0 comments/ 26425 views/ 1 favorites Elevator Ride By: kimberlyn You have this suspicious smile on your face as we enter the elevator, but not knowing what you are up to, I merely shrug it off as just a feeling. The car is empty and you take your usual place against the back wall. I stand in front of you, leaning back, my high heels giving me just enough height to rub my butt against your crotch to arouse you. You placed your hands on my hips and pull me back, making me aware of just how aroused you are. The elevator begins its descent to the lower level where we are to be going. As the car gradually moves between floors I feel a lurch and it comes to a standstill. Caught off balance, I stumble but you catch me in your arms and hold me until I find my footing. I look up at the numbers over the door and realize that we are between two floors. I look at you and you shrug. It looks like we are stuck. I pick up the emergency phone, speak with security and am told that they will get someone as soon as possible, but it may be a while, so we may as well make ourselves comfortable. I turn to you and realizing that this is the break of a lifetime, am in your arms in record time. Looking at the only security camera in the elevator, I realize that vandals must have been at work, as there is black electrical tape on the lens. That is fine with me, I wasn't looking for an audience anyway. Gazing into your eyes, my face upturned, you lean forward and press your lips to mine, first gently, then increasing in pressure and passion. Mine part and your tongue finds its way inside the warmth. I return the kiss with just as much fervor and as our tongues dance, I feel your hands, once again on my hips, sliding lower to the hem of my short skirt. As your hands slowly come back up, so does the skirt. Your hands move to caress my bare cheeks, skimming over my garter and the back of my thong. As your hands move, so do mine. Knowing that we don't have all the time in the world, my hands quickly find the buttons on your jeans and make quick work of them. I slide your jeans and your boxers down to reveal your now fully aroused cock. My small hand closes around it as I slowly stroke it. Our kiss still has not been broken and we are close to devouring each other. I pull away, gasping for breath. You are now leaning back into a corner, holding onto the railing around the mirrored walls of the elevator. I look once again into your eyes and see the raw desire there. Locking our eyes, I slowly drop to my knees and take you in my mouth. You let out a low groan as I take you further into the darkness, exerting only the smallest amount of suction to your now engorged cock. One of my hands continues to stroke you, working in rhythm with my mouth, while the other cradles and massages your balls. You are getting so close, yet you hold back. You pull me to my feet once more, and unbuttoning my silk blouse, you reach in and free each breast from my bra, licking them, swirling your tongue around the areola before taking the nipple into your mouth, gently sucking. My back arches, pushing more into your mouth. My breathing is raspy and I feel the wetness between my legs, soaking my panties. I feel your hand on my inner thigh and it is my turn to hold the rail. I feel weak as I feel your finger pull aside my thong and insert itself into my pussy. I am practically dripping, my juices are flowing so. You turn me away from you to face the mirrored wall and bend me forward giving you total access to my aching pussy. Moving the thong totally to the side you grasp your cock and starting at my clit, rub yourself the entire length of me. I feel like my legs will give out as I grip the rail to hold myself up. Knowing that we don't have much more time, but wanting this to be good for both of us, you insert only the head of your cock into me and wait for me to make the next move. You are watching me in the mirror as the emotions cross my face. The lust, the need that you see there now. When I realize that you are going no further, I push backwards, burying you deep within me. You feel me close in around your shaft, the muscles gripping you, the moisture enveloping you with warmth. And so it begins. You hold me by my hips and start long slow strokes, gradually building the tempo, all the while watching me in the mirrored walls. You see my face, flushed with passion as you take me, but that is not enough. You want me to see too. So while still buried in me, you pull me more upright, kissing my shoulders and neck. You softly whisper in my ear to watch as you bring me to the point of no return. My eyes flutter open as I watch in amazement the couple in the mirror, so wrapped up in passion that I hardly recognize them. As I approach an orgasm I see the wildness in my own eyes as I reach for that ecstasy. But more fulfilling is the look on your face as you begin to explode inside of me, the last sight I remember before I begin to take the fall with you, a whirlpool of lights and emotions. As we come back to earth, we realize that time has passed and it won't be long before we're "rescued". We straighten our clothes as best we can and thanks to the mirrors we look quite presentable when the elevator lurches once more and finishes its journey. Later that day I see you with the security guard, handing him something and wonder... Elevator Ride Everything changed the day he was hired into the company and walked into our office. He was a handsome man but there was something different about him. He had the most beautiful eyes and a