*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Iris waves at Paige and Sasha as they wander off and then answers Seamus “Well considering they just decided on bottom to top, maybe we should go top to bottom so we don’t, cross over before we’re ready to…” She leans back into him as well and gives him a light kiss “If that’s ok with you…” She whispers. And then if he allows she’ll spot the elevator and lead him to it.
Seamus watches them walk off and nods. He accepts the light kiss. “That’s fine with me.” he agrees heading to the elevator together. It’s an old building with an old fashioned elevator, but without an operator. Seamus opens the doors and the cage and steps inside, turning and looking at the controls. Once Iris is in he closes the door, then the cage. “You know no one uses this .. or they didn’t when I was around. Armand taught me how to operate it. Man, you just don’t see this stuff anymore.” it does have modern stickers on it certifying it is operational, but it's a good century old. He pulls a lever and they begin to rise, slowly. Suddenly he stops them and fiddles a little to make the elevator as close to being even with the floor as he can. “Fourth floor.” He calls and opens the door.
It’s like being in another time, when bright electric lights were science fiction. It’s not dusty but it has the feeling of being dusty. The smell is of old books and the floors are worn. He steps out and reaches for Iris’s hand. He begins to walk, and it is clear the floor is divided into separate large rooms with old fashioned panel and frosted glass doors. Opening one, it is like they’ve entered a sort of sub store. Three are aisles as well as a couple of alcoves. Looking around he breathes. “Vintage erotia….”
Iris exhales audibly at the vintage elevator and the fact that SEamus knows how to operate it “Did I mention I want to just live in this shop? Oh my god Seamus…..this is like the best day of my LIFE!” she’s fangirling like a schoolgirl at a boy band concert and she has no shame. She inhales as they get off the elevator and drinks in everything.”I could lie down on the floor and simply die….” She knows what Seamus’s end game is up here but she has to look around and touch the books. It’s a deeply spiritual need. She steps into one of the alcoves and picks out a picture book and leafs through it, Women from the 1920s era in sepia tones all modelling lingerie of the era. There are feathers on the heats and fringed shawls and little bloomers as well as many many garters. Iris has a visual orgasm on the spot and turns to book to face Seamus “This is the sexiest book I’ve ever held in my hands…” She proclaims.
Seamus had grinned like a fool at just being able to show off his knowledge of vintage elevators. “I had planned to go by elevator when we came up here.” he tells her, loving how she's gushing and knowing the best was yet to come. He watches her when the enter the room of erotic books and he follows her, looking through her eyes. When she turns to face him, he grins. “I guess my job is done.” he teases. “Have I made you happy?” he asks, almost shyly. This is a part of him no one knows.
Iris shuts the book and sets it back where it was when Seamus asks her if he’s made her happy. She turns and pulls him to her and looks like she’s trying to find the words “I’m going to risk sounding as mushy as our French friend downstairs so please don’t laugh…” She starts laughing at herself though and then refocuses, looking deeply into his eyes “Seamus I’m not sure I actually knew what happy was….before you….” Her eyes start to water unexpectedly and she blinks but one tear escapes and she curses it “Ok what the fuck...I’m not a crier…” She chuckles “I swear….” She wipes at the tear like it’s betraying something deeper than she allows herself to acknowledge right now.
Seamus laughs softly, because they are in a sacred space. Her words hit him hard and he tightens his jaw. He clears his throat. “Yea…” he replies gruffly and swallows, watching her wipe the tear away. “No .. I get it … I do.” he blows out a breath and looks around. He spots something and he grins wickedly. “Well look what we have here …” he murmurs, chin jutting to a tall wooden step ladder against the wall that separates this room from the one next to it. It’s already open and locked, as if waiting for someone to search for a book on the higher shelves.
Iris sees his reaction and has to laugh as they seemed to be having the same struggle with it all. Then she sees him grin and hears his discovery and turns to look “Ooooh…” She shudders a bit and runs her hand up his chest “Oooh….” She bites her lip “I wore something you like today.” She whispers and grins at him as she casually walks towards the ladder. “I wonder if they have any more 1920s books...up here.” She checks how stable the ladder is and it’s solid so she climbs up a few steps and makes kike she’s just eyeing the titles on the nearby shelf.
