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Fiona walks through the hotel lobby toward the elevator. She’s had a long day and wants to get some rest before the conference the next day. She especially wants to get out of her heels and take a long bath. “Being a businesswoman can really sucks sometimes,” she thinks to herself. “These heels are killing me!” Her four inch Christian Louboutin heels are stunning with a sharp point, but not great for the back or feet. She smooths down the jacket of her suit over her pencil skirt as she waits for the elevator, giving a little sigh.The bell chimes, announcing the elevator’s arrival. She steps into the bright light, noticing the mirrors all around her, including the ceiling with gold paneling between the mirrors. She smirks at how ostentatious it all is, pressing the button to her floor.As the doors are about to close, a hand shoots through, opening them again. Fiona is a bit annoyed until she sees the person attached to the hand. He’s tall, lean and the colour of warm chocolate. His eyes are a piercing green. He’s dressed in a sharp suit; she realizes he too must be here for the conference. He smiles at her apologetically as he stands in front of her, pushing a button.She looks at his back, admiring his shape and the way the suit flows over his body effortlessly. She then remembers the mirrors and looks at this face to see if he’s caught her. He has. She blushes and looks down. He smiles at her in the mirror. While her face is lowered, he looks her over, he too admiring her curves under the suit, his breath catching at the sight of the heels, wondering how they’d feel pressed into his skin. He crosses his hands in front of his body to block ankara travesti his growing erection.“Almost there, then I can take care of this,” he thinks.He watches the arrow as it slowly moves from floor to floor. Suddenly there is a jolt and they both grab the railings beside them. The arrow stops between floors seven and eight; they’re stuck! They look at each other and then look to the panel, the elevator is older, obviously remodeled but they don’t see an emergency panel!“This is bullshit!” Fiona says indignantly. “We’re stuck here and we can’t communicate with anyone!”“Hopefully, someone will fix this problem soon,” he says. He turns to her and holds out his hand. “My name is Benjamin, it’s nice to meet you.”She takes his hand and relishes the firm grip, returning her own.“I’m Fiona, you’ve got a great handshake. A lot of men don’t shake properly I find. I think they fear they’ll break me. It’s annoying.”“I was taught to always give a firm handshake, no matter the gender,” he smiles again, making her take a deep breath.“Well, I guess we’ll just have to get comfy until we’re rescued.” She takes off her suit jacket revealing the dark red blouse underneath. As she bends down to place it on the floor, he can see the dark purple silk bra she’s wearing underneath her shirt. His erection hardens.“Sounds like a plan.” He too takes off his jacket and sits down quickly, bending one leg to hide the bulge.She smiles at him and stretches her arms up over her head, working out the kinks in her back.“Hopefully, this doesn’t take too long, I need to get some sleep for the conference tomorrow.”“I know what you mean. I’m presenting travesti ankara tomorrow and I need to go over my notes.”“Really, what are you presenting?” she asks him.“Research on the sexual relations between interracial couples.” He blushes as he says this. “It’s my first talk, and I’m a little nervous.”She laughs warmly. “Don’t be, you’ll be fine, just imagine them all in their underwear…though considering the subject that may not help you.” She grins wolfishly and nods towards his hidden erection. He blushes even harder.She chuckles to herself and looks around the elevator, they don’t hear anything.“Well, looks like we’re good and stuck here.” She looks back at him. “What do you say we add some experience for your talk tomorrow?” His eyes widen at her.“Oh, come on, it’s plain to see you’re turned on and so am I. Our fucking will help with your confidence tomorrow since you’ll have firsthand experience in it.” She starts to crawl over to him, his eyes locked on her breasts as they sway with her movement.“I don’t have any condoms with me.” The words are light and airy, it’s hard to talk.“That’s ok, I always keep a couple in my purse, just in case.” She’s in front of him now and sits back on her thighs. She runs her hands over her chest, squeezing her breasts, gasping from the pleasure. She slowly unbuttons the blouse and wraps her wrists in it behind her back, straining her chest towards him.“So, what do you say? We don’t have to do this, but it looks like we could both do with a good fuck.” She waits for his response.He thinks for a moment, and then leans towards her, lowering his head to nuzzle between her ankara travestiler breasts. She gasps at the contact and leans back. He puts his hand behind her back and holds onto her wrists and bites her right breast, she bucks from the feel. His other hand undoes her bra and it slips down her stomach, the straps stopping where the shirt is. He takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks on it gently, getting progressively harder as her moans get louder. He moves to the other breast and does the same. His cock is pressing painfully against his pants now. He licks down her chest, his one hand moving behind her back and squeezing her ass before unzipping her skirt. He slides it down and sees how wet her pussy is underneath her sheer purple panties. He licks long and hard between her legs making her scream now.He pushes her back against the mirror behind her and removes the shirt and bra from her body. He notices the thigh-high stockings she has on and removes her shoes and stockings. He puts the shoes back on her and then binds her wrists to the railing above her. “Be careful and don’t hit your head.” He warns as he sprawls on the floor and lifts her up under her ass, bringing her closer towards him. He rubs his face in the fabric, loving the feel of her juices and the smoothness of the silk. She clutches the railing pushing herself harder into him.“Please, take them off, I want your tongue on me,” She pleads, her eyes liquid brown from the pleasure.He smiles and obliges her, removing the panties and plunging his tongue hard onto her clit. She screams again as he laps at her clit, moving down and plunging his tongue into her vagina as deep as he can go. She wraps her legs around his neck, lifting herself off the floor as she keeps him in position, his hands supporting her ass. His tongue darts up and over her, his tongue licking long, hard strokes. She bucks as she cums over and over onto his face.
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