He slowly lowered me back onto his cock and I squealed with pleasure as he went deep into me. He lifted me up and dropped back and down onto him over ...nd over again. My legs were and heels were dangling behind his back in the air and I grabbed him around the neck. He turned with my back to the mirror so he could my ass wiggle firmly as he thrust himself into me. Our bodies were really sweaty now. Partly because we were still hot from our bike workout, and partly from this workout, not to. School was approaching in two weeks, something we were both dreading, but it gave us something to converse about. We also talked about girls, particularly his girlfriend. On everything except for sex, he complained about her. She is so annoying, she never leaves me alone, etc. Those are the things he always told me. When sex was involved, however, she was the best thing in his life. It was rather funny to be honest. After an hour and a half of this, Nate took a break and grabbed a beer from. Unfortunately, she neverseemed to be interested in men. It wasn't until her freshman year in college, when she first met Camilleat a sorority party, that she finally had someone to open up to. Camille knewall to well the difficulties that young freshmen girls sometimes went throughwhen they were away from home for the first time. Camille was an expert listener.She sympathized with the young girl and listened thoughtfully as Susan pouredout her heart over the ensuing weeks. Most of the. It felt good to play again.The elevator dinged and we stepped in nervously, glancing to see if any last-minute passengers might spoil our fun. But the door closed and we were alone.“You sure about this?” he asked, tone incredulous, as he reached for his zipper.I answered with a cocky smile. Thirty-eight floors, I told myself. Two minutes. The door bumped shut, drowning out the sounds of the busy lobby. Before the elevator could even move, I was crouching in front of him, his already hard dick.