lobby was a broad open space with all sorts of hipster decorations like half a bike frame mounted on the wall next to a map of Brooklyn. She walked into the mail room and checked her box while I waited, trying not to think about what would happen when we got upstairs.
There were a couple dudes with full lumberjack beards sitting on a couch. They were sipping lattes and talking about the startup they worked for. I wondered if I'd enjoy kissing a guy with a full beard, but that daydream morphed to the two lumberjacks making out with each other instead. I turned away before they noticed me grinning at them.
A beautiful woman was working in the glass-windowed rental office. I pretended like I was examining the list of available apartments, but my eyes were actually on her chest. I imagined ripping the buttons on her expensive blouse and burying my face in her cleavage. In my mind, she squealed with delight. In reality, she looked up when she felt me staring and smiled in case I was a potential renter. My cock throbbed urgently as I smiled back, imagining her lipstick around the base of my shaft.
I looked away and saw Liv talking to a guy in the mail room wearing soccer gear. She laughed at something he said and touched his arm, and I wondered if they'd had sex yet. I decided they probably hadn't. She'd never mentioned him, and I think she would have. I watched her pretend not to notice him checking out her tits, and wondered how he'd react if he knew she'd let me cum on them. Would he be into it, or would he see me as competition? Would he let me join in when she finally allowed him to fuck her?
Finally, they said goodbye and the soccer boy walked out the front door. I admired his ass as he walked away and then followed Liv to the elevator. It was hard not to whimper as the fabric of my dress rustled against the sensitive head of my cock.
"Don't worry," she said, misunderstanding my reaction. "This elevator is a lot faster than the one at the office, and there's hardly ever anyone on it this time of day." She looked my direction with a reassuring smile, which quickly vanished when she saw what I was doing.
I had positioned myself with my back to the boys on the couch, and Liv was between the woman in the office and me. So she was the only one who could see that I was eagerly rubbing myself through my dress.
"Trish!" She squeaked, "Can't you wait? Someone could see you!"
"I can't help it," I grunted as quietly as I could with a handful of my dress wrapped around my cock. "I'm so _fucking_ turned on. God, I wanna cum all over everyone in this lobby!"
