Black lacy french knickers and bra, hold-up stockings, tight denim jeans down to your ankle, a carefully ironed white blouse with the top button undon..., revealing your soft brown skin beneath, and a short tailored jacket. You look through your heels and decide on a simple navy pair, a 3′ heel just lifting you up and letting your butt wiggle in your jeans as you walk. You push your hair back and grab your sunglasses, using them like a hairband. Then you check yourself in the mirror, admiring. "If I give you my phone, can you call your mother while I keep going, so we can get out of here before the fire gets much worse?"She loved that idea, and I handed her my phone. The stairwell was as empty as a tomb. Whoever could get out was long gone, and we were alone, possibly trapped, and the fire was right above us. That kept me moving, even though my legs and back ached like I'd been beaten by experts.Kristine obviously knew her mother's cell number by heart, because she got through to her. I dropped my hand in to my pussy where is was wet with his cum and started to fiddle with my clit, then I felt his hand grip around it and move in unison as I strummed away at it. God I was horny now, moaning and panting as I was beginning to come.I slid faster on to his cock, gripping it tighter in my hand before hearing him grunt as he shot his load again, perfect timing as I nipped my legs tight shut and my fanny juice began to flow.He was a heavy cumer even after shooting his load once. Ian’s cock throbbed in his pants and he could hear Lauren breathing heavily. Ian felt a brush against his lips, so he parted them and put his hands behind Lauren’s head. They kissed each other passionately. As their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, Lauren unbuckled Ian’s belt and slid his jeans down off his crotch. Ian’s pounding cock was finally free and it sprang up in the fresh air. Lauren smirked when she felt the absence of hair on his cock; it was clean shaven and she guessed it was.