Tempted and regretted

I adjusted my dress and took a step to get out of the elevator and almost fell thanks to my legs still shaking, before I fell the hot guy in the elevator caught me.

“Okay, let me make it easier for you!” he picked me up, I was embarrassed, all sweaty and with messy hair, while he was still extremely handsome but with his hair more casual.

“That's an exaggeration!” everyone will find it strange, and suspect what we were doing in the elevator.

he laughs while looking me in the eyes.The scene is intense and emotional. I feel my heart pounding as he carries me in his arms, his strong arms wrapping around me safely. I can't stop my legs from heating up from the excitement of the moment.

“If you're like this now, when we're done I'm going to have to take you home in a wheelchair” He jokes, his voice full of confidence and arrogance. His teasing leaves me embarrassed, my cheeks flushing at the bold insinuation.

I try to hide my reaction, responding with a nervous smile.

“Oh yes? I think you'll have to work hard for it, then.” I countered his provocation

He laughs, a husky, authoritative sound.

“Let's see!” he says, his challenging tone sending shivers down my spine. My mind couldn't stop imagining his body through that suit.

As he leads me to the bedroom, my mind is a mess of conflicting emotions. I'm attracted to his confidence and his rough manner, even though I know I should resist, I should be with Mr. R but instead I'm with a stranger who made me cum in the elevator. But at the same time, a part of me feels guilty for enjoying this dynamic between us. Is Mr. R still waiting for me?

Arriving in the bedroom, he gently placed me on the bed, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. A wave of desire engulfs me, mixed with the anxiety of feeling his body against mine again, but now for real and until the end, I feel vulnerable, even though he has already touched me, and explored my body, this was the time. of me exploring his.

“Are you ready for this, Darling?” His voice is low and gravelly, sending goosebumps across my skin. I swallow hard, my mind struggling to formulate a coherent response.

“Yes, I am.” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. But even as I say the words, a part of me wonders if I'm really ready for what's about to happen. I take off my dress and he looks at me like he's melting.

He leans over me, his lips brushing gently against mine. His kiss is hot and passionate, filling me with overwhelming desire. He starts taking off his clothes piece by piece, tie, suit, shirt, as soon as I saw him without a shirt I noticed that he was stronger and more beautiful than I imagined, I touched his chest and felt the warmth of his skin

Your warm lips against mine, your hands firm on my skin, it all feels so irresistible.

He took off his pants and my heart stopped! I had seen the male body before, but nothing like that man's, strong, tanned and big, really big. His cock was so big that it made my pussy throb just thinking about receiving it, could I take it all? I thought about when he explored my body, wow, it's big enough to swing while he walks, the kind that makes me choke on putting it all in my mouth... and how I was looking forward to that! and if God did it, it is because it fits

He was hard and ready, his eyes were a dark shadow ready to possess me and turn me into his slave, he was so close that my pussy sang like a bird waiting to swallow him completely.

But then, like an unwanted intruder, guilt creeps into my mind. The image of the Lord. R, who is probably in his room waiting for me, appears before me, like a shadow hovering over our impending passion.

As the elevator guy starts licking my neck while rubbing my clit so I can receive his member, a whirlwind of thoughts invade my mind. I want more than anything to give myself completely to him, to spend the entire night in his strong arms, losing myself in a world of pleasure and ecstasy.

But guilt is a relentless companion, weighing on my heart like an anchor. How can I keep another man waiting while he gives me to a random guy? How can I be so reckless, so selfish? He told the driver to take me so long ago, is he worried?

Before the elevator guy penetrated me or could say anything,

“NO!!!!!!!!” I interrupted the moment, my hands shaking as I moved away from him. He looks confused, surprised by my sudden change, but before he can say anything, I'm already running out of the room, my legs shaking with anxiety and regret.

Tears prick the corners of my eyes as I walk away, the disappointment in myself thinking like an unbearable burden. I want to spend that night with Mr. R. and give myself to him without reservation, but this stranger in the elevator makes my sanity go to hell.

I feel foolish, a coward for letting the opportunity slip through my fingers. But at the same time, I know that I can't ignore what I'm feeling for Mr. R. He's the one I want, even though I already regret not having completed what I started in that room.

With a heavy sigh, I move further and further away from the room, I don't think he will understand that I ran away.

I don't think I'll ever see this hottie again so it doesn't matter, I know it doesn't change the fact that I let both guys and myself down.

I feel my body weak from not finishing the stimulation I started, my legs shaking with anticipation for penetration, I'll have to resolve this when I get home.