Jun slipped his hand across the small of Elle’s back. He felt her muscles tense and a small smirk broke across his lips. The click of Elle’s heels on the marble floors echoed as she walked with Jun through the entrance of the ballroom. Her red gown clung to her body, a plunging neckline drawing attention to ample cleavage. Her young escort wore a tailored dark blue suit with a white shirt and royal blue bow tie. Elle held her silver clutch tightly as she struggled to maintain her composure as her hot blood still coursed through her body.
Elle’s heart raced and she felt beads of sweat run down her temples. ‘Everyone’s going to know’ she thought, as they approached the large, ornate wooden doors of the ballroom entrance. As if he could read her mind, Jun leaned down and whispered in Elle’s ear, “I held back so no one could tell.”
Elle trembled and her knees just about gave way. She would have fallen if it weren’t for Jun’s arm around her waist, holding her upright. Jun grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one to L.
He raised his glass. “To old friends.”
Elle smiled and clinked Jun’s glass. The heat coursing through her body began to wane and Elle’s memories returned as a coherent series of events rather than intense flashes of visceral sensation. As Elle walked with Jun towards the table they were seated at, her first memory returned. She sipped her champagne and became lost in thought, recounting the events of the evening.
Elle came to the event alone. She was invited by a close friend and attended as a courtesy to her. She enjoyed dressing up and needed no excuse to break out her killer red dress. The light material clung to her body, accentuating her wide hips and generous breasts. Elle was the first person at her table so she pulled her phone from her clutch and scrolled through her social media accounts to pass the time.
“Wow, long time no see.” The deep, familiar voice shocked Elle and she whipped her head up.
Sitting across from her at the round table was a handsome man with a trimmed beard in a dark blue tailored three-piece suit. The man smiled and Elle couldn’t help but smile back.
“Oh my god, Jun! What are you doing here?” Elle said.
Jun worked with Elle almost 5 years ago. He was a young, new employee who worked under Elle for about a year before Elle took a position at a different company. They kept in touch and not long after started dating. Their relationship was passionate but ended nearly 2 years ago when Jun moved across the country for work. It was the first time they’d seen or spoken to each other since.
Jun continued, “A friend of mine invited me. I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I got an invite from a friend too. What a crazy coincidence.”
They caught-up with each other’s lives and Jun eventually moved to sit next to L. Their table had filled in the meantime, however, the two of them were lost in conversation.
Elle felt Jun’s hand touch her thigh. He held her gaze and for a moment and they sat in silence.
“I could use some fresh air. Care to join me?” Jun said. Elle held his gaze and nodded. His dark, searching eyes were one of her weaknesses.
They walked out of the main ballroom and towards the front doors. Suddenly, she felt him grab her hand and drag her in another direction. Elle found herself in a dimly lit hallway off to one side, pressed against a wall. They stood there for a moment, and all she could think was ‘how did he know that all I could think about was him pinning me against a wall?’
Elle stood there, staring into Jun’s eyes, their heavy breathing drowned out the sounds of the festivities emanating from the ballroom.
Elle broke the tension, grabbing Jun’s head in her hands and kissing him passionately. Her head spun as Jun whisked them deeper down the hall and into a storage room. Elle felt the zipper of her gown expertly drawn and sliding off her body. Jun’s hands grabbed and squeezed Elle’s breasts, his lips never leaving hers.
He held her against a storage shelf, his strength keeping Elle upright as her knees weakened and her mind clouded.
Elle felt his fingers touch her soaked underwear, and she Ankara escort opened her eyes to see Jun waiting for her. Elle bit her lip and nodded. Her breath caught and her mouth fell agape as his slender fingers slipped deep inside her and found purchase on her pleasure point. Jun’s tender, rhythmic massage coupled with his delicate kisses on her neck had Elle flailing for support from the shelves and mops scattered around her. She eventually settled on Jun’s head, gripping tightly to keep herself upright and conscious. The surges of euphoria reverberating through her body overtook her. She was sent back to her days with Jun long past. He knew her body almost as well as she did. Every movement was calculated, honed with practice.
Elle felt her orgasm crest, and just before crashing, as if on cue, Jun moved his lips to her earlobe and gently sucked. The final note of Elle’s orgasmic concerto was masterfully played and Elle screamed as she came, her body spasmed, and she clenched around his fingers. She stood there clutching him until the waves dissipated before finally gathering herself and standing on her own strength.
“I hate that you can do that so easily,” Elle said as she slid back into her dress. “That’s not fair.”
Jun smiled and zipped up her dress. “You can get me back next time,” he responded with a smirk.
Elle glared at Jun as they left the storage closet together. “What makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” Elle said, instinctively holding Jun’s arm as they emerged from the darkened hallway. Jun’s only response was a hand placed on Elle’s lower back.
