Cindy can take those panties right back down to the food court...

"Do you wanna go down?" You shrug.

"Yes, desperately, but you still need to gain two more levels first, {Jeff}." I saw blithely, holding back a grin at the slight shock on your face. "I just hope you can make it past the two levels after that, personally..." I trail off. You blink. "Oh, right, the elevator. Sure thing." I nod, stepping off toward the elevator doors, just as conscious of the bottom half of my totally bare ass hanging out of the back of my shirt as you suddenly are.

The elevator dings open. I step in and you follow. I slip my panties out of my purse and bend over, oh-so-slowly stepping into them with my back to you.

"What's two levels after a blow job?" You ask.

"Shit just got real, eh {Jeff}?" I grab my ankles and lean back, pressing the crack of my ass up against your side. "You really should be taking advantage of this. You're paying $5 for this elevator ride."

"Oh?" You wrap a hand around my cheek, squeeze.

"You can do better than that." I straighten my knees, sliding my feet apart. "Go crazy." I bite my lip, smiling back at you.

"Fuck it." You lean down, teeth instantly coming into contact with flesh as I yelp, your hand sliding down between my thighs, two fingers shoving roughly but easily into my hot little pussy.

"Oh fuck!" I gasp, hands flying to brace against the side of the elevator as your hand starts pumping, your teeth unquestionably leaving marks as you bite and suck your way down my ass cheek. "Okay, that's your money's worth!" I pull away, your hands slipping out of me as I quickly tug my panties into place and turn back to you.

"One more..." You step toward me, facing apologetic but begging, and I hesitate, hungry and aching for your touch. You grasp at my chest, squeezing my breast as you tug my shirt down, your mouth once more making contact with flesh. My nipple, even more sensitive than my backside, sends electricity down my spine as your jaw closes on it. The elevator dings and I push you away, pulling my shirt into place, knowing my panties are more than just peeking out as I step into the food court, blushing and short on breath.