Jeremy rummaged through his pockets searching for money to pay the driver and produced a crumpled-up ten dollar bill. I threw open the door and hopped out of the car, straightening out my skirt that had gotten hiked up while we were fooling around. I glanced around β the street was unusually quiet for a Saturday night, especially in my neighborhood, which was littered with bars overflowing with 20-somethings groping around for someone to share their beds with.
I walked to the door of my building, keys in hand, as Jeremy slammed the door of the cab shut behind him. As I fumbled to get the key in the lock, he pushed his hand below the front waistband of my skirt, making it difficult for me to concentrate. Once the door was unlocked, we hurried inside and made our way to the elevator, Jeremyβs hands on my hips the entire time. Thankfully the elevator was there waiting for us. The moment the doors slid shut, he attacked me. His lips engulfed mine and our tongues lashed at each other. He had me pressed against the wall of the elevator and my right leg lifted almost instinctively and wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me. I could feel him through his pants, hard against my stomach. By now, I was dripping and his fingers massaging my clit through my black satin panties just made it worse.
The elevator opened up at my floor to an empty hallway. We unwrapped ourselves and I lead him to my apartment at the end of the hall, his hands wandering over my ass as I walked. When we stopped in front of the turquoise door to my studio, Jeremyβs lips found their way to my neck as I fumbled once again with my keys. His cock was so hard against the small of my back and I couldnβt wait to feel it in my hands again, let alone plunging into my hot wet pussy.