Returning to the present, Elle’s glazed look was replaced by flush cheeks and fidgeting. ‘What else did he remember?’ Elle thought to herself as she gulped the last of her champagne. She looked over at Jun who was talking to some people at the bar a few meters away. She took him in, his posture, his laugh, his hair. Few people knew her buttons like he did. She grabbed another glass from a passing server and walked straight over to him.
She approached Jun and the two men he was speaking to. “If you will excuse us gentlemen, I need to have a word with Jun,” she said as she grabbed his arm and escorted him away before the two men could respond.
She brought him out to a corner of the lobby. “You never answered my question. How do you know there will be a next time.” Elle’s voice remained steady even though she melted inside as she stared up at him.
A smile broke across Jun’s face, “I don’t know. But I think your flush cheeks are a good indication.”
Elle released Jun’s arm and took a half step backwards. Jun stepped forward, his arms raised, surrendering. He dropped his voice to a register only Elle could hear, “I’m sorry, I was joking. Truly, I just missed you, and I felt that spark when we were at the table. You know how desperately I want to pleasure you,” Jun held Elle’s hands, “you know me, I would never presume. I still can’t believe you’re standing in front of me right now, and I couldn’t let you go without giving you something.”
Elle’s anger subsided, though the flush in her cheeks remained. How could she forget as much as Jun remembered? Jun jokingly presumed Elle’s next actions constantly when they were together. And every time Elle would give him a smirk and a raised eyebrow, coupled with a ‘we’ll see about that’.
Elle squeezed Jun’s hands. “I’m sorry. I’m just as shocked as you that we’re face-to-face right now. And on top of that, what you were able to do, after all this time. It caught me off guard.” Jun released Elle’s hands and wrapped her in a tight hug. Their hug lasted long enough for them to communicate exactly how much they missed each other and how much it meant to them that they could share this moment. Releasing from their embrace, they walked back into the ballroom and enjoyed the rest of the evening.
Elle poured her morning coffee and leaned against the kitchen counter as she took her first sip. She stared intently at her phone sitting on the kitchen table in front of her. Elle took another sip, continuing to stare at the phone.
‘It’s 9am, there’s no way he’s going to text me Ankara escort bayan this early’ Elle thought. She walked past her silent phone towards the living room and sat cross-legged on the couch. She opened her laptop to distract herself with some early morning online shopping as she finished up her coffee. She lifted her laptop to place it on the coffee table in order to replenish her cup. Just as she placed the laptop down, a Signal notification popped up on her computer.
Elle’s heart jumped into her throat as she picked the laptop up and sat back down on the couch.
Jun’s message read, ‘Hey, sorry for texting you so early. Couldn’t wait to ask you out for a drink.’ Elle smiled as she replied, ‘I’d love to grab a drink.’ They set their date for later that night.
Before Elle knew it, she was getting ready for her date. Elle slipped into a pair of snug jeans with a red top and grabbed her purse before hopping into her Lyft.
Elle walked into the bar and saw Jun sitting at a small table nestled in the corner. He wore black jeans and a navy blue long-sleeve shirt. She gave him a hug and sat across from him. Their conversation picked up from where they left off the night before. Elle stuck to her tequila while Jun sipped his gin and tonic. The night progressed and the conversation shifted to the moment in the storage closet at the gala.
“It’s like you read my mind. Your fingers were all I could think about, and then suddenly you’re knuckle deep,” Elle said, giggling.
Jun smiled, “I didn’t have to read your mind. When we were sitting there, you kept glancing down at my hands. I even moved them around to make sure.”
Elle blushed, “Wow. I’m that predictable, huh.” She downed the last bit of her drink and waved at their server for another.
“I wouldn’t say you’re predictable. I just know what you like and what you want.” Jun looked Elle in her eyes. She felt her stomach flutter and was aware that he knew exactly what she wanted next.
After finishing their next round of drinks, Jun paid the bill and they stood up to leave.
Elle took her phone out of her pocket to check the time. As they left the bar, Elle looped her arm through Jun’s as they walked quietly down the street.
“You know, you’re not the only one who can read minds,” Elle said.
Elle peered up at Jun who had a quizzical look on his face. Without breaking stride, Elle reached into her purse and pulled out a thin, black leather collar with a golden buckle. “I noticed you rubbing and scratching your neck last night as well as tonight.” Elle saw Jun’s eyes soften and his face became flush as they continued walking.
She felt him squeeze her arm. His silence gave her all the information she needed. Rounding the block, Elle pointed out a dive bar, “We’re going there next. It’s one of my haunts.”
They walked in and headed towards the bar. As Jun pulled out a bar stool to take a seat, Elle seized his arm and dragged him to an employees only hallway behind the bar. Jun gave a startled look at the bartender who only returned a knowing smile and a wink. Near the end of the small hallway, Elle swung open a red door and pushed Jun inside before shutting it behind them. The room was small and furnished with a plush couch and coffee table. The only light was a single, dim red light bulb overhead.
