4th Floor

A true account of a long ago public sex act.

Michael liked me to wear skirts with no panties, he liked total access at his leisure. If I know I am going to see him that is what I wear, but Friday I didn't think we were going to be seeing one another so I wore shorts, my pink lace thong, and a tank top.

When I called him from work to see how things were going, he asked if I wanted to go to the knife show with him at the Holiday Inn Parkside, it was July 28th, the Hell's Angels were rolling into town...I told him I would only have an hour but sure! I was dying to have him fuck me, we hadn't seen each other in a few days, and I was craving him badly. We had only met two weeks before and we were already so passionate, hot and in love that we couldn't keep our hands off one another (or our tongues)...but, given that we didn't have a lot of time and that we had been trying not to fuck EVERY single time we were around each other, and do some fun things together outside the bedroom as well, I didn't think I needed to change for our little meeting.

I picked him up at 4:00 and we drove over to the show. It was hot and I had my hair pulled back, he pulled it down before we went inside. It made me wonder if he was feeling frisky, but I didn't really think too much of it. It was just his nature and I enjoyed it regardless of his intent.

We walked around, looking at the tables, holding hands...just having a nice time being together. After we had made the circuit, we started walking around the atrium. We talked casually about the show and what we were going to do with our weekend, it was very casual, then he mentioned he was looking for the elevators...which instantly got my mind working. He was still being very casual, but I didn't see any reason for us to use the elevators...I imagined we might have a little fun, maybe he would push me down on my knees and take his hard cock out for me to suck. Or maybe he would open my shorts and start fingering my wet pussy!

Instead, we got in and he just held my hand politely...I must admit I was a little disappointed and now more curious than every about what he had in mind. He knew my penchant for risky and dangerous sex, and I knew his desire to fulfill my fantasies and the pleasure he derived from doing so.

He pushed the button for the fourth floor. Hmmm...now my mind was really racing. I tried to focus on what he was saying, trying not to show my boundless intrigue. But he had talked about sharing me with someone and part of me wondered if maybe he had asked someone to be up there in a room. As we stepped out of the elevator, we began walking down the hall, the carpeting was a deep red and the halls were so dimly lit that you could see the bright sunlight shining out into the hall from the closed rooms surrounding us. He went to a door and tried the handle. My heart stopped for a second. It was locked. "Just checking for a vacant one left open." Michael said. Then he opened the door to the stairs. He quickly came out and I asked curiously what he was doing. He said he was looking for a way onto the roof.

There was no access from that stairwell, then he tried another...he led me out of the hall into the grey stairwell.

There was a black door but it was padlocked and chained, we wouldn't be able to live out that fantasy today. Instead of leaving though, he grabbed me and began kissing me deeply, he pushed me up against the wall. I reached down and began rubbing his cock through his shorts. He began kissing my ear and my neck, biting down on my shoulder, which he knows makes me weak in the knees. He spun me around, pressing me against the wall with his body. He began kissing my neck again, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling my head back, instantly sending floods of wetness into my pussy. I felt his mouth against my ear, the warm moisture of his breath making me weak, as he whispered in that deep, commanding voice..."Do you like this? Do you like the idea we might get caught? Should I rip your shorts off and fuck you right here?" He asked. He knew the idea frightened me, but he also knew how much I wanted it...I knew this was less of a question and more of a command, but I moaned yes anyway as he reached down my shorts and began fingering my pussy, biting on my neck. I could feel his cock pressing against me and knew that he would fuck me hard.

He reached around and placed the finger that had just been buried in my pussy between my lips, I licked eagerly, savoring the sweet juices I had made to receive his cock. I loved the taste. He then grabbed my shoulders and told me to kneel. He pressed me down onto my knees and I took his cock out. I began running my lips over the head eagerly, tasting the pre-cum that was leaking out slowly. I licked the head with my tongue as I slid my lips up and down the length...letting it slide deep into my throat and then back out again.

