Teresa sauntered up the large white and glass tower, smiling to herself, listening to the click of her boots on the sidewalk, the sound of traffic in the background, there were a few people wandering the street, but in this uptown part of the city people were rich, they have cars; the few people walking the street around her were only walking to near by delicatessens or wine bars. She felt a little disgust being around these rich people but then again Gary was just as rich of them, but he was so different, he hadn’t started off rich, he didn’t think rich, and felt glad that except for the fact that he owned the penthouse of this particular building he didn’t act rich. As she thought this she stepped inside the foyer of the building, an elderly man in uniform held the door open for her; this did make her feel a little embarrassed at being treated like this.

“Afternoon miss, you’re Mr. Carlyle’s visitor aren’t you? He’s expecting you,” he said kindly, a smile on his wizened face; smiling a bit wider when he saw the surprise on her face, giving her an explanation. “Mr. Carlyle is one of the more different residents here and you aren’t like any of the usual guests, so I guessed you’re one of his.”

She nodded and nodded back, smiling as he did, sitting back down on his chair while he waited for the next person to approach the door. Teresa turned and walked towards the lift, squeezing her thighs together as a thought ran through her head, “Yes, I am his, all his.” Pressing the button for the top floor she leaned back against the wall of the elevator, unbuttoning the top of her jeans, sliding one hand into her pants; she hadn’t worn any panties since the night she had first spent together, she wanted to give him access to her pussy whenever he wanted. Slipping one finger inside her, she pressed harder against the mirrored wall, whimpering softly as the soft shimmers of pleasure ran through her, her eyes open watching the dots of light moving up floor by floor, her finger only moving in and out slowly, not wanting have an orgasm before she was in his arms. Finally the light reached the top floor, the doors opening slowly, as they did she took her hand out of her jeans, quickly buttoned up her jeans and walking out into the corridor and down it to the door at the end, raising her finger to her mouth and sucking the juices off of it, savouring it before ringing the doorbell.

She only had to wait a moment before there was a click as the door opened slowly, revealing the sunlit shape of Gary, standing there, wearing only a pair of black jeans and a smirk. Teresa whimpered and lunged forward, pouncing on him, wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply, sucking his tongue into her mouth, massaging it with her own tongue as her hands massaged up and down his back, almost like she was trying to absorb him through her skin. She felt his hands on her shoulders, sliding off the spaghetti straps of her top, leaving the top of her chest bar, showing off her breasts, her nipples erect from arousal, holding the kiss. Breaking the kiss he smiled softly, looking into her eyes, he whispered softly, brushing his hands over her breast for a moment, stroking her nipples.

 “Come with me,” he said. That’s what he said whenever he had a surprise for her, come with me. After