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Your choice for L was Someone is Listening at the Door!
Aralyn looked at the door. The door itself was opaque, but underneath the door was a sliver of light. The sliver of light was broken by two shadows. Feet.
“Shit,” Aralyn breathed. Her heart rate quickened, and she pushed her skirt down to cover her ass, not even worrying about her soaking wet panties, stretched sideways across her ass. She grabbed her shirt from the floor just as Sevy slipped his cock back inside his boxers, condom and all. She was just pulling her shirt on when the door of the closet opened.
“You!” a voice yelled from the doorway.
Aralyn turned to see a terribly familiar face. It was Sally, standing in the doorway, a swath of the light falling over Sevy and Aralyn.
“Yes, me,” Sevy said with irritation.
“What are you doing in here?” Sally asked.
“What does it look like?” Sevy pulled his shirt over his head.
Sally spluttered for a minute. She seemed unsure of whether she was supposed to answer the question or not.
“Never mind,” Sevy said. “Go back to reception.” He shut the door. “Come on, Aralyn.” He took Aralyn by the hand, and they left the kitchen. A few moments later, they entered an office.
“Where are we?” Aralyn whispered.
“My office,” They entered a small room that housed one desk chair, two chairs for guests, a large desk, a bookshelf and several filing cabinets.
“This is nice,” she said as she surveyed the space. Sevy shut the door quite hard and locked it behind them.
“I am so sick of her,” he seethed.
“Do you think she knew we were in there?” Aralyn asked.
“She must have,” he said. “She doesn’t have anything to do with the kitchen. The tours don’t go there, and she isn’t food staff.”
“Oh,” Aralyn said. She had nothing else to add, though why she was trying to give Sally the benefit of the doubt she had no idea.
“She can’t bother us in here,” he said. “If she comes to the door, I just won’t answer.”
“Good,” Aralyn said. Sevy was leaning against the closed door. She walked up to him and reached for the waistband of his jeans. “You have to be uncomfortable in there.” Aralyn unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. She pulled them down and slipped the condom off his cock, dropping it in a nearby trashcan. “Please tell me that Sally empties your office trash,” she grinned up at him.
He cracked a smile. “I wouldn’t let Sally within ten feet of this office,” he said with seriousness, but also with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Maybe I should hang on to that condom and drop it in the reception trash.” He winked at Aralyn, and she grinned up at him.
“No need to antagonize the beast,” she said. His cock wasn’t hard anymore, and it was rapidly shrinking back into his pants.
“Damnit,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. Sally is ruining everything today.”
“It’s okay,” Aralyn said.
“We should have just gone home,” he said.
“No, it was really hot having sex in the kitchen,” Aralyn murmured as she rose to stand in front of him. “And I’m really looking forward to the party tonight.”
“Good,” he said. He seemed to focus back in on Aralyn. “I want you to have fun. That was the whole point of bringing you here.”
That, and you wanted to show me the dungeon you own, thought Aralyn. “Yes,” she agreed aloud.
“Come on,” he said, and he pulled her into his arms. “I think it might be wise for us to get cleaned up,” he suggested.
“Sure,” she said. She was sure she was a mess, and she certainly felt like a mess. “Where?” she asked.
“Right here,” he said, indicating a door she hadn’t noticed behind his desk.
“Right here?” she asked in disbelief.
“Yeah.” he opened the door and pulled her inside. She was surprised to find a full bathroom with a large tub and adjacent shower.
“Why do you have this?” she asked, somewhat skeptically. Although it wasn’t totally abnormal to have a bathroom off of his office, she wondered why he would need it if he didn’t bring women here regularly.
“When we, well, when I designed the building, I designed a nice big bathroom for basically every room. You’ll find that all of the private rooms have them and there are several off of the main room. They are all behind secret doors, so you have to be looking for them to see them. If you had had a proper tour, you would have known what to look for. But I kind of skipped over that earlier. Sorry.” He did look apologetic as he shed his clothes quickly and then undressed Aralyn. She didn’t argue at all as he undressed her and neatly placed her clothes on a chair next to them.
“Bath or shower?” he asked.”
“Either is fine,” she replied.
He ran the bathwater, pushing the plug into place. They watched the water filling the tub in a comfortable silence. Aralyn was thinking about the hot tubs they would be in later. She was getting nervous about that, too, thinking about the strangers beneath the hot water with her. But she set it out of her mind as she felt Sevy growing hard against her back.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked him, her tone belying that she knew quite well what he was thinking.
“Getting you in the water,” he murmured in her ear.
“Oh?” she said. She hadn’t been expecting that much of a direct answer, or that Sevy had been specifically thinking about her and the tub that was right in front of them.
“Mm-hmm,” he said, and he kissed the back of her neck.
As the tub filled, Sevy motioned for her to get into the water. She did, and she felt relief as the warm water enveloped her. He got in and sat behind her, pulling her against him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and she could feel his cock pressing against her back.
“Please let me know if you’re uncomfortable in any way,” he whispered.
“Mm,” she groaned, “not at all.”
“Good,” he said, and he gently began massaging her stomach just beneath her breasts. He was working his way lower and lower until his expert fingers slipped between her thighs. She parted them for him willingly, and he found her still slick with her juices in the hot water. She could feel his fingers slipping along her slit, but he found her clit quickly and applied just the right amount of pressure. She groaned loudly, and it echoed in the tile of the bathroom.
“Oh my god,” she let out as he pushed his fingers faster on her clit. She kept repeating it over and over again. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.”
“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear. She desperately wanted to cum, and she was very close, but she was only just on the edge of it. “Cum for me, Aralyn.” And when he said her name she felt herself fall off the cliff into oblivion. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, and she writhed against him, churning the water, pressing her back against his cock even harder.
Her hips bucked, trying to push him away. He didn’t fight her, though, and he slipped his fingers back from between her legs. She relaxed against him, completely sated. “That was incredible,” she whispered. She didn’t trust her voice to speak any louder than that.
“Yes, it was,” he agreed, even though he hadn’t had any pleasure.
She smiled up at him over her shoulder, and she felt him rubbing his hands along her hips and sides and up over her breasts, but he was caressing, not being insistent at all.
She felt her stomach start growling then. She hadn’t ever finished eating before because they had been distracted by their little tryst in the kitchen.
“Do I hear your stomach growling?” he asked.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“Do you want to go get something to eat? You never did finish your mozzarella sticks.”
“I know,” she replied, but she was so comfortable in the warm water that she wasn’t sure how to respond.
Does she agree to get out of the bath and get food, or does she prefer to stay in the warm water with Sevy?
She wants to stay in the bath.
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