The elevator doesn't stop on the 24th floor

Ethan directed me to the stairwell.

"You're nuts? I'm not going down 21 floors. By the time we get downstairs, lunch will be over," I said. "I'm starving."

Ethan had that twinkle in his eye when I said 'hungry,' that delicious mischievous sparkle that could only mean one thing. I got excited. "Just get in there," he said and pushed me playfully. "Quick, before someone sees us."

We went up three flights of stairs to the 24th floor. I walked ahead of him as he pushed me lightly every so often. I knew he was watching my behind. I moved it from side to side and he laughed, grabbing it. He lifted my skirt and the rest of the way up I did with his hand on my panties .

Once we reached the 24th floor, he opened the door and ushered me past the elevator into the offices of the floor. They were completely deserted. I had no idea. "How did you know?"

"I have my sources," he didn't elaborate.

I walked around the floor, examining left over furniture, paint buckets, filing cabinets, even a phone or two.

Ethan walked a few steps behind me. "I figured," he said, "we could have lunch here." He walked to one of the doors and opened it. "It's the cleanest room I could find."

As I walked past the door, Ethan closed it behind us. "You think it's safe?" I asked, unable to mask my growing excitement. "What if someone comes in?"

"The elevator doesn't stop on this floor," he said. "Someone can only enter through the stairs. You know, fire regulations and all." He dropped his pack on the floor, took my hand and pulled me to his arms. His hands couldn't seem to find a resting place as they roamed all over my body. Within seconds though, they found their way under my panties. He mauled my ass as we kissed. I returned in kind, my hands already undoing his belt.

I couldn't understand where this insatiable need for him always came from. I took off his pants, bending at his feet to help him take them off. Once his pants were out of the way, my hands traced his legs up from his feet to his crotch. Already my head was in his hands. He didn't push it though, letting me do what I wanted. I could just feel his grasp tighten as even this simple act made him excited.

"Yes, I'm definitely hungry," I said and took him in my mouth. Ethan grunted his pleasure. I don't know if he ever knew that, but each time he showed me how excited I made him feel, it turned me on even more. I swallowed him whole and kept going until I couldn't take it any more. I tried to rub myself while sucking on my wonderful lollipop, but couldn't find a good place.

I left his hard cock seconds away from exploding in my mouth, I knew that, but I also knew that sometimes not allowing a man to come only makes his orgasm that much better when he does.

I looked around in dismay. As hot as I felt, the floor wasn't appealing. Ethan stretched his pants on the floor and sat on them, leaning on the wall. He put a condom on. "Come," he said. "You can just sit on me."

I stood above him and raised my skirt. Somehow, I had already taken off my panties. I took one leg to his other side, facing him and started bending my knees. But Ethan suddenly had both his hands at the end of my thighs, under me, like he was weightlifting. He brought his mouth over and just gave me a long wet and tounged kiss where I ached to have one. I loved it when he kissed me there like he was kissing my mouth, but soon my knees became weak. "I can't ... anymore," I manage to say and continued my slide down.

I sat on him, immediately burying his cock in me. I remember sighing, a sigh that meant so many things at the same time. I was so content. I started moving slowly up and down, rubbing my clit against the folds of his belly. I was in heaven.

We came together.

Ethan took out some sandwiches from his pack later, but let me tell you, having sex for lunch was one of the best experiences I've ever had.