"Why not?"

"I mean, it would be interesting to see of the coincidences continue to align." Page smiled. She wanted this for other reasons. She wanted to be touched so much now.

"Alright." Will nodded and turned fully toward her. "First we need a control."

"Control?"

"Yeah. First we have to NOT touch."

She blinked. "Well, aren't we already doing that?"

He stepped toward her, his face closing to hers. She was surprised and almost backed away, but her body wanted in. Wanted forward.

"Almost."

His lips were beside hers. She breathed, anticipating, but nothing came. She felt his breath, but not his skin. She tried to lean in, but he backed away. She then understood, and stood still.

He was then on his knees, his face beside her chest. His fingers brushed against the burlap wrapped beside her breasts, then the wrapped area of the breast itself, always with that coarse layer between them. He occasionally pulled at a few of the strings, causing the bound material to shift slightly back and forth over her nipples. Their hardness grew, creating small bumps along the fabric that his fingers then began to circle. She breathed harder, her own hands beginning to reach toward him, but he kept his eyes on them, knowing. She held herself back.

He leaned forward and kissed her nipples through the fabric and she softly moaned. His fingers worked more and she found her hands trying to reach past him without touching him, just to touch herself.

He then went lower. His hands grabbed her behind and gave a squeeze, then a pull, tightening the briefs against her crotch which caused her more pleasure than she thought it would. She parted her legs slightly, wanting again to at least stroke his head, but she could not.

He kissed her clit through the briefs. His fingers worked their way across her slit, teasing her through the fabric, growing the wet spot larger and larger as she continued to convulse and moan more. "Yes, yes, yes," she began to mutter, her hands first fists in frustration, then pulling away her burlap tubetop to grab her own chest.

Her sounds grew as he kissed her more, licked her through the fabric, and his fingers rubbed thoroughly against her, the briefs becoming unbearably hot. She wanted them off, but then it would be over. Would it? She tried to pull them down, but his face began to retreat and she stopped, instead trying to grind her crotch against his teeth and lips.

She had no clue how long it went. It was a series of flashing colors, an incredible experience of ecstasy that ended with her moaning loudly, her legs trembling, and falling to her knees. Will's hands and face were gone, but not far, just in front of her waiting. The elevator grew in temperature and smell. She pulled down the briefs half way across her thighs, letting the juices of her orgasm seep down her leg as she panted. Her burlap top was loose on the ground, leaving her practically naked before him.

"You're beautiful." He whispered, looking her up and down. She wanted to touch him. To hold him. He was bent forward, however, and she moved her hands up toward his shoulders. He straightened his back.

"Hey. No touching yet, remember?"

She continued forward toward him, crawling on her hands and knees. To gain speed back he stood mostly and stepped back, but her hand already caught his towel, and she tore it off him.

Level to her face was his cock, mostly hard and just inches from her nose. With another hand she tore down the boxer briefs, leaving her with nothing.

"You don't have to do anything, after all yo-" Will began, but inhaled sharply as she pressed the soft briefs against the top of his penis. The briefs could hang easily off of him, for how hard he was. She wanted to touch it. To interact. She brought her fingers against the briefs, aligning the smooth seamless portion over his shaft, from the top of his head on down the sides. He began to breath harder, and she felt even from this simple touch he was twitching.

She took her fingers and stroked them up and down across the top of his cock, slightly lifting it with her lips. She kissed over the soft fabric slowly, her lips and her teeth slightly pressing themselves against each inch, up and down. She smelled both him and herself, their liquids dampening the briefs.

Her lips went to the head of the penis and she looked up to him, his face down toward her, so expecting, yet so wanting. She kissed his tip and he breathed, then waited against, watching, eyes locked as she kissed again. Her fingers worked against the briefs, feeling a little harder, a little faster, up and down a few inches. It was not much to work with, but it seemed enough to make him practically pulsating in anticipation.

"You're so nice." She whispered before kissing his tip again. She felt the bits of precum seeping through the cotton and she used her thumbs to stroke across the top and sides of his cock.

His face was cute. Beautiful even. She wanted to see again. She slid the briefs off of him and look at him, right there, just an inch from her face. She neared the edge of his penis, her breath tickling his head, her lips slightly parted. She felt her groin warm more.

He watched her be so close. The tingling of the expected touch of her lips against him. "P-please." He managed.

It was too much. She had to touch him. She had to feel his skin in any way against hers after all this. Both her hands wrapped around his shaft and he moaned, staggering in his posture. She kissed his tip, lightly sucking at him, but it only took a moment. She felt him pulsate again, twitching and moaning as her hands twisted and moved up and down. "I, I'm..." He was starting to say, but it was too late to warn. She did not mind.

She felt the hot cum over her lips, then her cheek. She only smiled as she looked up at him, breathing loudly, his moaning coming to a slow stop.

There was a ding.

The elevator door opened to her left, and both the naked Will and the naked Page, her hands wrapped around his cock, her face covered in his cum, saw the elevator began to move again in the midst of his loud moaning, his staggering legs camouflaging the movement. It moved up that half a floor and opened to the view of many waiting hotel guests, at least two dozen, the majority of them others of the con. The audience gasped. Will's hands covered himself. Page's arms herself as they pressed themselves against the far wall, both a sweaty, sexed mess.

That theory was more right than they wanted.