Riding in the elevator...back down to the car....because she had forgotten her toy bag...she was in need and it had been a long day and she was feeling more than a little aroused.
There had been a man at the restaurant whose smile had her thinking many naughty thoughts. She wiggled and squirmed against the back wall...watching the numbers descend. Her fingers straying to her nipples, the thin nightshirt clinging to her in the heat, the swollen buds protruding...at 2 am...not much chance of meeting anyone...she closed her eyes and spread her legs.
Her hand pressed to puffy pussy lips, feeling the moist heat. She moaned aloud as the doors opened ...she straightened up...and strode quickly to her car. Toy bag in hand, she decided to take the stairs...thinking it might help to burn off some of the excess energy, her steps faster as she climbed. Her nipples ached as the material of her night-shirt brushed over the swollen tips.
Rounding the bend in the stairs, almost to her floor, she collided with the door as it swung open. Cursing, she brought her hand to her head...the toy bag dropped and hit the floor with a dull thud spilling its contents. Red faced from the exertion of climbing, the pain in her head and the heat in her crotch. She looked up to find herself staring into the eyes of the man from the restaurant...brows furrowed as she stared at him. He was the cause of her middle of the night urges...and now this.
Moaning aloud, she watched as he gathered up the toys, put them back in the bag and then stared at her once again. He leaned forward and moved her hand away from her head....kissed the throbbing egg that was growing...and took her hand firmly in his.