Jun spun around to face Elle. She looked up at him and wrapped her fingers around his throat. She watched Jun’s eyes light up and she brought his face down to kiss him. She felt Jun’s hands begin sliding over her hips and she immediately slapped them away with her free hand and squeezed his throat tighter.
“Don’t touch me until you’re wearing your uniform,” Elle whispered, her lips pressed to his ear.
She released his throat and handed him the collar. Jun hastily secured the buckle and stood timidly in front of her. Elle peered down at Jun’s pants and noticed a prominent bulge forming. She slowly undid his belt and removed his pants and underwear, revealing his engorged, twitching penis.
Elle got down on her knees and peered up at K. “You’re mine now,” Elle whispered, her words cutting through the muted Escort Ankara bustle of the bar outside. Jun bit his lip and nodded, his hands at his sides. Elle leaned forward with her mouth open, but before making contact with the tip of Jun’s desperate member, she pulled back and stood up. Jun’s involuntary whimper produced a sly grin on Elle’s face as she walked past Jun and sat on the couch.
Elle propped her feet up against the coffee table with her legs spread. Jun stood and stared at Elle’s open invitation, but hesitated.
Elle smiled, “You remember now, don’t you.” Jun nodded, this red cheeks matching the colour of the room.
Jun removed his shirt and Elle kicked the coffee table further away from her, creating space for him to stand in front of her. He turned his back to Elle, spread his legs, and bent over with this hands holding on to the table.
Elle took in the sight of Jun’s firm, round ass presented before her. She gave it a sharp slap, followed by a slow, relieving rub. She spread his cheeks to examine the shaved, little hole she’d grown accustomed to using. Elle slowly ran her finger over Jun’s void before leaning in and twirled her tongue around the rim.
Hearing Jun’s soft moans, Elle undid her own pants and shimmied them off. She eyed Jun’s balls handing in front of her and kissed them before working her lips and tongue over them and across his perineum. Elle fondled Jun’s full balls as she ran her tongue across them and towards his inviting hole. Jun’s moans grew louder as she rimmed him, her hands expertly stimulating his testes. She felt the puddle forming between her legs and wanted nothing more than to be filled by Jun’s yet untouched tumescent member.
“You’ve done well,” Elle said as Jun turned around to face her, his erect penis at her eye level.
Elle stood up and stepped in close to K, the warmth of his member pressed against her lower stomach. Jun leaned down and kissed her deeply, his strong hands reaching around and squeezing her ass.
In a single, effortless motion Jun lifted Elle up off the ground, and before Elle had a moment to gather herself, she felt penetration. Elle gasped and wrapped her arms around Jun’s neck as he thrust into her, suspended off the ground with her knees spread wide and high. Elle screamed into Jun’s shoulder, biting down into his flesh with every deep, pulsating pump. his deep, guttural moans echoed in Elle’s ear as he held her up, filling her to the brim with every drive of his hips.
Through shut eyes Elle felt Jun swivel and lower down onto the couch. She opened her eyes to look deep into his, the sweat on his face glimmering under the red light. Elle tangled her fingers in Jun’s hair as she took over, riding his cock, feeling every inch. Jun’s moans grew louder as Elle worked her hips faster, every bit of him bringing her closer to nirvana.
She felt his breath quicken and his moans becoming louder as his hands ran across Elle’s body. She felt him swell inside her and clenched as Jun’s nails dragged drown her back. He came with a furiousness she knew only he had. Jun’s eruption had his body shuddering with aftershocks. Elle felt him pump and his grip on her body tighten. The heat from the scratches down her back added to the rushing current of pleasure flowing through her.
Elle kissed Jun deeply before lifting herself off his lap. She immediately stood up on the couch and shoved his face between her legs. Jun ravenously sucked and licked Elle’s pussy, capturing their nectars’ mixture on his tongue. He continued working his tongue, rhythmically thrumming Elle’s clit and working his lips over her labia. Elle felt the dam finally burst and her body spasmed as the wave of ecstasy crashed over her, washing her entire body in pleasure.
Elle lowered herself back down onto the couch, straddling Jun and kissing him until they both recovered.
Elle looked over at Jun as they picked their clothes off the floor. “It’s like we picked up where we left off,” Elle said as she fastened the button on her jeans.
Jun looked over to her, shaking his hair back into place after putting his shirt on. “We know what we like,” Jun responded, grabbing Elle’s hand as they left the red room.
“By the way, you’re still wearing your uniform,” Elle whispered as they left the bar, eyeing the collar still fastened snuggly around Jun’s neck.
“I guess that means I’m still on the clock,” Jun responded, kissing Elle on the head as they walked into the night.