Escorting on Accident

"Cameras," he said, nodding towards the camera in the corner of the elevator. "I've got warnings about that before."

"Guess we'll just have to wait til your room," I replied seductively, doing my best to lean back against the opposite wall and arch my back out sexily.

"Waiting is the great vocation for the dispossessed," Shane mused.

That took me a second to comprehend. "Wait, what?"

"I dunno, it's a quote, sounded poetic," he chuckled.

The elevator chimed, and the doors opened out into Shane's apartment.

I had wanted to jump his bones the second I was in his apartment, but my breath was taken away too much to do that.

Walking out of the elevator, I was in a short hallway with a couple of doors on either side. The wood floors were gorgeous and immaculately reflective; the sound of my stilettos clacking against them reverberated throughout the empty apartment.

The hallway opened up into a massive open room, which alone was probably bigger than my apartment and Brett's put together. God, I had thought Brett's place was nice, it had fucking nothing on this.

There was a huge sofa closest on the left side, with chairs and a coffee table around it as well, staring at a gigantic flatscreen TV. Beyond that was a big formal dining room table, and then a spiral staircase leading up to a loft above. Past the staircase in the far left corner was a pool table, which sort of led to a foosball table, a group of beanbag chairs, another sofa, and another table that lined the back of the apartment.

On the right side, you had to take a step up into the kitchen area, which was tile flooring instead. The kitchen itself was expansive with a big island, black quartz countertops, and pristine stainless steel appliances. Wrapping back around towards the front of the apartment was a smaller eating area, and then a mini-library with a reading nook and a small office setup on the close wall.

The left and far sides of the apartment offered the most stunning part: floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a gorgeous view of basically the entire city. They extended far up, to the loft on the 2nd level.

"Holy fuck," I uttered once I had found my words.

"Yeah she's pretty nice," Shane said nonchalantly as he waltzed in, somehow not appreciating that this was the nicest apartment I'd ever seen.

"You talking about me?" I joked.

Shane turned back at me and smiled. "Of course. What else?"

He shifted towards me a little bit and I picked up the cue. I stepped into him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and brought him in for a kiss.

Shane chuckled a little as our mouths met, but kissed me back, a little less hungry and voracious as when we were out in public. This was more measured, almost more intimate.

His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him. I stumbled a little bit backwards (standing on tiptoes in heels while drunk is not easy) but the wall behind me saved me, and my grip on Shane's shirt kept him with me. I was now pinned up against the wall, his frame towering over mine and making me feel diminutive, submissive, his completely to control. I fucking loved it. Brett was only 3 inches taller than me, I was usually bigger than him in heels. I wasn't used to feeling this way.

My tongue was exploring Shane's mouth, feeling the shape of his lips and intertwining with his own wriggling tongue. His left hand shifted lower to the back of my thigh and lifted my right leg up, opening my hips up more. I kept one hand tightly holding the front of his dress shirt, keeping his body trapping mine. My other hand snuck its way down between Shane's legs to his crotch, feeling his cock throb and stiffen against my touch.

Shane's mouth began to wander, disconnecting from our kiss. He kissed my cheeks, then my chin, then down to my neck. Unbeknownst to him, I fucking loved neck kisses.

"Oh god," I whispered as his lips smattered kisses over my soft skin. I brought the hand that wasn't teasing Shane's rod to the back of his head, running my fingers through his longer hair and coaxing him to keep doing exactly what he was doing. My pussy was on fucking fire; I couldn't remember the last time I had been this turned on.

My head craned back, knocking against the wall. My eyes were closed and I was moaning through my tightly-closed lips, simply taking in all of the sensations and emotions I was experiencing. Shane kept sucking down on my neck, his cock growing harder and bigger against my hand. Brett's dick wasn't this big. I felt so dirty, so naughty, so fucking unbelievably horny.

And needing to pee. Oh holy shit, now that I was thinking about it, my bladder suddenly felt like it needed to burst.

"Wait wait wait," I said, switching lanes and pushing Shane away from me.

"Everything okay?" he asked, seeming genuinely concerned about my response.

"Uh yeah," I answered, trying to play it off. "I just need to... freshen up, for the rest of the night."

