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Stepping into the Art-deco styled elevator, we stood next to each other as the small doors slowly rolled shut. The lift purring like an old cat on its last breath as small bangs and moans began to sound, the metal wires strained to the opposing weight, until finally we felt the elevator moving, ever so slowly up towards the sixth floor.
“It’s old so it’s kind of slow,” I said as I guided myself towards one of the corners of the metal box.
“Slow at times can be a good thing,” Clarissa hissed batting her eyes, giggling slightly once more as she looked away.
“So,” I said as I paused, my eyes again trailing off towards her body as I gazed down at her taut cream-colored thighs, through her black fishnet stockings, again fixated on the sharp muscular shapes and the small, detailed gap of her upper thighs that lead to the prize hidden just above her skirt.
“So… up here,” she said as she giggled again, “you were going to say something?” she asked. Caught again I thought as I gazed back into her eyes seeing that she was not upset with my continuing glances of her hot curved body, but instead her eyes were gentle and warm, shimmering… sensual.
“So,” I paused once more, “I heard that you’ve been all over the country and that you’re husband is in the military or something?” I asked.
“Yeah, pretty much,” she sighed deeply, allowing me to hear a bit of distress in her sigh as she rolled her fingers through her locks. “Though it seems that I am by myself a lot,” she said, “I won’t be married for much longer, I don’t like all the constant moving and the lack of being cared for, pursued, or desired.” she hissed as she rolled her hands back down her sides, her head slumping down towards the carpeted flooring.