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I drunkenly stumble through the front door of someone’s apartment, not paying much attention to my surroundings as my Starter hookup starts roughly playing with my nipples through my blouse, pulling the fabric off my shoulders and down to my waist, leaving it tucked into my skirt.
“Oh god, have my standards really gotten this low” I think to myself, catching sight of my man-of-tonight in the hallway mirror. His long hair, blue jeans and Marvin the Martian shirt not exactly falling into my “type”.
“At least I look great.” I think with a smile, looking at my toned stomach and perky tits, sitting up proudly. I shake the thought from my head as his hand slides under my ass, picking me up and carrying me over to the breakfast bar. I start to scold myself for judging too quickly, until he whispers in my ear,
“You don’t mind if we make this quick right? I’m kind of keen to hit the hay.” I sigh, knowing I can’t really complain, we had a pretty good night until the end.
“Sure, I might not stay in that case.” He shrugs, pulling his cock from his pants and unceremoniously starting to fuck me. I lose interest at his seeming lack of caring but politely allow him to finish on the inside of my thigh.
“Thanks babe, the shower is just over there.” I roll my eyes, seeing him flop down on the bed, snoring within seconds. I decide to take my time in the shower, loudly finishing myself off hoping to at least get his attention but in the end just standing and letting the hot water run over my body, scrubbing away the night as the bathroom fills with steam. I look blankly at the wall in front of me, thinking long and hard about deleting Starter and giving up on finding any good hookups in New York. I hop out, drying myself on what I hope is a clean towel, then crawl into the spare bed, too drunk to safely wander home. Hoping to sleep off the disappointing Starter hookup and start fresh tomorrow, knowing full well that it would take a miracle
* * * * *
I awoke from a dreamless sleep to the blaring sound of my alarm, I groaned seeing that it was still dark outside but knowing that I would rather lose a few hours of sleep than still be here when whoever’s house I was in woke up. I quickly get out of bed and slip back into my pencil skirt and blouse, hoping that nobody at work will notice that I wore this yesterday. Thankfully, I manage to slip out of the apartment without detection, yawning as I wait for the elevator to reach my floor from the penthouse.
“Ha, what that must be like.” I say quietly to myself, rubbing my forehead in an attempt to suppress my pounding headache. The doors slide open and my stomach drops as I make eye contact with another person inside. My cheeks flush red as I walk in and try to straighten myself out, feeling like a stray cat next to his pristine suit and crisp cologne.
“Big night?” He laughs behind me.
“Something like that.” I blush, bending over to try and slip my heels back onto my feet, nearly falling over as the lift suddenly grinds to a halt with a squeaky groan. Mr Suit sighs and looks at his watch,
“I told Harry this thing was on its way out four years ago, of course it’s the day where I decide to go in early that it finally gives up the ghost.” He pulls out his phone, calling someone and explaining the situation, handing me his overcoat as he sees me starting to shiver. I smile at him thankfully, hoping that he can get this sorted sooner rather than later.
“Well, Harry is out of town for two more days but he said as soon as he can get a repairman out here he will. In the meantime, I suggest you make yourself comfortable.” Mr Suit sits down on the floor, leaning against the mirrored wall and crossing his legs. “Well, are you going to sit down?” I snap out of my daydream and sit down across from him, being careful not to flash him as I quickly realise I never found my panties in my rush to leave.
“I don’t mean to be nosey, but seeing as we will likely be here for another four or so hours…why don’t you tell me how bad Jeremy is in bed?” He laughs, arms crossed over his chest.
“Oh, is that what his name is?” I giggle, “Do you want the honest answer or the polite answer? I left before he even woke up.” Mr Suit grins widely as he laughs,
“Well now I know that your polite answer is bullshit, so tell me bursa escort truthfully…how bad was he?” he uncrosses and re-crosses his legs, now closer to me than before but still not touching. I Gulp.
“Terrible. The whole thing lasted about five minutes before he came on my thigh, showed me where the shower was and then passed out. I only stayed because I wasn’t entirely sure where I was. I’m not sure I do right now actually.” I nervously explain, fighting a grin as he listens intently.
“I always figured as much, he hardly leaves his house and when he does, he never brings back the same girl twice. Now I know that isn’t exactly a choice for him…” An hour passes as we casually chat, hearing people on either of the floors we are stuck between calling out to make sure we are okay.
“Are you hungry?” Mr Suit asks, leaning forward as he passes me half of his sandwich. My stomach rumbles in response, taking the food with a polite thank you as we hungrily eat our breakfast together.
“I should probably call into work and tell them what is happening, I’m not due there for another hour but at this rate I don’t have high hopes we will be out by then.” I pull my phone out, calling my boss who is more than happy to arrange for the casual receptionist to come in and cover for me. I sigh, putting my phone back in my purse and leaning my head back against the wall.
