In an office of some sort, but you don't get to find out what... yet

Looking around you're startled to realize you don't recognize the area. How far had you travelled from the school? Which way was it to get back?

"In here," Jack says, his hand moving to your lower back to propel you toward a pair of clear glass doors.

With you just ahead of him you push against the door, surprised to find that it won't open.

"Ah, you have to push harder," Jack says behind you, having sidled right up against you. Every rock hard muscle along his front presses against you, particular bat-sized one drawing the breath and strength from.

Just as you start to lean back Jack presses forward, and to stifle a moan of pleasure you harshly bite your lips, already slightly swollen from a hard night's labor with your boyfriend. Thinking about that send a quiver through your body, and the mushy feeling between your thighs intensifies.

"It's the air pressure difference," Jack explains, pressing on the door, his muscles flexing against your back, making you subconsciously press back against him. His body against yours squashes your front against the glass, and for a long moment you're pleasantly stuck between two hard unyielding surfaces.

"They always have the air systems going full blast," he says just as the door cracks open. A wall of freezing air gushing past you, clearing your head a little, but making your already hard nipples tighten into painful spikes that top can't conceal.

Fortunately Jack remains behind you, though you nearly groan in displeasure when he steps back, only his hand remaining in contact as it lands on your shoulder.

"Not the elevator," he says, hands dropping down to your hip to steer you to the stairs. "It's slow and tends to break."

Gulping, you nod, walking with an exaggerated wiggle to your ass that you just can't seem to stop. His hand feels like the sahara on your skin compared to the arctic-like air, and you find yourself taking the stairs slowly, knowing you're only here for the job, but unable to resist prolonging the pleasure of his touch.

It should be Jacob making you feel this way, you know, but like all your boyfriends he never seemed to satisfy you. It was like some key element was missing, something that would put you over the edge and make you cum. Instead you'd spent the night, nearly delirious from the need to orgasm, from the closeness of it.

But even after he'd emptied the box of condoms over the course of the night you were still on the brink and no farther, not that Jacob could tell. You'd faked loud and enthusiastic orgasms between the raunchy dirty talk that spewed from your mouth at his encouraging. You'd been mortified when he told you he'd kept track of your orgasms and that he'd counted fourteen of them.

As you climb the stairs you feel Jack's warm hand slip toward your back, the step between you moving it downward so that his fingers encased one taut globe cheek. Thinking of Jacob you knew that you should say something, but if you stopped biting your lip you'd either moan or beg him to take you however he wanted. There was something about big rugged men that made you feel so small, weak and submissive, and for reasons you couldn't understand it turned you on.

Moving from stair to stair you feel how slick your thighs are becoming, imagine yourself squelching into your panties....

Wait, you did wear panties that morning, didn't you? Whenever Jacob spent the night things kept going until the last minute, and it was always a struggle to wash up and get decently dressed. He'd been even more amorous than usual so you can't quite remember the last few moments, just his crude joke that you'd filled more condoms that night than a cheap hooker.

Hesitating for a moment you feel Jack's palm pressing more firmly than ever against your buttock before you move onward, though you don't try to pull away.

At the top of a set of steps you close your eyes, trying to get a grip on yourself, to stop wishing Jack would throw you against the wall and take you. Unfortunately you don't raise your foot quite high enough and trip on the step, falling...