Accessing the building was easy enough, you had the code after all, given to you by your professor so that you could access the workshop after hours. You needed access in order to work on projects for your metalworking class.
You had started this out with innocent enough intentions. You had simply planned to show her the projects that you were working on for class. Innocent. You could hardly be blamed for the way that the clothes she wore hugged her supple curves, or the soft hungry look that always seemed to fill her eyes when she looks your way.
To nobody’s surprise, despite being in the center of downtown, the school building was all but abandoned. In the late afternoon. On a Sunday. In August.
Once past the front door you both slipped down silent hallways towards the elevator, your footsteps echoing loudly in your ears.
However innocent your original intentions may have been, they were quickly corrupted by her actual… proximity. She had always had that effect on you, almost intoxicating. Just being near sets both of your bodies aflame.
You come together as the elevator doors closed, your hands slipping down her tight shorts. She forced eager fingers past the rough bite of tight denim, past the slick silky smoothness to the warm pliant softness of bare skin. Then down, down past the downy hairs that covered her skin, down past the rough stubble of a not so recent shave, until your questing fingers found heat and moisture between her legs.
Your lips met just as she moans loudly into your mouth, the sound something between a groan of agony and satisfaction. Your free hand catches her when her legs buckle just a bit, your hand grasping one of her breasts ,and pulling her body against yours.
The elevator starts to rise, a button having been pushed by someone at some point. Neither of you is paying much attention all things considered. Your hand has found its way under her shirt now, kneading and pulling at the supple flesh, eliciting another moan, this time filling the small metallic space of the elevator as it rises past empty floors of dark classrooms.
She turns in your arms, one hand pulling you in for a desperate, passionate kiss. Her breast is exposed, the left one, her top having slipped down the side of her arm in your embrace. The expanse of smooth skin fills you with an emotion you can’t easily articulate.
You pull apart for a moment, your lungs aching for a new breath and your eyes lock. For a split second that might as well stretch out into an eternity you stare into each other, twin fires of burning passion.
You meet again, all but throwing yourselves at each other, crashing together cataclysmically before crashing thenceforth into the wall. Your hands find bare flesh again, warm and soft, hot and wet