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Chapter 14 by little.cindy little.cindy

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Cindy looks like she could use some fresh air...

"To the parking garage?" You tap and my purse buzzes and I grin.

"I was feeling like getting some sun." I step into the elevator and you follow after. "Need to work on keeping away those tan lines!" I oh-so-casually grab either side of the bottom of my shirt and pull up, flashing my totally bare ass to the food court at large through the last few feet of the closing elevator door. An instant later we're alone and my only piece of clothing is tucked away in my purse.

"So..." I step into the corner, peering thoughtfully at the gap there between the handrails before turning to face my naked front toward the middle of the elevator (and you). "How well do you think I can balance?" I grab each handrail, waggling an eyebrow. I lift one leg up, knee cocked, my wet lips pulling softly apart as my foot slides gently onto the waist-high handrail.

"That kind of thing takes concentration, you know..." I glance up at the wall behind me, then with an awkward jolt shove my other foot onto the adjacent handrail. My body is suspended perilously in air as I grip tightly to the suddenly-too-slim bars, my bent knees pressed apart, baring a hungry, gaping slit boldly staring out toward the middle of the elevator (and you).

"Hate to lose my concentration..." I smile and you take the very subtle hint, stepping between those open knees and teasing a finger into me. You pull in for a kiss and I turn away, sighing at your finger's handiwork. I bite my lip, freeing a hand by pressing my hips against your finger. I push your head down and you lean in, sucking gentle at my breast. But I press again and you lean further, falling to your knees as your lips finally meet the ones I'd wanted them to.

"Mngh..." I moan, grasping the handrail with both hands again as your tongue presses greedily in and out of me, taking a moment between to flit at my clit.

"Oh fuck..." I feel myself slipping as your fingers find their way back in, working in concert with your tongue to undermine my poor balance.

I slip. The elevator dings. I stumble for an instant before pulling up straight, smiling back at you as I step naked into the daylight, grinning at the shine of my juices on your face. "Guess you broke my concentration this time!" I say, crossing to our far corner.

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