Corridor sex Stories

The parking lot was empty. There was at least that to be grateful for, she thought. She was naked again, wearing nothing more than her mask, shoes and jewelry, perched on the hood of the Mercedes, her legs spread wide, crying out softly, a sharp intake of breath as he entered her, the metal warm on her skin from the engine below. They were in the same parking spot as before. Perhaps that should have been a warning. The fl...

The number of people in the basement lobby was surprisingly low considering the volume of guests going through the automatic doors. A large number of guests elected to use the spiraling staircase to the ground floor instead of waiting for the lifts. Yet the weight of the eyes following them, following her, as Marq had led her through the marble-tiled lobby was almost physical. As a makeshift dress, the white cotton top ad...