Her Autumn Attraction

Chapter 2: The Bus Ride part 2

Eline’s POV

She kept looking at her wristwatch, 20 minutes to go before she would be at his apartment, her palms got more and more sweaty the closer she got to him.

Her panites would be soaked by the time she reached his apartment. She had no idea of what to expect when she arrived.

Would it be pain? Would it be pleasure? Would it be both? She was nervous but excited.

She should be used to this by now she thought to herself, to expect the unexpected, she had been with him every night for the last 5 months.

The excitement about the pleasure and the nervousness about the unknown, it was exhilarating.

She had gone back to her seat after she listened to his message a few times, getting wetter each time she heard his voice booming from her phone’s speakers.

She never knew what she was in for. He wasn’t into sharing her, or publicly humiliating her, but he did have something for pain and seeing her wiggle with anticipation, building up an orgasm just to stop and watch her suffer.

Sometimes he would let her finish, other times he would finish and watch, often playing with himself, as she tried to get herself to finish.

She couldn’t wait any longer, she needed to c*m now! She got up and went to the toilet and locked the door behind her. She looked at her wristwatch, 12 minutes left.

She dug through her bag, the only thing she could find was a mascara, it wasn’t much but it would have to do. She dug her fingers into her panties to feel how wet she was.

She was absolutely soaked, she carefully graced her fingers through her slit and up to her c**t, it was throbbing and her mere touch made her c**t pulse electricity through her entire body.

She pulled her jeans and black lace panties down below her knees and sat down on the edge of the closed toilet seat.

Her n*****s were erect and hard, she could see them through her lace bra and white shirt, they were trying to escape, but she couldn’t let them out just yet. There wasn’t enough time.

She found the entrance with her hand and with the mascara right at the entrance now, she found her c**t with the other hand, she started to penetrate her wet p***y and stimulated her c**t with circle motions.

Waves of pure pleasure rushed through her body, the pressure in the lower abdomen was building, soon her body couldn’t hold it in any longer.

She moved the mascara faster and faster, pumping herself until her body would explode in pure pleasure and ecstasy.

She imagined it was him, pumping her p***y with two fingers, bending them just right so they would hit her g-spot, and licking, flicking and sucking on her c**t.

The build up got more and more intense, her legs began to tremble and her breathing got heavier, she wanted to moan his name, but she didn’t want the whole bus to know what she was doing. She pumped the mascara fast and harder, it barely reached her g-spot, but when it did!

The release was amazing, she had to bite her lower lip so hard to the point where she almost bled, to stop herself from screaming!

Her whole body spasm and shock as she came.

She let go of her lip and breathed heavily for a few seconds, trying to catch her breath, her c**t was throbbing and sore to the touch.

She looked at her wristwatch again, 3 minutes left. She was now excited by the thought of her punishment.

She had truly found a kink for pain after she met him. She had never thought that pain could be used as pleasure.

She had only been with one man before him and that was her middle school through high school boyfriend.

The first and only time they ever did it was in the back seat of the ex’s car the day before prom.

She wanted to wait, but the ex said “I’ve waited for you for two years now, stop teasing me and just get it over with” she was cold, scared and very uncomfortable.

She tried for many years to push that memory down and just forget about the whole thing. However she couldn’t, the pain from when the ex penetrated her p***y, was like no other pain she had ever experienced.

It was painful and gross and the worst part, the ex left her two months after, because she didn’t want to do it again.

Jackson never made her feel like that, he made her feel safe and warm, the first time she was with him was amazing and intoxicating.

Past:

He sat down on the free chair beside her at the hotel bar, before she even had a chance to answer him.

He briefly looked at the bartender and pointed to her half drunk martini. She just stared at him like he was a God.

The next thing she could remember was a new martini with two olives being placed in front of her and he had a drink of his own in his hand, whiskey maybe?, neat definitely.

He took a sip and gestured to her drink with his eyes. She quickly took a sip, somehow it tasted better than the one she already had, that was only half done.