He didn't let me enjoy his cock in my mouth too long, he pulled me up by my hair and then bent me over...sliding my shorts and my lacey thong down around my knees in his normally aggressive manner. I bent far over, pressing my palms flat against the wall and standing up on my toes so I was at just the right height to receive his hard cock. My pussy was so wet from the shear excitement of it all. I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy and pressed back toward him eagerly.

He slid inside me so gently but then began fucking me hard and fast. It felt so good. Then I bent lower so he could press deeper inside me. The wonderful curve of his cock touching me in all the right spots. It was so exciting, right there on the landing, his cock pressing in and out of me. I had a hard time being quiet. I just wanted to moan and tell him how much pleasure he was giving me. But I bit down and just pressed back against him.

We heard a door close in the hallway but knew no one would be using the stairs, it was kind of exciting to think of someone walking past the door in that hallway. I was focusing on how nice his cock felt...when, like a gunshot, the door swung open! Michael quickly pulled his cock out of my pussy, leaving me gaping empty so suddenly. He tucked his cock back into his shorts but I was less able to conceal myself, the older man carrying his box saw me in all my glory, ass up in the air, ready for fucking. My shorts and underwear were around my ankles! I hid behind Michael and tried to pull them up as quickly as possible. The man didn't say anything, he walked toward the stairs...I was still frantically trying to recompose when he turned around...as if he just couldn't believe he had really caught us having sex!

My pants were still open and I was just sliding my underwear up over my freshly shaved pussy. All I could manage was a stunned, "Sorry". He continued down the stairs and I finally got my pants up and closed. Michael took my hand and led me back into the hall.

If the halls had seemed confusing and similar to me before it was twice as bad now, I was so mortified! I had been caught before but never like that! He and I had talked about being caught and I had told him how shaky and red I had gotten. But this was worse, this was so obvious and so naughty! I kept saying I couldn't believe it, my face was flushed red and Michael just laughed, he had NEVER been caught before but he seemed to be taking it much better than I was. The more I worried about that man being angry, the more he laughed. He was making fun of me, "What are they going to do, arrest us for having sex?" he laughed...I could feel my face flushed with red and the fear coursed through my body.

What if he was angry and was waiting for us downstairs when we went to leave. What if he turned around and came back up to talk to us! I love the idea of having sex in dangerous places, but it ISN'T about getting caught for me! Michael told me that if the man had stopped to watch he would have offered to let him fuck me. I was to upset to be turned on by that then.

Michael seemed to be thoroughly enjoying my embarrassment. We finally got back to the elevators and my knees were finally beginning to stop their shaking, but I was wearing that sexual glow and couldn't get my color or my heart rate back under control. We stepped into the elevator and an older couple came down the hall...Michael held the doors for them. It was a long ride down three floors! Michael tried to make chit chat, but I just felt like they could see right through us...at least the husband! It was as if it were written across my forehead what we had been doing! I wondered if he could smell my pussy, if the scent were still lingering on my mouth from when Michael had let me suck my juices off his finger.

We got out of the elevator...no police, no hotel security! I was making a frantic run for the door. Michael held me back, he was calm and relaxed. He had a firm grip on my hand and as I tried to walk quickly ahead of him, he kept me back, like a dog on a leash being made to heel. Then he whispered, "Not so fast my love, just walk out like you own the place". I tried to do as he said but it was so difficult, I knew he was exploiting my embarrassment and all I wanted to do was be somewhere else. We got into the car and I was still shaky. It was fun and exciting and I was glad it was over...almost!

I took him back to his house...the fact was, he had been very close to cumming and so was I. I came inside for a minute, I didn't have long. He kissed me again, deeply, passionately. He took my pants back down and pressed me against the wall forcefully. It felt so good. He thrust his cock back inside me and began to finish what we had started. The position was a little awkward so he moved me over so I could rest my hands on the stairs just inside his house...I bent far over and he fucked me so hard and so fast...I began rubbing my clit and worked myself into a wonderful orgasm...followed shortly thereafter by his own. He kissed me as I left his house, still a little weak but now feeling satisfied! This was one of our first adventures together and I already know it wasn't our last.