"Oh, makes sense. Do you need the powder room?"

"Yes. Please."

"It's the first door on the left in the hallway," he guided me. "I'll be upstairs in the loft, just whenever you're ready."

"Okay, perfect."

I followed Shane's instructions to the bathroom, trying to look normal as I did. As soon as I was inside, I locked the door and ran to the toilet, now cursing Shane's obscene wealth for having an absurdly huge bathroom and elongating the door-to-toilet distance.

I hiked my dress up, immediately glad that I wasn't wearing panties, and relieved myself, mostly of all the alcohol I had consumed that night. My pussy ached in a very weird sensation; I couldn't actually remember peeing while also immensely turned on before.

The mirror above the sink offered me an actual opportunity to freshen myself up. With all of the "festivities" that had already gone on, my hair and makeup were a bit out of place. I had forgotten my purse down in Shane's car, so I couldn't fix everything perfectly, but I played with my hair a little bit to get it looking better and dabbed at the smudges in my mascara as best I could.

I took a deep breath, looking over my reflection in the mirror once again. I looked ready to kill. Honestly I felt like I did look like a high-class escort, or at least what a high-class escort would look like in my mind.

"Maybe I could make an actual career out of this," I thought amusingly to myself. No, surely not. This night was incredible, one of the best experiences of my life and it wasn't even close to being done. But this was a one-time thing. For Christ sakes, I was engaged! This was just me being justifiably upset at Brett, getting drunk, and maybe taking things a little too far for one night.

That was it.

Definitely.

As my eyes trailed over my reflection I couldn't help but notice the large hickey that Shane had left on my neck when we'd been kissing against the wall. I had gotten too carried away in my own thoughts and emotions to even realize he'd been giving me one.

That would be hard to hide, or to explain to Brett. I could probably make up a story about an injury, or that I made out with another girl. He'd be mad, but not too mad. Still, next time I had to be more careful.

Wait, what the fuck, no! No next time! No!

I took another deep breath, trying to compose myself. I realized that I'd left Shane waiting for quite a while upstairs. Oh well, he was paying for me for tonight, I doubt he was going to complain. Especially considering he was about to see everything under this dress.

I made a split-second decision and slipped the neck tie of the dress over my head and slinked entirely out of it. Walking upstairs in nothing but my heels would be a great entrance for Shane, the kind of dramatic entrance you'd only see in movies.

Making my way back out of the bathroom and towards the stairs, I tossed my dress on the back of one of the couches. I was totally in my birthday suit (excepting the heels) and walking brashly through the apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows. Anyone looking over at Shane's penthouse would be able to see me in my full glory.

But fuck it, who cared? If anyone else wanted to be a voyeur, good for them. In fact, I encouraged them. Tonight was about me and appreciating me, and whoever else wanted to join in on that was more than welcome.

I ascended the spiral staircase to Shane's loft, my heels striking a resonant chord each time they met the metal steps. When I reached the top, I was greeted with a massive loft area, practically equivalent in size to the huge open room on the first floor. On the left side, back against the wall, was a big bar with just about every type of alcohol you could imagine. It looked like an actual commercial bar. Past that was another little office area, this one a lot messier and more "used" than the one downstairs.

Shane's king bed was on the back wall, facing another entertainment unit and obscenely large TV in the middle of the area. The right side, just as with the room below, was floor-to-ceiling windows, although this time with glass doors as well that opened up onto an open-air balcony stretching almost the length of the loft.

This is where I found Shane. He was leaning on the railing of the balcony, having ditched the jacket and now just in his dress shirt and slacks, smoking either a cigarette or a joint. As I approached, the smell confirmed it was a joint.

He didn't notice me at first; I playfully knocked on the door and he calmly turned around to face me.

"Goddamn," he reacted to seeing my fully naked body. His eyes scanned my lithe frame, taking in every inch of my slender body, the slight curves of my small breasts, and the trimmed triangle of brown hair adorning the patch just above my slit.

"Remember earlier tonight when I said I couldn't have pictured you any better?" he rhetorically pondered. "Well that was fucking false."

"Glad you like my new outfit," I said as I walked out to join him on the balcony. "I picked it just for you."