“Bored?” I nod in response. I close my eyes, not sleeping but enjoying the break from the fluorescent lights of the elevator. I hear something shuffle but take no notice until I suddenly feel something at my side. I open one eye and see Mr Suit now sitting beside me, drawing a tic-tac-toe board on a sheet of paper and handing me a pen. We laugh, playing the game as more time passes, eventually surpassing lunchtime with no confirmation on when we are going to get out.
“If you were a bird, what kind of bird would you be?’
“What a cruel question to ask given our current situation.” Mr Suit laughs back.
“Just answer the question, man.” I smile widely, my hair no longer in a half-attempted bun but cascading around my shoulders. My heels and purse are in a pile with Mr Suit’s coat, blazer and briefcase.
“An albatross. They have the biggest wingspans in the world. You?” eventually we work through various types of animals, classic cars, which celebrity we would swap lives with, and even down to which chocolate bar we relate to on an emotional level,
“Okay then, here is a hard one for you. Which sex position best describes your sex life?” Mr Suit’s face is straight with a cheeky smirk blossoming.
“You are starting to sound like you are hinting at something.” I think for a little, “Probably a blowjob at this point, fully satisfying my partners and being left with the cleanup and to finish myself off.”
“That’s just tragic.”
“Well you asked.”
“I was hoping for more of a ‘missionary because I’m a basic bitch’ or something along those lines so I could laugh at you. Now I just feel sorry for you.”
“Sorry about it.” I laugh, folding yet another paper crane printed with tic-tac-toe and adding it to the growing pile.
The elevator goes silent, passing back and forth a flask of semi-warm coffee to keep us going. Eventually it gets to four in the afternoon, I wake up from a quick nap in the corner to see Mr Suit watching me.
“Because that isn’t creepy.” I laugh, closing my eyes again and sighing.
“I’m sorry, I’m just thinking.”
“That sounds dangerous.”
“Oh it is, especially if you knew what I was thinking about.”
“Do I want to know?”
“Yes.”
“Then won’t you tell me already?” I laugh, sitting up to face him, yawning and stretching.
“I was just thinking about earlier when you said you best identified with a blowjob. You know, I could definitely show you how the world of hookups and sex is supposed to be if you wanted?” Mr Suit chooses his words carefully, staying respectfully on the other side of the carriage.
“Oh? And how do you intend to do that?”
“Is that permission or a request for more information?” I think about my response for a second,
“Permission. Show me what you would do.” I tease. Mr Suit stays still for a second, eyes scanning my body as he bites his lip.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“You’re bursa escort bayan going to regret saying that.” He warns.
“Make me.” With those two simple words, Mr Suit jumps to action. He stands up, pulling me to my feet then pressing me against the wall of the elevator. He brushes my hair away from my neck and leans in close to my ear,
“Now, don’t wind me up if you aren’t going to be able to take it. I’m not going to hold back.” He whispers, a tingle rolls down my spine as he starts to kiss my neck softly.
“Do you promise?” I moan softly, resting one hand around his neck and the other on his hip.
“Well that does it.” He growls quietly, Mr Suit grabs the top of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pushes me hard against the wall. He starts to kiss me deeply, one hand on my ass and the other still under my thigh. My pencil skirt slides up around my waist and I feel his hand against my bare skin, blushing as I remember my lack of underwear,
“Hmm, something tells me you might have been expecting something like this.” His hand comes down hard against my ass, the slap filling the air mixed with my moan
“And if I was?”
“Then maybe I will have to do something about it.” I start to grind my hips against his as he kisses me deeper, his hand leaving my thigh, slipping under my ass as his finger dances over my clit. I whimper, a rush of arousal gathering in my pussy.
“You’re so wet.” Mr Suit sets me down, unbuckling his pants and dropping them just enough to be comfortable with his briefs. I instinctively drop onto my knees but he catches me, pulling me into him and kissing me softly.
“Not this time Baby Girl, right now I am just going to make you feel good.” His hand cups my pussy, fingers massaging my clit as his arm snakes around my waist, pulling me into him closer and making my back arch. I moan louder, my breath increasing as his speed increases.
“You will cum when I say you can, okay baby? Until then, just relax and enjoy yourself. You deserve that much.” He grips his thick cock, positioning it at my entrance, teasing me as I try to buck my hips and push it inside me. Mr Suit is too strong though, his hand pins my hips back against the wall, the glass cold on my ass making me remember that we are surrounded by mirrors.
“Naughty girl. Stay still for me, okay?” I nod, whining as he slips one, then two fingers inside me.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I ask, my breathing heavy.
“Is that even a question?” Without warning, his cock thrusts deep into my tight hole. Filling me up completely as I shiver around him. “Fuck, you are so tight- you know, this is embarrassing to admit given that I am currently balls-deep in your private parts and have spent most of the day with you now, but I don’t think I asked for you name.” I laugh, Mr Suit hugging me close and keeping up a slow rhythm to keep the momentum going.