Seamus grins at the hand on his chest. He knew the ladder as in the room. Each room had one, at least. She bites her lip and tells him she wore something he’d like. “Oh? What?” he asks as she moves to the ladder. She climbs up a few steps and he looks up. “I dunno? Do they?” he wonders and holds the ladder, even though it is securely locked. Her back is in line with his lips and he kisses it. “Maybe a higher shelf?”
Iris feels the kiss and steps up one more, understanding his hint “How about this shelf? Ooooh Building Boudoirs...it’s architectural..” She reads a title and then answers his other question “Mmm I’ll just let you find them Seamus….you’re a strapping young man after all…” Strap was a defiant hint about garters.
Seamus grins when she moves up the ladder a bit. His interest is definitely piqued when she mentions an architectural book that is obviously erotic. “I’m not leaving here empty handed.” he cheers quietly. Her skirt is now in front of him. He strokes her leg up under her skirt and feels the garters. “Well … you did wear something I like.” he moves his hand to her inner thigh, stroking the smooth flesh. “Anything else up there? Believe me I am looking down here.” He makes contact with her panties and strokes the fabric.
Iris trembles at his stroking. She’s aware she’s going to have to be quiet so it’s just her breath that becomes audible “Hmm…...oh my this one’s all about spanking….could be a fun read.” She giggles a bit. And illustrated...many many buttocks..” She notes. “Finding anything worth delving into below?”
Seamus rubs lightly as she goes through other books. “Spanking, eh?” he pats her butt, once and then again slightly harder. He moves his hand back and slides his finger under the leg band and in between her labia. “Absolutely. I’ve found something I want to delve very deeply into indeed…” he searches for moisture, suspecting he will find some.
Iris squirms a bit as he rubs and then when he pats her and then does it again harder she has to hold onto the ladder with both hands for a moment and her panties become soaked “Well that’s good to know…” She struggles to get out and then finds herself pressing forward towards him with her hips “Seamus..” She whispers and looks at him with pure desire in her eyes.
Seamus plays for a moment and looks up as she looks over her shoulder and down at him. “Hush…” he breathes and removes his fingers and spanks her butt again. Then he turns around and ducks between her legs, backing into the ladder. He is facing her panties now and leans back, pulling them aside. He kisses her trimmed lips and drags his tongue over them, purely teasing her. He knows this is her fantasy and he wants to make it come true in the best way possible.
Iris bites her lip and then purses her lips to force herself to be quieter. When he spanks her again her head rolls back and she presses her hips forward again. As she feels his tongue on her lips she holds the ladder with one hand and slides the other down to the top of his head, feeling him through the fabric. The smell of old books and the ladder and Seamus between her legs...she really could lie down and die after this.
Seamus grins and pulls at the fabric of her panties with his teeth, growling softly. Then he remembers something she told him their first night together about the contents of her purse. Something about spare panties. He doesn't yank her panties off … but he does pull them don and to the side, moving his tongue forward between her trimmed lips and tasting her. He lifts one of her legs up a rung, wanting more access. Iris’s hand on his head encourages him to stay right here he is, which is fine by him.
Iris rebalances as he moves her leg and has to move her hand from his head to do so. She had felt his teeth tugging the fabric and heard the growl and started to shake as he began to taste her. He was the sexiest man on the planet to her. She can feel herself starting to pant and grinds lightly into his movements he’s making with his tongue and mouth.
Seamus doesn’t mind her hand moving. He’s focused. But the grip on her panties is lost and he growls again, albeit softly. Pulling at them again, he hears the fabric tear. He pauses. “Oops.” he murmurs, but his tone belies that he isn’t worried. It gives him the excuse to tear them at the one leg hole, giving him better access. He growls again and covers her with his open mouth, pressing his tongue against her clit and moving it around. He feels the hard nub under his tongue and the taste of her is driving him mad combined with the smell of the old books.
Iris hears another growl and then sEamus rips her panties and she just about moans out loud managing to force it into a quiet whispery “Mmmm” The next growl, his mouth over her and his tongue moving her clit make her soar quickly to a plateau. She can feel the edge of her orgasm already with all the factors building up. It won’t take long, which might be good given where they are. She grinds into him a little harder and she can feel herself literally dripping on him.
