Elevator Secrets After Dark

The rain hammered against the panoramic windows of the five-star Obsidian Hotel, a relentless percussion that mirrored the growing heat between my wife, Seraphina, and me. We’d spent the evening indulging in an overabundance of champagne and reminiscing about our past conquests, each memory igniting a familiar, undeniable desire. As the rich scent of aged oak and expensive perfume filled the air, a playful challenge hung between us, a silent invitation to push boundaries. Looking at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief, she said, “You know, we’ve never fooled around in an elevator.”

A slow smile spread across my face, a silent acknowledgment of the proposition. Seraphina rose gracefully, her figure a study in elegant curves encased in a flowing, emerald green dress that clung to her lithe form. Her heels, crafted from polished leather and adorned with tasteful diamonds, clicked softly against the marble floor as she sauntered away, her brunette hair cascading down her back, drawing attention to her captivating cleavage. The halter top of her dress showcased a hint of pale pink skin, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her as she moved. It was a potent combination of beauty and allure.

Upon returning, she coyly announced, “Check please!” Her voice was low and husky, laced with a playful invitation. Without hesitation, I reached for our champagne flutes, the crystal cool against my fingertips. As we made our way to the lobby, a palpable tension filled the air, a silent countdown to the inevitable. The elevator doors opened, revealing a vacant car, and we stepped inside, the doors sliding shut behind us with a quiet hiss.

As the elevator began its ascent, Seraphina instinctively moved closer, her body leaning against mine. Her warm breath brushed against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. It wasn't long before the urgency of our desire took over. She knelt in front of me, her movements fluid and deliberate, as I released my rigid cock from my dress slacks, the weight of it suddenly feeling both thrilling and vulnerable. We needed to act swiftly, our limited time in the confined space intensifying the heat between us.

As we approached the 4th floor, Seraphina rose to her feet, and the doors opened, revealing only empty hallways. The lack of any other passengers only fueled our excitement, solidifying the feeling that this moment was uniquely ours. We pressed the button to return to the lobby, the elevator descending with a smooth, silent grace. Seraphina swiftly got back down, her movements swift and purposeful. I slid my penis over her tongue, back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through my body. This time, though, our eyes locked, a silent acknowledgment of the raw desire consuming us both. It was a breathtaking sight – the intensity of her gaze, the subtle tremor in her lips, and the undeniable anticipation radiating from her. The pleasure was immense, a torrent of sensation that threatened to overwhelm us, but the ride was short as we reached our destination, and we quickly composed ourselves.

A bit worked up, we exited the elevator and turned the corner to one of the hallways leading to meeting rooms. We checked each of the doors, but they were all locked, a frustrating barrier to our shared desires. Then, tucked away in an alcove off the hallway, we found a door that was isolated from the rest. I gently guided Seraphina into that secluded area, and as she lifted her dress, exposing her finely groomed vagina, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the pleasure to come. Her skin was already moist, a testament to the growing heat, as I took a long, vertical lick, parting her pussy lips as I did so. In response, she let out a long, drawn-out moan, her hands grasping my hair, directing my tongue up and down on her. This continued for a few minutes, the rhythm hypnotic and intoxicating, as we both lost ourselves in the shared experience. Her eyes were closed, her body arched in anticipation, as she expertly worked, enjoying giving as much as I enjoyed receiving.

Suddenly, we heard a commotion at the end of the hallway, a clear sign that someone was approaching. Instinctively, I gave her a final, lingering stroke and pulled her dress back down, covering her delicate body once more. Composing ourselves again, I took her hand and led her down the hallway where we found a stairwell.

Once inside, I pushed her against the railing, getting down on my knees and lifting her leg by her thigh, positioning myself for optimal penetration. It gave me a great angle to continue licking her dripping pussy. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes as she was lost in the pleasure, her breathing becoming more shallow and rapid. She grabbed my head tighter, directing the penetration to where she needed it, softly humming with each pass. This continued for a few minutes until we heard a door close as someone entered the stairway on the floor above us. I let her leg back down, and we exited out a door to the outside courtyard.

The courtyard was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. In the center stood a gazebo, its two egg-shaped, wicker chairs suspended overhead by thick chains. It was the perfect place to continue what we had started, a secluded sanctuary for our shared desires.

I gently placed her in one of the swinging chairs, and she quickly spread her legs through the side supports, finding a comfortable and intimate position. She lifted her dress, revealing her perfectly toned legs, as I got down on my knees before her, my gaze locked on her exquisite body. This time, I started by inserting two fingers deep inside her, feeling the familiar thrill of anticipation. In and out, I penetrated her, vibrating back and forth until my fingers were wet with her juices. As I removed my fingers from her vagina, I leaned in to suck her swollen clitoris, the sensation both intense and electrifying. To replace my fingers, she moved her hand down and began to stimulate herself as I continued to orally pleasure her, my hands exploring every inch of her sensitive flesh.

