Getting to know Lena

Kurt’s hand stayed on Lena’s exposed breast, fingers sinking into the soft, impossibly resilient flesh. The enhancements made her tits feel like they could take anything, and the pain-to-pleasure chip turned every rough squeeze into pure bliss for her. He groped her harder, rolling and tugging her stiff nipple between his fingers, then giving the heavy globe a firm slap that made it bounce.

Lena gasped, her back arching against the mirrored wall. “Mmmh… fuck, you’ve got strong hands, Kurt.”

He kept the pressure up, kneading her roughly while the elevator rose. “So, Lena… you single?” he asked, trying to keep his voice casual even as his cock throbbed in his slacks. “Or is there some lucky guy who gets you every night?”

She let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when he pinched her nipple hard. A fresh trickle of someone else’s cum ran down her breast and over his fingers.

“Single,” she answered, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. “Was with someone for a couple years, but he got transferred to the west coast office. Long-distance in a free-use world doesn’t really work when you can just bend over for anyone in the building.” She shrugged, then pushed her tit more firmly into his rough grip. “What about you? Handsome IT guy like you… I bet you get plenty of stress relief.”

Kurt gave her breast another hard slap, watching it jiggle, then squeezed the soft flesh until his fingers left faint red marks that would fade in seconds thanks to her durability. “Not really,” he admitted, voice quieter. “I use girls at work, on the train, whatever. But it’s all… surface level. Everyone’s so available that it starts to feel empty after a while. I miss actually talking to someone. Getting to know them. Feels stupid to say in a world like this, but I’ve been pretty lonely.”

Lena looked at him properly then, past the lust in her eyes. Her expression softened even as he continued groping and slapping her cum-streaked tit.

“That’s not stupid at all,” she said gently. “Most guys don’t even ask my name before they shove it in. It’s hot, don’t get me wrong… but sometimes I miss the connection too.”

The elevator chimed. Floor 14.

Kurt reluctantly let go of her breast, though the heavy orb still hung out, now even redder and shinier from his rough attention. He straightened his tie.

“Come with me to my office?” he asked, offering her his hand like this was a normal date instead of a free-use pickup. “I’ve got a private cubicle with decent soundproofing. We can keep talking… or more. No rush.”

Lena smiled, a real one, and took his hand. “Lead the way, Kurt Wrecker.”