Page 77 of Once a Month

She looks over at the woman next to me and says, “Is it for all of us or–”

“No, not me. I have my own room to get to,” she says. “She told me that it’s light-blue, like her eyes. I’m going to go find her now.”

The member walks off down the hall leading to the elevators.

“What’s light-blue?” she asks.

“Nothing,” I say. “Hi,” I repeat, taking a drink.

“We did this part already,” she replies, taking my hand with her free one. “Can we get out of here before they all get started?”

“Sure,” I reply.

“It’s just us tonight?” she asks when we get to the bank of three elevators.

I tap the card I’ve been given against the reader.

“Yes. Did you want–”

“No, I like it when it’s just us,” she says. “Don’t get me wrong… I like it when we’re with other people, too. There’s just something about touching you while other people are doing the same thing that I find a turn-on.”

“Me too,” I say as the elevator arrives.

“Oh, that’s the private one,” she says, pointing to the elevator.

“I know,” I tell her.

“That’s to the penthouse.”

“I know,” I repeat.

“You reserved the penthouse?”

We get into the private elevator reserved for the penthouse guest and head up.

“I did,” I say, pulling her against me.

Her hands wrap around me first; she kisses me, and as our tongues join in, her hand slips under my dress and onto my thigh. It moves a little closer to my sex, and she pulls out of the kiss.

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

“No,” I say.

“Fuck,” she says, pushing me against the elevator wall as it arrives on our floor.

It doesn’t matter, though – we’re the only ones that can use it, so it can’t really go anywhere. She cups me, discovering how wet I already am for her, and her fingers enter me. Her thumb moves to my clit, and she’s fucking me against the wall of the elevator. I don’t know what she does that no one else has ever been able to do to me, but I’m coming hard, tearing at her suit jacket until it’s off her shoulders, and pulling apart her shirt, buttons heading to the floor until I have a nipple in my mouth. I suck on it as I continue to come into her hand. She’s panting and gasping. I’m reaching for her pants, which I somehow manage to undo. The entire time I was on my work trip, I dreamed of this moment – of fucking her hard and then touching her slowly.

“Off,” I say.

She’s still thrusting inside even though I’ve already come, but she kicks off her pants, and I’m inside her underwear now. I’m stroking; she’s leaning against me. My free hand moves to her breast, and I twist her nipple. Then, I coat myself with her wetness and slip inside.

“Yes,” she says.

“Like this?” I ask as her own thrusts slow down and then stop inside me.

“Yes,” she repeats.

“Pull out, babe,” I say.

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