Get aquainted with the woman

Most days he just used what was offered without thinking. Today… something felt different. Deciding to finally step out of his comfort zone and try to better his life, he held his breath for a moment before he cleared his throat. His heart beat a little faster than usual and then he spoke.

“I’m Kurt. Kurt Wrecker. I work in IT on fourteen.”

The woman tilted her head, still catching her breath. A thin strand of cum slowly slid down her exposed breast. She didn’t bother wiping it away.

“Nice to meet you, Kurt,” she replied warmly, her voice a little husky. “I’m Lena. Lena Voss. Marketing, floor twenty-four. I usually get off on my floor, but someone held the door this morning and… well.” She gestured lightly at her cum-splattered clothes and laughed softly. “You know how it is.”

Kurt nodded, eyes flicking to her bare tit before forcing them back up to her face. “Yeah. I do.” He hesitated, then added, “You look like you’ve had a busy start already.”

Lena shrugged, the motion making her heavy breast sway. “Three guys on the train. One of them was really into slapping. The chip made it feel… intense.” She bit her lower lip at the memory, a small shiver running through her enhanced body. “I came so hard I almost missed my stop.”

The elevator hummed upward. A soft ding announced they’d passed floor five. Kurt felt the familiar stir in his pants. But more than that, he felt the ache he always carried—the one that wasn’t just about fucking. Everyone was available, yet no one really connected. He wanted to try.

“So, Lena,” he said, stepping a little closer, “you always this friendly in elevators, or am I just lucky?”
She smiled again, this time slower, more inviting. Her eyes flicked down to the growing bulge in his slacks, then back up.

“FreeUse means I’m always available, Kurt. But I like when a guy actually talks to me first.” She turned toward him, leaning back against the mirrored wall so her exposed tit was fully on display for him. “Most men just bend me over and go. It’s hot… but sometimes it’s nice to feel like more than just a warm hole with a pain chip.”
Kurt’s hand moved almost on its own. He cupped her cum-covered breast, thumb brushing over her slick nipple. Lena let out a soft moan, pressing into his touch.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she breathed. “They’re extra sensitive after a rough morning.”

The elevator continued rising. Floor nine. Floor ten.

Kurt gave her breast a firmer squeeze, feeling how impossibly firm and resilient the enhancements made her flesh. He could probably slap her tits as hard as he wanted and she’d only beg for more.

“I’m not in a huge rush today,” he said quietly, voice thick with want. “Want to ride up with me a little longer? Maybe… talk. Or more. Whatever feels right.”

Lena’s eyes sparkled with interest. She reached down and casually stroked the front of his pants.

“I’d like that, Kurt Wrecker. A lot.”