Seamus braces his back against the ladder and moves his hands to both of her thighs, She is facing the ladder and he hopes she is hanging on. He growls one more time and holding her legs hard shakes his head, making his tongue rub hard against her clit. He wants her to cum, but he isn’t done with her yet.
Iris hangs on to the ladder as if for dear life. His growling is making her wild and then his head shake and the rubbing makes her thrust at him, at his face. She imagines Cordelia and Valentine on the train and Seamus backed up against that ladder with the wind whipping through her hair as the redheaded dangerous gentleman makes a true woman of her. She has never felt more in tune with her womanhood than when Seamus pleases her and he is really pleasing her now. He could push her over the edge easily now but she can also hold the balance.
Seamus continues without mercy, He swallows and closes his eyes. Then he begins to move just the tiniest bit faster. He feels he is getting to know her signals and that he can make her cum very soon.
Iris’s orgams takes her over and her knees weaken slightly and she has to hold on harder to the ladder. She thrusts at him, panning hard but it’s almost erratic as she just rides the waves. Stabilizing one foot she drops one hand and squeezes his shoulder. She knows he’s heard her moan but she can’t do that here so she’s letting him know with her hand that he’s got her as she goes from thrusting to just shaking and then begins to ebb and her body relaxes.
Seamus feels her orgasm and rides it out, pulling his head back, ducking and coming out from between her legs. He steps on the ladder and climbs over her, feeling her shake. “Turn around.” he tells her, his voice commanding. “Sit on the top of the ladder a minute.”
Iris laughs breathily a bit and feels him behind her and then climbs “Ok….” She agrees and does so. She’s desperately curious. “You’re hot when you go all dom on me…” She teases.
Seamus chuckles when she does what he told her to, and teases him about it all at the same time. He has to climb a few steps up the laer himself and he moves between her legs, spreading them wide. “Am I?” He kisses the inner part of her right thigh. “Did you have a good time?” He kisses her inner left thigh. Then he centers his head and kisses her nether lips. “Lacey?” he uses the name familiarly, his mips actually touching the short trimmed hairs of her labia.
Iris eases into his new plan, loving it already from the positioning “You are...and yes I did….oh god..” She speaking in a low quiet voice and she holds onto the ladder again and is ready to go for another round when he calls her Lacey and she freezes reaches down with one hand and tries to pull his face up from under his chin looking totally shocked “Wait...what?!””
Seamus lets her guide his head. “You heard me. Lacey.” he turns and kisses the inside of her hand. “I’ve been reading Lacey since March.” he tells her. “But lo and behold when I checked last night … there was this incredible story.” He lifts her skirt up a bit more and kisses her at her pubic line. “That you sent me a few days ago.” his blue eyes twinkle. “Now that orgasm was for the train …” he kisses her hand again. “But this is for the bookstore…” and if she’ll let him, he will kiss her labia, pressing in lightly as he holds the ladder with one hand and pushes one of her legs out with the other. Then he stops and looks up as if realizing something. “Unless you’ve been hacked .. then we can forget everything and go find a lawyer.”
Iris looks at him breathlessly and is somewhere between laughing and truly and fully crying. They had crossed over and she didn’t even know it. Lacey was her secret self in many ways and here Seamus had known her the whole time. “No lawyers…” She whispers and then swallows hard. She submits to him, opening herself physically and emotionally. “For the bookstore…” is her last whisper before she gives into all of it. For Lacey…..for love.
Seamus looks up at her and barely breaks the eye contact as he goes back in. This time is languorous, and gentle and even loving. He feels her give herself to him and he can feel the shift in what they are. When she cums, it is a different experience, at least for him. He helps her down from the ladder and goes into her bag himself, retrieving the spare panties and offering to help her in them. Then he takes the small package of wipes and cleans his hands, followed by a stick of cinnamon gum. Then he takes Building Boudoirs and sets it by the bag. He puts his arms around her and kisses her deeply before retrieving the book and leading her down the stairs this time where they explore the third, second and finally the ground floor feeling, on his end, like they have climbed instead. Yet he knows they haven't reached their pinnacle. Maybe they never will. Maybe each day they will go higher and higher.
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