Tim pushed me into the corner of the elevator and punched "7" for the floor.Tim pushed me into the corner of the elevator and punched "7" for the floor. I pulled him against me and kissed him, hard. I was hot, and wasn't sure I could wait to get to the room! In a flash, Tim had his tongue buried down my throat and his hand up under my dress and down my panties, fingering my hard, wet clit. A man caught the doors before they closed, but we didn't stop. Instead, I pulled Tim closer and wrapped my leg around his. The other passenger "Harumphed" but I didn't care -- it was all part of the scene we were playing. When the doors opened at "7," Tim and I disentangled ourselves and got off the elevator. As the doors closed, I turned, smiled and said to the other passenger, "Have a nice night -- we're going to!" Tim opened the door to the room, and we tumbled onto the bed. Too hot to undress, Tim unzipped his fly, pulled my skirt up to my hips, pulled the elastic in my panties aside and entered me in one hard shove. I started cumming, immediately. We fucked and sucked almost all night. It was wonderful. And, I never felt more like a whore than the next morning, as I walked through the lobby in my tart dress, heels, and "just-fucked" look. Even a nun would have had no doubts about what I had been doing all night! I had been accumulating a tidy sum in my "Honey" jar, and decided to splurge on myself, the way any self respecting hooker would -- on clothes, jewelry, and make-up. |