Apartment F3, on the third floor, in the rear, down the hall. Ring the buzzer and say. 'Wax' so I can buzz you in. Take the lift."As I hung up, I real...zed I was soaking wet and aroused.I placed my purse in the trunk and locked the car. The building from the call was across the parking lot, and as I approached the building, Don, the salesman who sold me the bikini, was holding the door for me. I thanked him, and strolled into the lobby to the lift. The tension in me was bowstring tight, and I. All the while, I held her pelvis against me. As she moved against my crouch, her actions were causing my cock to harden. The longer I teased, sucked, and bit at her nipples; the more intense her movements became against me. I could feel the heat building within her even through my slacks.As I held a nipple in my teeth, I gripped her ass and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around me as I moved her towards the bed. When I felt the bed touch my thighs, I lowered her on to it. All the. You tell me to lick it, by this time I have some tasty flavored lube in my left hand ready to get you going and more lube in my right hand, as I stroke my Venus under my skimpy little outfit. I rub the lube on you, giving you a quick hand job to get you even harder than b4. Then once you’re wet and rock hard I lick the tip, tasting the precum, and then I proceed to suck. A nice gentle suck at first, slow but wet and I don’t stop until my mouth is so wet that it’s dripping out as I continue to. "In the lobby," I replied, not having a better suggestion at the moment."OK. Go get some food. It could be the last for a while," she said, as she walked into the bathroom.I walked over and kissed Christine who only grumbled a little and began stretching herself. I let myself out of the room and headed down to the lobby. Breakfast was not on the menu it would seem. Instead there was bad coffee and a couple of slippery looking donuts. I skipped the donuts and did not finish the coffee. We would.