I trail you across the underground parking of our elite high-rise. December bites hard in this frozen elite enclave. Cashmere scarf swallowed up to my eyes. You stride ahead, oblivious. I quicken, seize your hand. You turn, smile, kiss the sliver of forehead exposed. God, the cold stings.
Lobby heat envelops us like a lover’s breath. Marble floors gleam under crystal chandeliers. I shrug off tension, stuff leather gloves in my Burberry coat pocket, scarf to nape. Our lips crash—full, hungry. You summon the elevator, lean on the polished brass stair rail, pull me close. You tower over me, a head taller. Power in your frame.
The Privilege
Inside the mirrored cage, you hit floor 4—our private sanctuary atop this tower of titans. I unbutton your wool overcoat, dive under cashmere sweater for your heat. You nuzzle my neck, stroke my cheek, cradle my head. Eyes shut, I savor. Fingers grip your back, knead muscle, draw you nearer. Tongue flicks your upper lip, teeth nip lower. Trail bites to your neck, lick earlobe. Your breath hitches. Ding—floor 4. I cling tighter. Feel your hardness press my pelvis.
You break free, slam me against cool steel wall. I grin, eyes devouring. Fingers trace my sex through silk trousers. Tongues duel deep. Hips grind instinctively. Need surges.
My hands fumble your jeans—three buttons yield. Stroke you firm. You yank my pants to knees in one rip. Gaze at soaked lace thong. Close in. I delve into your boxer, grip hot shaft, pump slow. You strip my thong. I guide you to my slick entrance—this illicit thrill drenching me. But you spin me, face to wall. I groan, arch ass back. Impatient.
No foreplay. You thrust in smooth, deep—knowing time’s short. Slow, profound strokes. I curve more, pressing into you. Signal given. You hurl my knit beanie down, yank hair, piston faster. Bent double, palms and cheek on metal. Your hand clamps my belly, anchors assault. Moans escape. Your palm seals my mouth—echoes amplify here. I bite. Fuck discretion. Straighten to your chest, seize face, twist for kiss. Buck for deeper plunge. Your hands vise hips. Slaps echo—your jeans rasp my thighs.
Elevator jolts. Ground floor call. Scramble into clothes. Doors open at lobby. Beanie snatched. Woman, child enter. Sex stench hangs thick in mirrored confines. Eyes down, pulse races. They punch 7. Agony till then.
The Excess
Grab your sleeve, bolt out pre-close. You stare, baffled. I laugh, drag to stairs. Down to basement. Unlock heavy steel door, shove you in.
Dim fluorescents flicker over raw concrete. Chilly corridors snake to private vaults—mine holds vintage furs, rare wines. Before the massive door, I drop to knees on gritty floor. Free your cock, taste our mingled slickness. Swallow deep, rapid bobs. Pause at limit, tongue swirls glans. Fondle balls. Your growl fuels. Faster pumps, tip laps, hand strokes base. You’re steel again.
You haul me up, grip hand, plunge maze-ward. Two turns: pants and thong off—drenched rag. Slam to icy brown steel door. Hand on throat. Kiss savage. Thighs part. Glide in millimeter by millimeter—flesh yields. Hand under your sweater, nails rake skin. Bottomed out, half-retreat, rapid taps. Full withdraw, slow re-entry, clit circles sync thrusts. Pace builds. Circles tighten. Climax shatters—tremors rack me, cold or ecstasy? Cling fierce. You ease, let me breathe. Smiles, tender kiss.
Jeans, boxers shed. Renewed fury. Your face twists pleasure. I knead ass cheek. Your fingers invade my sweater, pinch nipple—cold heightens agony-ecstasy. Whimper. Revenge: hickey blooms on your neck.
Trigger. You spasm inside, flood me. Detach. Dress hasty. You pocket my thong—trophy. Elevator up. I slump against you. Forehead kiss, hair strokes. Free hand hits 4. Sanctuary awaits, secret sealed in glass walls overlooking city lights.