Masturbation Club My, you really are a salesman aren't you? Once again she gave him that slightly upturned corner smile. They were just passing the sixth floor. She glanced down directly at his crotch. His cock was completely and fully aroused at this point. Much longer in this state, and he would indeed start producing that Pacific Ocean'al "wet-spot". Rub it through your pants for me while I watch. This had been more of a command than a request. And David immediately began caressing the bulge, which was clearly defined now inside his slacks. They traveled three additional floors while David stood there leaning against the far wall of the elevator, rubbing and touching himself in this way for her. That "wet-spot" indeed suddenly manifesting itself in the suddenly soaked though stain of pre-cum that had surfaced. Rub that "spot" harder for me. Shelly said, again, more of a command than a request. David had produced so much "juice" at this point that it was actually turning into a frothy, milky-white texture on the outside of his pants as he dragged his finger across the surface of it for her. Four floors later, the elevator slowed and came to a stop. The doors opened, and a young couple got on. David was forced to drop his hands down to the front of his crotch in an effort to conceal the rather large and very obvious spot that had been created there. Shelly was smiling, but wasn't looking at him directly. Acting as though she were simply sharing the space with three complete total strangers, which David nearly was. The elevator stopped on the floor where all the restaurants were. And the couple got off. Once again the doors closed, and they started going up once again. I can "smell" you. Shelly said. I can smell, I can almost taste your cum. I bet that "they" could too. She added, referring to the couple that had just gotten off the elevator. That's ok. That guy was staring down your jacket too; staring at your tits I'm sure. Did you see his wife nudge him when they got off? David was lying of course, he'd never noticed if the guy had in fact been looking, though it was entirely possible he may have been. And his wife or girl friend certainly hadn't nudged him when they exited either, but he was pretty sure Shelly with a B hadn't seen anything one way or another. He watched her face flush for only the first time. And I don't think I'm the only one with a sexy-sensual aroma either. Shelly turned to him then, pulled aside the lapel that had been tucked inside her pants, and allowed one magnificently shaped "mature" breast to peek out at him. He saw her reach over, rub the dark tan nipple, watched her areola pucker and harden, crinkling the surrounding tissue quite erotically as she did. David started to approach her. Auh ah….she said. Shaking her head no, putting her breast back where it belonged as she did. Just then, the elevator stopped on the thirtieth floor. David followed her out of the elevator to one of two Penthouse doors located on this floor. A small receptional hallway divided the two. Shelly turned left, walked the short distance to her door, and once again inserted her coded key card into the slot. David followed immediately behind her, and closed the door as he entered. The room was magnificently furnished. It was spacious and gave the impression of someone's home rather than that of a Hotel room, even a nice one like those he stayed in himself. The walls were of a deep forest green with an offsetting wainscoting of Mauve colored patterns giving a look and feel to the room of elegance and comfort all rolled up into one. Shelly walked over about mid way through the room, stood by one of the color coordinated high wing-backed chairs, and slid out of her jacket, dropping it into the seat of the chair. She turned slowly once again to face him. And believe it or not, David caught the smile on her face before he caught the look of her bare breasts as she turned to face him. When he did look, he had to suck in a nice long deep breath before expelling it outwards nearly as slowly. You. Have. Lovely. Breasts. Each word spoken slowly, each word a sentence in and of itself, he could not have stated so any differently. For they indeed were beautiful and so erotically hypnotizing to him as he stood there, looking at her and drinking in their equally matched elegance to the room. One again he made a move to approach her. But once again she stopped him in his tracks with her words. Take your pants off. And then, "please" she added. No longer the commands as had been made earlier in the evening. This one, dripping with a certain huskiness that had not been their previously, on the "edge" perhaps, sultry in a way even, but this one far more urgently and needful. David even took the belt off slowly and teasingly. This time, she was standing in a hypnotic state as she watched him. He reached down, added to the slow drama and slowly unzipped his pants. He'd never thought of himself as one of those muscular, ruggedly handsome kind of guys, the type that performed at clubs, the Chip and Dales type of hunks that stripped and performed while wild frenzied women sang out cat-calls and whistled for them to take off their clothing. Yet…. In a small silly sort of way, though certainly without the cat-calls and wild frenzied noises, he was standing here, stripping as sexily for her as it was possible for him to do, short of suddenly producing tear away slacks and slinging them around in the air over is head before throwing them at her. His pants simply dropped to the floor instead. He "was" wearing a pair of black silk boxer shorts however. It had been her only "specific" request. The only one Emily had told him about anyway. And he had purchased them on his way over to the Hotel, had gone into the men's room and changed out of his shorts into these. Mr. Ever Ready liked the way they felt around him, soft – smooth, like wearing a pussy in some respects, and they had certainly added to his highly maintained level of arousal all night long. David could tell almost immediately by the look on her face that she was elated to discover that he had indeed purchased and worn the black silk boxer shorts she'd requested. And she very nearly walked over to him at that point, but caught herself instead. I want to see you rub your cock through the shorts she once again near commanded him. But the edge to her voice had gone from husky to near breathless and lusty, still half between commanding, and pleading. He rubbed his cock for her, outlined it through the material of his black glistening shorts. He looked down, watching