1. The Elevator


    Date: 11/22/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: noosey_slt, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    did not even know. Not only had I placed my tongue on her, but I had even made her orgasm! Surprisingly, a sudden surge of pride filled me. I looked up and smiled. She was not looking at me; rather she was applying lipstick and checking herself in a small compact. How she could see herself in the dimness was beyond me, until I realized with a start that the lights of the city were back on and the elevator light was dimly on. I looked around in a panic for my clothing, but could only find my brassiere wrapped around my wrists and the thigh highs I had been wearing all day. She casually picked up her dress, zipped it around her sexy hips, then retrieved the vest and pulled it on. She buttoned it part way, leaving a fair bit of cleavage exposed. She was a vision who almost glowed in the lights of the city. "Where are my clothes?" I inquired? "Oh, you won't need them," she replied tersely. I began to stammer in panic when I noticed my clothing stuffed into her purse. "Wha... Wha... why?" She just smiled at me and helped me to my feet. I stood there in the elevator naked, my face glistening with her recent excitement. I could still taste her on my lips. I had never felt so exposed. or aroused... She pressed a button and the elevator began to move. "What floor are you going to?" I asked "Why don't be silly," she replied casually, "The 47th, of course..." My heart began to pound in my chest as she reached down and picked up my purse. She placed the strap diagonally over my ...
    shoulder, the leather strap of the Prada highlighting my breasts almost as a good frame would enhance a painting. The door opened. She took me by my arm and we stepped out. "What is your room number?" she asked me as we stepped into the thankfully deserted hallway. I breathed a sigh of relief that no one else was there and told her, "Room 4726. It’s to the right. Please let’s hurry!" She took me by my arm and we walked down the long hallway. The plebeian art that populated every hotel I could ever afford to stay in stared at me accusingly as I was led past the pictures. She looked appraisingly at the lock and looked at me questioningly. "In my purse, side pocket" I squeaked. She quickly retrieved the key card and opened the door and we stepped into the overly air conditioned chill of my room. She closed the door behind us. My nipples instantly hardened in the cool and I noticed her’s did as well. At least I suspected it was from the chill. She stepped to the window and opened the curtains, letting the lights of the city fill the room. It was the only light in the darkened hotel room. "Have a seat," she told me, and I made a move to sit on the ottoman by the window. "No," she scolded sternly. "At my feet, on the floor. Perhaps you would be more comfortable kneeling." I slowly sank to my knees into the cheap hotel carpet. "I would think that a classy place like this would have better carpet," I thought to myself as I looked down shamefully. She neatly placed my clothing on the dresser ...
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