She didn't want to leave and I didn't want to watch her go, so I locked my apartment door behind me and walked to the elevator without a backward glan...e. She'd be gone when I got back, I was sure of it.It was a bit late to find someone new, but I'd manage somehow.I always had.A cute waitress worked the night shift at the all-night diner on the corner of 59th and Tenth. She'd given me the eye a few times when I'd gone in for coffee late at night. I decided to walk the few blocks to see if she. Her face was a touch flushed, but otherwise she looked almost normal. Normal enough that if he weren’t looking for the signs, he might not have noticed a difference. Her nipples were still hard. ‘Leaving for the day?’ she asked him. ‘Naw, just getting a little air,’ Alan told her. He paused, right next to the tall reception desk, and then turned back to her. ‘You know, you look really nice this evening, Ally. Something good happen?’ There was a momentary spike of panic in her expression, but. Every restaurant he worked at previously loved hiring pretty girls. And no restaurant he worked at before had a staff room where employees lounged around naked. His face immediately flushed and his heart started pumping.When he was young, he had always hated the locker rooms for this very reason. Every time his swim team was finished with practice, he would swim a few more cooldown laps so he wouldn't have to walk through the locker room and showers filled with speedo clad bodies and freely. Harder, faster, working against her body, sending sensations flooding over her. She felt herself grow wetter and revelled in the feelings, inhaling deeply, catching the scent of sex, of herself, beginning to pervade the room, mingling with the vanilla. She opened her eyes and stared out of the window drinking in the scene of snow and moonlight before her. She was caught between the cold of the glass and the hard muscled warmth of his body, his lips on her neck, his cock pressing against her she.