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flawless skin, it’s an oasis of unadulterated humanity.
    Misha almost dances as she walks, passing by a patio and heads are showing an obvious focus on her. Around the corner and quarter block in, we arrive at my building. A beep greets me as my hand swipes the key card and the metal gate unlocks. Misha goes first, my drunk hand pats her tight little ass on the way in. Through the courtyard to the front door of the condo block, beep, and the steel doors of the elevators gleam in the otherwise dull former warehouse.
    Blood-coloured light erupts from the 5 button, and the elevator hums to life. Refurbished lofts don’t feature German engineering, the elevator rides a little smoother than square wheels down a hill during an earthquake. Swaying and shuddering, the old lift matters less as Misha lures me in with beckoning eyes. My shoulder brushes up against the side door. Two lights up on the elevator’s display screen. In the corner, Misha holds onto both railings, one long leg slides up onto the bar to her right. Barely covering her upper thighs, Misha’s bright yellow dress rides up to reveal a hint of panty. Tucking her chin down towards her chest, those big green eyes beam sensuality.
    “What about this have you missed?” She says with a pout. My eyes lock with hers.
    I straighten up my back against the wall, as much as someone who drank a glass of rum on an empty stomach can.
    “I miss watching you slide up and down me, while I watch it in the mirror.”
    Her tight little ass and how hot it was is still fresh in my mind, the way it bounced up and down in the reflection. Her right leg is laid out on the railing, her tiny red painted toes wiggling with excitement. I don’t waste a moment of time, hormones and ego force me down on one knee to kiss her thigh softly. My right arm reaches over and helps her left leg onto the other rail. Looking up at her face and she has her eyes closed with her head tilted up. Horny bodies breathe shallow, teasing sensations sigh deep. Pulling her skirt up a few inches and my tongue runs along her inner thigh. Exhaling slowly as I go, blowing soft puffs of cool air on the tongue’s trail. Slowly now, breathing hot air onto the same spot.
    Moving my mouth to her right leg, my tongue finds the outside seam of her panties. Her natural fragrance is intense and sweet smelling. Flicking tongue darts between panty and skin, just enough that I taste her. She must have been needing this. The elevator stops, soon after Misha jumps over me in an awkward leapfrog.
    “Ereaak!” Misha half-giggles, half-yelps.
    Springing to my feet and I have no idea how long we’ve had an audience. A couple is standing in front of us and waiting semi-patiently. Who knows if it was our obvious adult elevator play, or my stark erection, but their faces disapprove without speech.
    When drinking my steps change styles while words become slurs more spit than spoken. Feet lose their utility to find style and swagger in strutting. Everything changes a little on the sauce, smiles curl deeper as eyes dart below necklines. Drunken walks through the building have my feet seeking to step on only green squares of the hallway’s patterned floor. On my first walkthrough before renting here I thought it was a schizophrenic chess board. Misha watches in amusement as I stretch, hop, lunge, and bounce around the corridor. Insane pawn movement disobeys all the rules of adult behavior. Just before we get to my door, I stop, turn to her, grab her hand and spin her around. Her dress flows around her body and her face beams with a grin.
    Reaching inside my pocket for the keys, the silver one is a snug fit in the lock. There’s irony in keys, much like my penis, they are meant to be put inside things. My dick makes a poor key, fitting inside many locks but never opening anything. Keys without purpose keep doors closed. This jagged metal finds its home, the door opens, and Misha trails behind me. An old pair of my underwear sits by the