“I’m June, I’m not going to lie…I have been referring to you as “Mr Suit” in my mind all day.” I buck my hips forward, Mr Suit pulling my knee up around his hip to deepen his angle.
“I’m Graham. I like Mr Suit though, very creative. I might use that next time I see you.” He picks his pace back up, rubbing his thumb over my clit making my knees buckle.
“Mr Suit sounds like an alter-ego. So you want to see me again?” Graham stops, looking at me.
“Well, I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I didn’t at least take you out to dinner. Unfortunately, because of our predicament, I will have to stay late at the office and catch up on all of my work tonight. But how about I pick you up on Friday at eight – wear something sexy but classy, I’ll take you to New York’s finest restaurant. Then after that,” He leans in close to my ear, sliding his cock out of my pussy until only his head is in, “I am going to bring you back here and fuck you so hard you forget your own name!” He rams his cock in hard, annihilating any kind of self control I had. As he continues to fuck me, the elevator becomes stuffier and more humid. The both of us sweating and panting together as Graham’s member glides in and out at an increasingly rapid pace.
“I’m going to cum, baby. Get on your knees.” He pulls out, leaving me feeling empty as I drop to my knees, opening my mouth escort bursa as he jerks off for a couple more strokes,
“Mmmm you’re so hot, baby. You wanna taste my cum?” I nod and he moans, releasing his load as the elevator lurches, joining back up to the floor that I boarded the elevator on, doors sliding open to reveal Jeremy, the repairman and a few other people with shocked and humoured faces.
“Well, It took you long enough.” Graham says to the repairman, buckling up his pants and offering me a handkerchief to clean off the little bit of cum that missed my mouth as I shimmy my skirt back down and attempt to make myself look less like I just had the best sex of my life.
As the repairman finishes inspecting the elevator and determines that it had simply been overrun and needed to be closed, Graham and I collect our things from the floor and stand chatting and laughing embarrassed with some of the neighbours,
“It’s only natural, you two had been in there all day. I’m just glad you were getting along and not trying to rip each other’s heads off.” an old lady chuckles, her husband nodding as he claps Graham on the shoulder.
“Yes, how very lucky you two were to be stuck together. Especially so early in the morning.” I look over at Jeremy’s apartment door, his head poking out watching me with his better looking neighbour. I bump Graham subtly and he looks over, sliding his hand down onto my ass and squeezing tight as he continues the light-hearted banter with our new elderly friends. Jeremy’s head disappears quickly, his door slam drawing everyone’s attention. I blush at Graham’s response,
“Oh he’s only sour because he tried to show June here a good time last night and failed miserably. It can’t have been easy seeing her being fucked by a real man.” The crowd is silent at first until the old lady snorts, prompting the rest of the crowd to laugh as they disperse, having to take the stairs.
“I’ll walk you out and call a car for you, why don’t you give me your number and we can keep in contact?” Graham’s arm winds around my waist, my heels clicking as we walk down the tiled hallway from the stairwell.
As I am driven away I turn back and see Graham blow me a dramatic kiss before getting into his own car, speeding off in the opposite direction. I look forward again and think to myself, “wow, what a crazy experience that was.” The car pulls up outside my own apartment building, with a thankfully working elevator. I collapse through the door and draw a bath, pouring in some bubble bath and walking around the house to get my robe, a glass of wine and some music.
Slipping into the hot water, I feel my tight muscles finally relax, sinking lower and lower until only the tops of my shoulders are showing over the mountain of bubbles. I lean back and close my eyes, listening to the slow music as I smile and think about the past twenty-four hours. How I experienced both the worst sex of my life, and the best sex of my life so far. I sigh, taking a sip of my wine as I think.
“How about I pick you up on Friday at eight – wear something sexy but classy, I’ll take you to New York’s finest restaurant. Then after that,” He leaned in close to my ear, sliding his cock out of my pussy until only his head remained in, “I am going to bring you back here and fuck you so hard you forget your own name!” He rammed his cock in hard, the sensation from my memory echoing like a ghost along my g-spot and sending a tingle down my spine. I think this one might be something special.
I hop out of the bath, texting a photo to the number that he gave me before dressing in my robe and blow drying and straightening my hair so it feathers down to my waist in long auburn cascades. My phone dings, my hand reaching out almost instantly as I smile in anticipation of his reply.
“Cheeky, you sure do know how to motivate a man to work.” I look at the time, nearly ten.
“Are you still working? I’m already thinking about going to bed, you have me pretty worn out after today. ;)” I send back, walking into the kitchen barefoot to refill my wine glass. I sit in the armchair beside the small window in my living room. I open it and listen to the sounds of the city below me, relaxing into the softness of the chair and the warmth of the alcohol.
“Goodnight beautiful, two more days to go.” The text fills me with butterflies, finishing my glass in two gulps and leaving it on the window sill as I strip off my robe and jump on the bed, pulling the sheet over my naked body and smiling widely as I drift off to sleep, happy to be back in my own bed and to have met Graham today.
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