The Elevator: Hundred Fifteenth Floor (Patreon)

Charlene entered the elevator.  She had one of the most spectacular views from her apartment on the hundred and fifteenth floor.  It was worth the long ride to get there.  As the doors closed, Charlene forgot who she was and what she looked like.  She could see her mirrored reflection on the closed door.  She liked what she saw, the woman she didn't recognize looked hot.  She was sexy with tits that looked to be at least a D-cup.  She was sexually attracted to herself as countless men had been.  She knew it was her reflection, but she also knew that she had never seen this gorgeous woman before.

Her arms were folded under her breasts, so she pulled them towards the outside of her body allowing her hands to feel her boobs.  She loved the smooth softness of her breasts.  Her breasts were both perky and yielding under her hands.  She was so involved that she didn't notice the dampness beginning in her own panties.  She closed her eyes and sighed as she squeezed her boobs.

But her breasts weren't her entire body, and she was in love with all of it.  She let her hands fall from her breasts to her torso and then to her stomach, outside to her waist and then over her hips until she was squeezing her rounded butt.  It felt heavenly.

But she couldn't linger there, her hands slid back to her front and she messaged the inside of her thighs. Now she could feel the heat down there.  She wanted to do more than rub herself over her clothes.  She knew she would soon when she was home.  She held her right hand on her crotch and moved her left hand back to her left breast. She didn't feel like a woman anymore, she felt like a man who was with a woman.  A woman that would do anything she wanted her to do.  Charlene might be attracted to other women, but no other woman seemed as sexy to Charlene as Charlene was her to herself right now.

Before she knew it, she was on her floor.  She exited the elevator and rapidly walked, almost jogged, to her apartment.  She fumbled for her keys, but she finally got the door opened.

Inside her apartment was her boyfriend.  Charlene didn't care about him anymore.  She didn't even know his name.  She didn't have any sexual feelings for him or any man.  What she wanted was herself.  She wanted herself in the worst way.

"Hey, babe," Charlene's boyfriend greeted her.

Charlene couldn't care less about this guy in her apartment.  She had other things on her mind.  She didn't have time to be tactful.  Charlene yelled, "Get the hell out of my apartment!"

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