Behind the Door Part 1:
Before I could react, he had pried my legs apart and was working along my inner right thigh, moving slowly upward. By now, my reservations were gone and I surrendered to him. And when his fingers reached the junction between my legs, I gasped when his hands slipped under my butt and gripped my cheeks, squeezing them in his hands. He could see every intimate part of me, I was sure of it. Letting go of my butt, his hands came around to my folds. At that moment, when his finger slipped between my legs, I clapped my hand over my mouth, suppressing my scream.

His fingers moved along my folds, tracking my wetness up and down. I was so wet at this point that my insides heaved with desire as he stroked me. I wanted to cry out, ask him what he was doing, but I didn’t. I let him manipulate my folds, slowly, methodically bringing me to orgasm. My hips began rocking in time with his hands. God, those hands were making me feel things I never thought possible. I could feel my climax building, like a wave caught in the shallows it was gaining momentum, waiting to wash over me.

I was at his mercy now. I ached for release and was willing to do anything to achieve it. But when his finger inched back and forth over my vagina, teasing me with the promise of what was to come. I bit my lip, desperate for him to penetrate me. His fingers did not wait long to slip inside of me, and when I felt the pressure of him moving deeper, I arched my back and moaned. He was rubbing back and forth over that spot, the one so many men try to find but give up. Well, Mr. Hands knew exactly where my spot was, and as he slowly moved in and out of me, I knew I was going to come harder than I had ever come before.

Behind the Door Part 2: 
Jogging to my car as pellets of rain stung my arms, I considered if I had finally reached the end of my adventures at Paradise. Moving on would be difficult for me, no matter how sexy Mr. Hands had become in my mind. Jumping into my car, I shook the rain from my skin and eagerly turned over the ignition. Yep, I was ready to get back to my life, and close the door on Paradise for good. Nothing good could come from it. I had a date with James to look forward to, a big case to prepare for, and a life to rebuild. I was done here.
Pulling out of the white-shelled parking lot, I glanced once more through my rearview mirror to the plain red-bricked building growing smaller in the distance. Some fantasies were better left unrealized. Or else you could end up wanting to discover what was behind all the doors in a place like Paradise. Driving along, I kept thinking about the purple door and what would have been waiting for me if I had found the courage to go through it. Flashing back to my bondage experience in the blue room, I felt that heat between my legs take hold. Slowing my car, I pulled over to the curb.
“Fuck!” I shouted, slamming my fist into the steering wheel.
Spinning the wheel, I hit the gas and turned the car around. Spotting the red-bricked building further down Tulane Avenue, I pressed on the gas.
Yeah, desire could be a real bitch.