Sensing it was now my turn, she pushed me back, a playful challenge that ignited my desire even further. I stood in front of her, my muscles tensed with anticipation, as she unzipped my pants and fished my pulsing cock from my trousers. The heat between us intensified, building to a fever pitch. Holding onto the arms of the chair, I watched as she sensually massaged my penis, teasing my bulging head with her fingertips. She tasted the pre-cum that began to leak from all the sexual tension that had been building, savoring the moment of intense pleasure. Taking me deep into her throat, I was getting lost in the erotic moment, but still managed to spy our surroundings, ensuring that no one was around. The courtyard was deserted, leaving us alone with our desires.

After a few reflexive twitches of my cock in her mouth, I was getting close to ejaculating, but I knew it was too soon. I like to make sure she gets her orgasm before I do. I pulled my shaft out of her mouth and sat down in the other chair, taking a deep breath to regain my composure. She stood up, lifted her dress, turned, and guided my cock into her from behind, her touch both gentle and confident. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position, allowing us to fully embrace the pleasure of our encounter. As I slowly slid into her, her pussy contracted over my shaft and expanded as I pulled out, the sensation both overwhelming and exquisite. While I penetrated her, I massaged the bottom of her vagina with my thumb, her necklace tapping against the railing, her earrings and bracelets dangled as I pumped her with each thrust.

The adventurous foreplay of the evening had brought us to our sexual pinnacle. I could feel her tunnel tighten over me as her cries of passion increased, her body arching in ecstasy. I knew she was close, and I could feel it building inside me as well. I pushed faster and deeper until passing the point of no return; releasing into her a draining climax that simultaneously set her off. Her back arched, and she let out an uncontrollable scream as her orgasm came in waves, a torrent of sensation that left us both breathless and exhilarated.

We stayed in that position for a few moments, our pulses returning to normal, our bodies cooling and relaxing. Then, we laughed about it later, admitting that we may have been exhibitionists, a thrilling thought considering the circumstances. Though we don't consider ourselves as such, it was indeed thrilling to fool around in this public place while trying to be discreet.

As we headed back to our room, I got on my knees, pushing her against the wall and licking her some more on the quick ride to the 4th floor. Once inside, we found a comfortable chair on the balcony overlooking the city lights. She pulled off my shoes and pants and pushed me down, her touch both playful and seductive. She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward, she placed my dick between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me, cupping her hands around her nipples and applying just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense.

Once again, I was getting close, and it was important to slow down before I went too far. I pulled back, and she stood up, lifting her dress, turning to face me, and guiding my cock into her from behind. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position as I grabbed her thighs and slid my cock in and out from behind. Her breaths were getting quicker and heavier as she grabbed onto the chair and pulled me deep inside. We were both on the verge of climax when we heard a door from the hotel open, interrupting our passionate embrace. A security guard was passing through and interrupted us with, “Guys, you can’t do that here.” My wife slid off of me, and all she could muster in reply was, “Umm, ok.” He must have gotten a good look at what was going on, but he didn’t linger while I pulled up my pants.

Well, now we were pent up, so we headed back to our room. In the ride up the elevator, I got on my knees, pushed her to the wall, and licked her some more on the quick ride to the 4th floor.

We hurried back to the room and out to a chair on the balcony. She pulled off my shoes and pants and pushed me down. She started sucking me again while she loosened the knot of her halter top, exposing her natural, gorgeous breasts. Leaning forward, she placed my dick between her cleavage and started to tit fuck me, cupping her hands around her nipples and applying just the right amount of pressure as her mouth was eagerly waiting to suck my head each time I pushed up. The warm saliva from her tongue was lubricating her chest, making the feeling intense.

Once again, I was getting close, and it was important to slow down before I went too far. I pulled back, and she stood up, lifting her dress, turning to face me, and guiding my cock into her from behind. The suspended chair offered a perfect penetration position as I grabbed her thighs and slid my cock in and out from behind. Her breaths were getting quicker and heavier as she grabbed onto the chair and pulled me deep inside. We were both on the verge of climax when we heard the door from the hotel open, interrupting our passionate embrace. A security guard was passing through and interrupted us with, “Guys, you can’t do that here.” My wife slid off of me, and all she could muster in reply was, “Umm, ok.” He must have gotten a good look at what was going on, but he didn’t linger while I pulled up my pants.

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