Someplace unexpected

"I know a place we can go," she says, giving you a last hungry kiss then pulling away from you. She gestures with a nod of her head then leads you down the stairs to the lower floor. You're expecting her to lead you out of the building, but instead she goes down another flight, heading for the basement.

"What's down here?" you ask.

"Ssshh. A place to hang out," she whispers, excitement in her eyes as she opens a door and listens. Satisfied at the silence she goes through, holding the door open for you. You're in a short hallway with three closed doors in it. She goes to one of them, listens at it, then smiles and opens it, listening again. Grinning with excitement, she turns and beckons you in, shutting the door behind you.

You're in a furnace room. The huge furnace dominates the space, but you can see a workbench at one end of the room. Ashley gives you another teasing grin and takes your hand, leading you into the room and around the back of the furnace. With a giggle and a gesture she points to a single bed, not much more than a cot.

"Here's where I want to hang out," she says, dropping her backpack and skateboard. You stare at her in surprise and rising excitement, your cock straining against your jeans as you hurriedly drop your own back pack.

Excited, you're about to reach for her, but she's way ahead of you. With a quick sinuous movement she presses herself against you, holding your head with both hands, devouring your mouth with hers. You hold her, kissing her back, your arms holding her lithe body against you.

Panting slightly she breaks the kiss and starts unbuttoning your shirt, nibbling at your skin as she does so. You stroke her back, kissing the top of her head, but she suddenly pushes away, grinning excitedly at you.

"Take that off," she tells you, gesturing at your shirt as she reaches down to pull her own shirt over her head. You gulp as you eye her taut lean body, loving the sight of her black bra against her pale skin, the swelling cupcakes of her breasts hinted at behind the lacy black fabric.

"Come on Jimmy, take your shirt off," she urges with a giggle at your dumbstruck face, then unclasps her bra, letting her pretty, well shaped breasts pop out, each tipped with a pointy nipple, hard and stiff with excitement.

You almost rip your shirt as you urgently pull it off you, staring at her small but perfect breasts as she cups them in her lean fingered hands.