She didn’t dare say a word. She was completely mesmerized by him and those eyes, she could clearly see he worked out from the way his shirt and blazer tightened around the right places of his body.

“So what is a pretty little thing as yourself, doing at a hotel bar all alone on a Sunday afternoon ?” His deep seductive voice brought her out of her trance. “What?” She said with big eyes and a trembling voice. He laughed at her question.

His laugh almost made her fall to the floor from the high barstool. It was so intoxicating she almost felt high.

Well she’s never been high before but when she thought of people getting high, it must have felt like this, she thought to herself. He had a laugh that brought all the attention in the room to him, it was deep and full of authority and dominance.

The kind of laugh that men would be afraid of and would make women buckle their knees.

And she fell right into his trap. All without her knowing.

“Hi, I’m Jackson” he said in a calmer voice, it wasn’t as dominant. His dark brown eyes locked with hers and she yet again was lost for words.

She had never felt this way before, no one has ever caught her attention like he did.

“Um.. I’m Elline.. um.. Smith um.. Elline Smith” she managed to stutter. He laughed again, this time more subtle.

Her cheeks began to blush and she tried to hide it by covering her face. He grabbed her hands and removed them slowly from her face, retaining the eye contact, they just stared at each other for what felt like minutes.

His jaw kept clenching, like hers did when she wanted to say something that she couldn’t get herself to say.

Did he want to say something? His mouth opened and closed, then he removed his hands, cleared his throat and took his glass.

He drank the rest of the liquid, looked at the bartender and pointed lightly to his empty glass. The bartender nodded and within seconds a new glass was placed in front of him.

He looked back at her and smiled his mesmerizing smile.

Present:

She pressed the stop button, and gathered her things, checked her seat one last time before heading for the door.

She got off the bus and stared at the large apartment building, it was at least 10 stories high, with a private parking garage and a rooftop deck, the view was amazing from up there. She could see all the way to the edge of the town.

The doorman smiled at her as she crossed the street. The lobby was a large room, when she walked in there was a desk on her right, the doorman’s station.

He knew everyone who lived in the building. The walls and floors were white, and a lot of art was on display.

All around the room were small sections with small 2 person’s couches and lounge chairs and coffee tables. The lobby was beautiful, she thought.

“Hello sweetheart, how was you’re day, your later than usual” the doorman said with a concerned look on his face.

The doorman’s name was Jeremiah, he was an elderly gentleman, probably in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. The doorman had a well trimmed silver beard and hair that was fading from charcoal black to gray, like a beautiful silver fox.

The doorman’s face had shape edges but his voice was warm and welcoming, a perfect voice for a doorman greeting people all day she thought to herself with a smile.

“Hi Jeremiah, it’s been a bit rough at work, I hope he hasn’t eaten yet, has he? And how has your day been? Any special plans with the Mrs tonight?” She answered.

The doorman has always been so sweet to her, always greeted her with a smile. “No food has been delivered yet, shall I order something for you two? You look like someone who hasn’t eaten all day, how about that place you like so much, the one with the chicken spring rolls? And as far as the Mrs goes, she is making her delicious casserole tonight. Shall I pack you some, so you’ll have lunch for tomorrow?”

He always thought of everyone, he was like a mind reader sometimes.

She giggled. “Yes please, that sounds amazing, both the spring rolls and the casserole” the doormans smile got even bigger “Perfect, I’ll send both things up to your kitchen” she looked over her shoulder on her way to the elevator “I still don’t live here, it’s his kitchen not mine” she said with a nervous laugh in her voice.

She could feel the doorman’s eyes on her, not in a creepy way, but in a concerned way.

The doorman didn’t seem to even notice her the first time she was here. The second time he said hi to her and the third time, he was looking at her very confused, like he didn’t know what to do.

She thought that was weird. After the first week she had been coming here, Jeremiah started to make small talk with her, and now he is like the dad she never knew she needed.

He was always interested in hearing about her day, and often brought her leftovers from home cooked meals his wife made. The doorman was a good person. A good man.

She walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the penthouse. She waved goodbye to Jeremiah as the doors closed.