himself doing it so that he could see, and perhaps better define for her the shape and look of his erect hard cock beneath the fabric. A chalky white stain appeared, which he noticed was now dried and somewhat caked upon the front of his boxers. It flaked slightly in a tiny white snowfall of dried lubrications, from his previous excitements and cock's head leaking. Shelly now rubbed her breasts then, crossing her hands in front of one another so as to easily access her self, cupping and playing with the soft gentle under slopes of each magnificent tit. David watched as she lifted one of her heavy breasts up to her mouth, watched as she snaked a tongue out to meet the swollen, stiff - nippled nubbin of sensitive flesh that awaited her self-given pleasure. Take it out now and play with it for me. Her voice nearly a hoarse whispering now as she spoke. This time David shook his head no. She seemed surprised. Show me yours, and I'll show you mine. He said teasingly. And she warmed to the new game. Shelly stepped out of her own slacks then, tossing them carelessly aside. Next, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down. The dark rich thatch of her pussy hair greeted him. He watched her step out of her panties, first one leg, and then the other. A brief glance of her swollen wet pink cunt lips winked at him teasingly as she did so. Shelly braced herself against the back of one of the Wing backed chairs. Parted her legs slightly, leaning back for support, and slid one hand slowly and effortlessly up the furrow of her now fully exposed cunt. David quickly removed his own shorts then, his cock springing forth in a turgid rigid ness of wanton desire and lust at seeing Shelly so shamelessly stroking and fingering her own glistening wet slit. He stroked his shaft downwards, slowly, ever so slowly, stripping the knob of his cock from any excess wrinkling of skin, tautening the smooth shiny bulbous head of his prick as he skinned back his cut foreskin, allowed the expectant drop of clear liquid cum-drop to appear and lay glistening in expectant need at the end of his tiny eye-fuck slit. He'd done this on purpose. He'd watched her watching him. Knew she was losing control now. Her fingers moved more quickly then, she finger-fucked herself with ever-increasing need and desire. She reached down, spreading her pussy lips apart. David could see her tiny hooded clitoris peeking out then, and she unmasked it, rubbing it, causing it to grow with ever greater need, watched as the blood of her lust colored it with a dark pink blush that matched the color which now suddenly matched her cheeks as well as her face. He began jacking himself more forcefully now. The long strokes suddenly shortening, though increasing with the tempo, which he now matched as her, finger encircled and danced atop the surface of her tiny penis. His lubrications were near freely flowing then as well, and David used his juices to produce the same sounds and sensations that he so loved making when he sat pleasuring himself at home. The slippery, sticky, suck-splash-suck sounds that his hand began to make as it captured his juices between the surface of his hand and the flesh of his engorged penis, turned the room into a canopy of erotic, dirty thought provoking sounds of sensual display. Shelly matched his sounds, matched the noise his cock was producing in the liquid pools that he used to play with it in. Her own cunt was dripping. Rivers of her female nectar cascaded in little streams of her own essence, she captured each with her hand, reapplied it to her quim, fingered it, played in it and with it. Made her pussy begin to produce the wonderful "frothy" sounds as her juices accumulated, increased, and began to whip into a cream of thick texture and substance which David could easy see being produced, even at this slight distance across the room from her. Are you close yet? Her words were slurred and drunken. David could only nod his head, and somehow managed to add, Yessssssss like a hissing snake. I want you to come on my tits. I want you to squirt your fuck cream on my boobs David. And he came to her then. Touch me. She said simply. He put his hand on her quivering cunt, felt her tiny clit nub. And Shelly exploded. Likewise, his cock suddenly lurched. Her hand jacked him off in a flurry of need, piston-like in the up and down pumping of his erection with a speed that was near painful, her grasp upon him choking out the spunk which flew from the tip of his prick in thick creamy white globs to land so perfectly against her breasts. The first so intense, so excruciatingly sweet, that it shot upwards in an arching cascade to land upon her shoulder nearly, and then ran like a burst damn to cover the upper crescent shape of her tit. The second spurt caught within the confines of her fingers, and she purposely caught it there, in order to feel it, to luxuriate in it as she continued stroking him. She did direct then his forth, fifth, and six copious ejaculations, against her breasts, covering both nipples in his white cream which ran in rivulets down her soft sloped breasts to fall with little "pats" of pooled cum-droplets against her tummy, some on downwards to her feet as well. David remained as well with his own finger still toying with her gushing cunt. Only when he knew the contractions and spasiming had ceased did he finally un- cunt his finger, slipping it out from her with a gushy wet popping sound as he did. He kissed her then, passionately, and they stood fucking one another with their tongues momentarily until dizziness set in for both of them. Shelly broke the embrace, lifted one of her still wet fingers to his lips, and he tasted her on them, licked them clean like a kid licking off the frosting from a spoon. She strode over to his fallen black silk shorts then, stooped over picking them up and walked back towards him where she used them to remove the last remaining traces of his sperm which hung coated and in little balls of sticky now almost rubberized substance against his pubic hair. She rubbed her breasts and stomach with them as well, cleaning his cum from her to some degree. These are mine. She stated. Once again in command and control. He watched her walk towards the bedroom. She turned once to look at him, that beautiful erotic smile of hers as she did. Don't be surprised if you get a call tomorrow. She tossed him But I really must get some sleep now. I have to get up early for the Seminar. She held David's black silk shorts against her breast, blew him a kiss. Goodnight David. She said. See you tomorrow.