The air is stale, heavy with the funk of dampness and stale cigarette smoke. I hear a sharp and loud thump as a heavy metal door slams one floor above. It feels like minutes pass before I hear the clatter of mens shoes on the stairs, descending. You appear around the corner. You walk up to me, and our eyes meet. I reach down and cup your crotch. Your eyes widen. I put my other hand on your chest, and gently push you against the railing. I lean my body into yours, my breasts pressed to your chest. With both hands I cup your face, and kiss you deeply, soulfully. Through your pants and my skirt I… Leer más