Emily and Steve Part 1

After we finished our drinks, we hit the dance floor, and soon Emily was in my arms facing away from me, her ass pressing up and grinding against my groin. I let my hands drift down her body, past the hem line of her skirt and across the smooth skin of her thighs. I buried my nose in her blonde hair, inhaling deeply, and then moving her hair to the side so I could kiss the nape of her neck.

We continued to dance, our bodies sliding against each other until I was ready to explode. I would have taken Emily right there, in the bathroom of the Blo club, I was so horny, but I decided a slightly more refined approach was called for.

"Emily, my apartment is only a few blocks away. Would you care to come over for a drink?" I asked. She smiled, grabbed my hand and without a word led me out of the club.

The four block walk to my apartment was one of the most torturous events of my life. I just wanted to be upstairs in my apartment with Emily in my arms, but the walk seemed like it took forever. Finally we arrived at my building, and took the elevator to the 12th floor. Just as the doors open, Emily turned around, pressed me against the back of the elevator, and gave me an amazingly passionate kiss. My knees buckled and the blood drained from my head. I felt like I'd just run a marathon. Emily turned and strutted out of the elevator, asking me "what apartment number?"

"1214," I called out weakly, still steadying myself against the back wall of the elevator. I probably would have stood their all night if the doors starting to close hadn't jarred me back to reality. I dashed out of the elevator just ahead of the closing doors.

Emily was walking down the hall, about 10 feet ahead of me. She reached up to her shoulders, and moved the straps of her dress off down her arms. The dress fell to the floor, and Emily stepped out of it. She walked down the hallway wearing nothing but her black heels and a black thong showing off her amazing tight ass. "Can you get that for me," she asked, gesturing back towards the dress lying on the floor.