Run outside

With resignation, you realize that there aren't many other options. You try to grab your shoes at least, but Ryan snatches them off the floor before you get the chance. Not wanting to chase him around the room, you head for the door, unlocking it and bolting into the corridor.

It's early, so there thankfully aren't any other residents around to see you speed-hobble to the elevator. You luckily don't have to wait long, and walk straight in as it opens. During the ride down, another wave of desperation and itchiness assaults your crotch and you rub your lips fruitlessly. As soon as the elevator dings open, you cover your chest instinctively. There is someone else in the lobby, but they seem distracted by a poster and you're too **** to care. You bolt through the room and out the front door into the cool morning air.

Your plan was to find a quiet sunny spot to the side of the building, but Ryan had other ideas. As soon as the light from the rising sun touches the skin between your legs, a powerful wave of pleasure surges through your loins and your knees collapse under you. You tumble into a small patch of lawn as an orgasm overwhelms your senses. You cut off your own howl of pleasure by stuffing your hand into your mouth and you buck your hips wildly, pussy juice running freely down your legs into the grass.

The tingle of the craving has abated, but isn't gone yet, and you reflexively spread your legs to let your pussy get a full dose of sun. As you do, a sense of relief washes over you and you feel all your muscles relax before tensing up again at your second solar-powered orgasm. You sob to yourself and hope no one is watching your naked convulsions on the side of the street.