"Nonsense, everybody in the world should be able to appreciate a body as fucking perfect as yours," he complimented, making me blush. My heart fluttered a little at the thought.

"Want a rip?" he asked, offering me the joint.

"No thanks, I'm not a big illicit substances person," I responded. "Besides alcohol."

"Makes sense," he said, "I was done with it any way." He took one last rip of the stubby joint as flicked it off the edge. "Drink instead?"

"Sure," I answered, the elapsed time and peeing having taken a good bit of the edge off. "What do you have?"

Shane motioned to his bar as he stepped off the balcony. "Literally everything," he answered.

"Champagne then?" I inquired.

"Perfect. Dom or Moet?" Shane called out.

I couldn't help but stifle a laugh at just how absurd hearing that question was.

"Surprise me!" I yelled back. I turned to lean over the balcony, admiring the view of the city below. It wasn't absurdly late; I hadn't checked the time in ages (since about 11, when we left the restaurant), but it couldn't have been too much past 1ish am. The city was still pretty lively, lots of lights and traffic dotting the tiny streets below.

"Consider yourself surprised," Shane said, startling me a little as he came up from behind back out onto the balcony. He handed me a glass of champagne, and we clinked our classes together before downing the first sip. Immediately the bubbles went straight to my head, reminding me that I had never become fully not-buzzed.

"Fucking gorgeous, isn't it?" I asked.

"It's definitely a great view," Shane answered. "Although I think I have an even better one right next to me."

Leaning over the balcony, my back was curved down a little, and with the heels especially my ass was pushed out very seductively. I hadn't even realized it.

"Good thing this view's all yours," I played back, taking another sip of my champagne.

"It most certainly is," Shane said, a hint of dominance in his smooth voice that just made my pussy burn. He took a big swig of his drink, set it down on the ledge, and moved behind me.

"Stay right there," he instructed. "You're fucking perfect."

My heart was pounding in my chest. I was so turned on, I knew my pussy was fucking sopping. I kept looking straight ahead and couldn't see Shane, but the anticipation was almost better. I could hear him moving behind me.

Two hands reached out and grabbed hold of my butt, spreading my cheeks apart and kneading the toned flesh of my ass.

"God that's fucking beautiful," Shane complimented. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips. God I was ready to burst. I threw back my glass and downed the rest of it in one gulp, ready to focus on nothing else in the world but Shane's mouth and my pussy.

A soft kiss fell on my clit. Electric sparks sent their way through my body, getting my legs to tremble slightly.

"Oh god," I murmured.

He kissed my clit again, sending another throbbing pulse of pleasure through my body, before slowly trailing outwards. His mouth dotted kisses along the insides of my thighs and up to my butt cheeks, mercilessly teasing me. The little bit of relief only to be pulled back entirely was torturous.

But it was working. My pussy was almost gushing, I could feel the slight summer breeze rushing over my wet labia. My nipples were hard as diamonds as well, both from the outdoor chill and what I was feeling.

Shane's mouth finally started to trail closer to my snatch again, his slight stubble tickling my skin and raising goosebumps. His lips kissed on either side of my clit, sooo close to where I needed him, before he finally relented again and kissed the rock-solid nub.

"Fuuck," I mewled. "Make me cum please baby!"

Baby. I only ever called Brett that. Jesus, I was really far gone tonight. But that was a problem to figure out tomorrow.

"With pleasure," Shane responded.

And he wasn't bluffing. His tongue lashed out and took a long stroke along the length of my slit, starting at my clit and moving up to my quivering entrance. He ran his tongue up and down through my folds a few more times, licking off all my juices.

"Delicious," he remarked.

"Thanks," I replied, my head awash with pleasure and alcohol but still trying to retain some composure. "It's just for you."

"For tonight it certainly is."

His tongue slithered back down to my clit, where it remained, licking a few short strokes over the engorged button before circling around it quickly.

"Jesus," I inadvertently groaned. Each movement of his tongue was working wonders on me, sending me closer and closer to the edge. It normally took a fair bit of coaxing and drawn-out work to make me cum, but I was rapidly hurtling towards that point faster than I could ever remember.

