Sophia was beginning to think she had had a very good decision.  They had barely even touched, though she was now enjoying his arm around her waist as she led the way to the elevator.  But already she was pleased, and aroused, simply by the way he talked.  He was interested in her.  He was excited about finding ways to please her, and he was confident that he would.  It was as different from her nights with Norman as she could imagine.  She liked the way she was leading him, knowing the way to her place, and he was accompanying her, as if he were the trophy in this case.<br/><br/>"Blowjob addict, yes, you know the type, I see," she quipped back at him.  "Once I thought if I did it enough he'd start reciprocating with some attention to me, some questions about what I wanted.  It seems I never quite topped him out though."  She didn't think Norman cheated on her, he was a good man.  He just was perfectly content with a five minute fuck, and the most he asked for in life was a blow job.  Sophia had more wider ambitions in bed.<br/><br/>Once in the elevator, Sophia hit the button for the penthouse.  It wasn't the largest one in the city, by far, but Norman had said he'd rather pay for a small penthouse than a larger house or condo.  It worked for Sophia, she loved the view.  Tonight she loved the idea of sharing it.<br/><br/>"I'm eager to find out what you have in mind," she told Justin, stepping in close to him in the elevator, her hands running along the buttons of his shirt.  "I imagine you must be quite the expert.  A professional, really."  The elevator rose quickly, despite the many floors, gliding smooth and silent.  Sophia reached into her bag and took out a keycard, sliding it in the elevator to open the doors directly into their penthouse apartment.<br/><br/>"I've had enough to drink tonight, but you would probably like something.  What can I get you, for a change?"