He stops with her words and turns for my answer.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You will have time to put them away while I show the apartment.Why don't you ride up with us?"
Excellent idea, Mrs.Smith!
"Yes, ma'am.I will."I manage not to sound as pumped about it as I am, but my eyes sparkle sassily into Mr.Sexy's, and he grins at me.
Now, it's my turn to captivate you and take your breath away.I am a lot more than your average sweet southern girl.I walk-trot up the short distance to him, bouncing my braless tits.His eyes fall to watch their fluid dance, and I'm glad I went with an off-shoulder, ruched crop top today.Its form molding design hides everything without hiding anything.
I stop in front of him."You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all."His honest grin assures me, then he ushers me toward the elevator."Ladies first."
I smirk hard with that label, then strut my Vegas diva stuff for him, knowing his eyes are glued to my ass.
Teasing is what I do best.
When I pass Mrs.Smith into the elevator, I wink at her."Thank you."
She smiles knowingly."You're welcome, dear."
I take up position on the back wall and lean against it.Mr.Sexy stands beside me.The sexual current sparks between us, but we stare straight ahead like polite strangers do.
When Mrs.Smith reaches out to push the buttons, our eyes are locked on her hand, wanting to know where the apartment is in relation to mine.
She pushes … one button … #9, and we both smile.
The available apartment is on my floor.Woohoo!
The doors close, and immediately the temperature inside begins to rise.
"It's awfully warm in here.The air conditioning must be broken."Mrs.Smith takes her phone out to text maintenance.
Mr.Sexy shifts his shoulders to watch me as the elevator rises, and I glance up at him.The intensity of his expression makes those million butterflies take flight, and the tips of my tits, elongate and harden, pushing against the soft lace top, thrilled with his attention.
He grins, knowing the effect he is having on me, and his relaxed body language tells me, he is experienced in seduction and used to dominating the dynamic.
But I know the effect I have on men too.Sexy is what I do!Pushing a man's buttons is what I do best.And this man's buttons have never been pushed very far.He's used to getting what he wants without being challenged.
Let's see how you react to this.
I fold my arms under my breasts and pinch the fabric of my top to secure it in place.Then I inhale a deep lung expanding breath.The elastic edge slides down as my voluptuous tits raise.
I hear a hum within his throat, and I can't help the satisfying smirk that flits across my face.
That is one sexy, involuntary growl.
The elevator stops, and the doors slide open.Mrs.Smith exits, turning to the right.
I glance up at him as I push off the wall, and his expression says, 'touché' as he waves me forward.
I glide out, turning left toward my apartment.
As they walk down to the other end of the hall, I hear Mrs.Smith blabbing about the furnishings that are included if he needs it furnished.
I pace my steps to arrive at my door at the same time they arrive.When I hear her jingle the keys, I look at them.He looks back to find me as she enters the room, but he stands outside watching me.