Shane's mouth sealed around the edges of my clit and he sucked down, immediately making me moan and sending a throbbing pulse through me. This was fucking incredible. I'd never been this turned on before, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be as turned on again, but for now, all I wanted was to enjoy the sensations of this very moment.

His tongue worked faster over my clit, circling around clockwise a few times and then licking strokes up and down before going back. The alternating movements were doing absolute wonders for me; the burning fire inside my crotch was spreading through the rest of my body and exponentially rising in intensity, like someone had poured gasoline all over it.

My entire body felt like it was connected to my pussy. Every sensation, every movement of Shane's mouth, was echoing through every inch of me. My arms couldn't support the rest of me on the railing anymore, so I leaned down directly over it, the cold glass against my skin representing a marked contrast to the warmth and glow enveloping the rest of me.

With my hands now free, I brought one hand to my breasts. My pink nipples were completely stiff, and I pinched and rolled them between my fingers, adding to the overwhelming sensations in the rest of my body. The other hand remained gripping the railing, holding on for dear life.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt the tip of a digit pressing against my opening. It soldiered forward, and Shane's finger slipped inside of my sex.

"Oh my god yes," I cried out. I squeezed my left boob, kneading the flesh in my hand and feeling my nipple brush against my palm.

Shane kept sliding his finger deeper and deeper inside of me until I felt his knuckles pressing against my labia. He was all the way in. My pussy was so wet he needed no other lubrication at all.

The finger slowly began to slide out. I could feel my pussy walls hugging tightly around the digit. God, it had been far too long since Brett had fucked me.

To my great pleasure, Shane did not withdraw his finger, but instead curled back and felt along the inside of my walls. My breath quickened and my stomach tensed, knowing what he was about to reach.

The tip of his finger found the small spongy area on the inside wall of my vagina, now coming to a rest on my g-spot. Shane's mouth stopped working momentarily, and I heard him give a quick exhale as if laughing. He knew it.

Shane's finger pulled back and hammered down on my g-spot, and his mouth went back to work. I yelled out, the multitude of sensations washing over me, rendering me Shane's prisoner. I was his puppet right now, his mouth and finger controlling every inch of my body and being.

His tongue lashed over my clit, moving at an increased pace. My clit was throbbing, the nub protruding out strikingly against his tongue. His cheeks were drawn in, sucking down on it and providing even more pressure. His finger was pistoning away inside of me and hammering down on my g-spot every single time.

My mouth hung open. My eyes were closed. I was about to experience the biggest orgasm of my life, and I wasn't sure if I was ready.

"Sooo close," I whispered.

Shane heard that. His mouth worked furiously, his finger now a blur stimulating my pussy. I was right on the verge. My whole body was tensed up, ready to reach that climax.

As Shane's finger slid mostly out on a downstroke, he paused for the briefest of seconds. Without warning, he plunged back in with two fingers.

"Holy fuck, I'm gonna cum!" I screamed out.

Shane sucked down on my clit, his tongue flittering over it like a hummingbird's wings. His two fingers plunged in and out, in and out, practically fucking me with his hand.

"Oh shit, here it comes! I'm fucking cumming!"

One last thrust of his fingers, slamming straight down on my g-spot.

"FUCK!"

I came. Explosively. A brick wall smashed straight into me, shooting electricity into every fiber of my body. Every muscle contracted at once, and my legs almost gave out from underneath me.

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body, emanating right from my pussy and engulfing the rest of me in a level of ecstasy I couldn't have ever dreamed of before. My mind was black, incapable of processing anything but the total and completely overpowering emotions and sensations from the best climax of my life. I damn near fainted.

Very slowly, I started to come down from that incredible high. My muscles relaxed, my heartbeat began slowing, and my chest wasn't heaving quite as heavily. I felt drained almost, completely sapped of energy. After that perfect and overwhelming of an orgasm, coming back to normal just felt... empty.

"Holy.... holy fuck," I sighed.

For the first time I noticed that Shane hadn't stopped eating me out. His tongue kept probing through my folds, lapping up my pussy juices. He circled around my hole, cleaning up the last beads of fluid I could feel seeping out of my snatch. He then licked a long stroke down to my clit and then journeyed back up, past my vagina, and surprised me by briefly swirling his tongue around my asshole before withdrawing his mouth entirely.