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I twisted a loose curl that fell to the side of my face, curious as to what the card said. I wanted to be committed, I wanted to take a risk, just like Camilla said. Confidence was sexy, and I was done feeling like I was second to anyone else. “I’ll do it for you,” I assured.
“Elena… ‘Show me how you masturbate.’” Nick demanded, his voice carrying up from his chest with the bob of his Adam’s apple, growling.
My heart pounded so fast it tingled the tips of my fingers. “Show me, too?” I asked nervously, not giving it a second thought, not wanting to back out.
“Ok. Start slow.” Nick cocked his head as we both slowly stood up. I felt sheepish and small next to him, his height towering across from mine. “I can shut my eyes if you’d like.”
“Could you,” I replied. “Just at first? Until I’m ready?”
“That’s fine.” Nick cooed, running his hand across his torso, grazing his abs as he dropped them down past his navel. “I’ll meet you wherever you want to go with this, as long as your eyes are on me.” He shut his eyes, his face like a furrowing god. “Just place your hand where you like it, and I’ll do the same.”
I lifted my skirt as Nick unbuttoned his pants, his zipper unraveling with its enticing metallic lure. He reached further down, the impression of his cock molded against his thigh as he fisted the base of his erection. I nearly lost my breath at how big he was, how aroused he became, swollen just like my clit that I pressed down on with my palm.
“You there, yet?” Nick asked, eyes still closed.
“Yes.” I breathed, reacting to how he squeezed his cock. He stroked himself once, his pants too tight for anything but a slow, smooth jerk.
“Elena, are you touching yourself?”
“Yes. I’m just… so sensitive right now.” I circled my clit, my knees buckling in and out with the bundled nerves that needled through my thighs.
Nick’s pants dropped further towards his pelvis, revealing a tan line that met the neat patch of dark pubic hair and flat muscle. “Are you watching me stroke myself?”
“I see it. Looks tight against your thigh… I think it’s sexy.” I shuddered, dipping my finger inside my slit, thrusting like he did, freeing my wetness. “Can you hear how wet I am?”
Nick stroked harder, his head leaning against the elevator wall, eyes squeezed shut. “You still embarrassed? Does it make you shy that I can hear your wet little cunt?”
“I want you to hear.” A moan escaped me, as I unzipped the side of my skirt. “You can look now.” I said hesitantly, feeling scared, but so ready for his needy eyes to be on me, convincing myself that it was ok since he knew I fucked myself for work, that I watched porn and played with my holes.
Nick’s mouth parted with a breath, his eyes clear and vivid as he opened them, seemingly aching by the sight of me, by the fact that he wasn’t able to touch me.
“Jesus, Elena. You’re so fucking beautiful.” The mounds of his shoulders tightened as his pants fell past his ass, his cock springing loose.
“Fuck,” I ran my fingers past my clit, bobbing in and out of my pussy. At first all I could see was Nick, his erection stiff in his hands, far larger than the grip he used to wrap around the entirety of his dick. He licked up his palm, stroking the tip of his cock into his fist.
“Is that how you do it? You finger yourself?”
I pumped faster, shutting my eyes, then opening them again, controlling my breath. I showed off my stomach, taking hold of my shirt, lifting it up for Nick, for his insatiable expression, for him to see the soft, flat spot below my breast as I leaned against the wall. “I always finger myself. Always. I love the way it feels, to be filled completely.”
“Tell me,” he instructed.
I tried not to lean forward, fighting the beginning tingles of an orgasm as Nick’s tempting cock glistened with spit, his balls waiting to be drained. Fuck, why did that turn me on so damn much? Was this really happening? It felt like a dream, and the longer we played, the more real it became.
“I like the pressure of being entered. Of feeling open, and if I had it with me, I’d fuck myself with my toy.”
“You’d do that… for me?”
“Just for you,” I swallowed. “But fuck, Nick, don’t go too fast, it makes me want to go fast too, and I’m not ready for this to be over.”
“Then do it with me,” he squeezed tighter, rocking his hips into his hands. I bit into the bottom of my shirt, unintentionally lifting it past my bra, its black lace taut on my tits, my nipples escaping as I arched my back and heaved my chest.
“Just… if you fucking come. Could you come on me?” I whimpered.
“You’d want that, naughty-list girl?” he growled.
“All over my stomach.” My first base card fell out of my hand, my head wild and spinning as it caught Nick’s attention.
I froze as he pulled his pants up, making his way toward me. I almost screamed with how fast he approached, pinning me against the wall.