smile that could light up a room. Looking into those eyes took my breath away. One smile and in an instant I was wet. Little did he know with that luscious smile and those gorgeous eyes I was willing to do anything for him. However, I knew that would never happen, as I was married. Married or not, I could still fantasize about him and I seemed to do it a lot. It was particularly hard to concentrate when he was in the same room. I would try my hardest not to let my eyes wander to his crotch area and wonder what he hiding behind his boxers. What I wouldn’t give to see him without his clothes on! One evening as I was leaving work I ran into him as he was waiting for the elevator. He smiled and said hello. Immediately I could feel the tingle in my nipples and the wetness forming between my legs. We continued to make small talk. I felt myself flirting, hoping no one would interrupt us. I briefly stared at his lips and imagined what they would feel like kissing my breasts and sucking on my nipples. I could almost feel his tongue flicking my perky nipples. The more I imagined it they wetter I got. I tried to concentrate on our conversation but my mind continued to wander. The elevator seemed to take a long time to come but I didn’t mind. I figured I would cum before it would! I continued to flirt and for a fleeting moment I thought that he was flirting back. It was probably my wishful thinking. Good thing I brought my portable vibrator with me for the ride home. I knew I would be left frustrated after this tête-à-tête and would need to stop to take care of myself before dealing with the outside world. Finally the elevator came and surprisingly no one else was on. We got in and for the first time we were alone. As the elevator descended we continued our conversation. I flirted, slipping in sexual innuendos where I could. He seemed a little anxious. I figured that I had crossed the line of what was proper conversation. Surprisingly he shared that he was so tense lately that he couldn’t seem to unwind and “relieve” himself. I quickly thought to myself of a great way to help him and it involved my mouth wrapped around his dick! A little smirk came over my face. He smiled and asked what I was thinking about. It was amazing how hot it got in that elevator (and how quickly). Just then the elevator came to an abrupt stop. He reached past me, slightly brushing the back of his hand against my right breast, to call for assistance from the elevator phone. A flirtatious smile came over his face. While he talked with the operator I tried to breath. The fact that he touched my breast made my hot, wet pussy throb with anticipation. I really entertained the thought of pulling out my vibrator at that moment. I could have really used it. The building was experiencing a power outage and it would be at least 15 minutes before it could be restored. The thought of what I could do in 15 minutes brought another smile to my face. He enticingly smiled back and I decided that I would make my move. Without saying a word I reached over and gently caressed his face. He didn’t say a word but his striking eyes drew me in. I slowly moved closer and our lips met. At first it was soft and moist but as our tongues met the intensity grew. My right hand slowly made its way down to feel his tight ass (his pants didn’t do him justice). Gradually I made my way around to the front of his pants to feel the growing hardness of his cock. I continued to massage the outside of his pants while he played with my breast through my shirt. His hand then made its way under my blouse and was gently fondling my silky bra. As his fingers found their way to my nipple I undid his belt. I quickly unzipped his pants and reached under his boxers to feel his hard, throbbing cock. I slowly stroked him. It was all that I imagined and more! The thought of me holding his dick in my hand made me wetter. Then with my hand still grasping his hard cock I dropped to my knees. Looking up at his beautiful eyes I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, licking his tip and caressing his balls with my hands. When I felt I had teased him long enough I wrapped my lips around the tip of cock and gradually took him completely in my mouth. Moving slowly at first I pumped his warm, hard cock with my mouth and hand. His hands were caressing my head while I gradually sucked him with greater intensity and speed. I stroked, sucked and licked like I’ve never done before. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him. I alternated between running my tongue up and down his shaft to sucking on his balls then back to swallowing him whole. His dick felt so good in my mouth I didn’t want it to end. Just then he quietly made it known that he was about to cum but I didn’t stop. I kept riding his cock with my mouth until I felt him release. I pulled back a little so I could swallow his sweet cum. I continue to lick his cock clean as he let out a soft moan. I could feel the wetness and throbbing of my warm pussy. I stood up, licked the cum from my lips and gave him a warm passionate kiss. Just then the elevator started again and quietly descended to the first floor. He quickly zipped up his pants and smiled. When the elevator doors opened we exited, smiled at each other, said good night and went our separate ways. I headed to my car where I hoped that the batteries worked on my vibrator. I knew it was an elevator ride neither of us would soon forget and I think he had found a way to relieve himself. Elevator Ride I meet you at the front door of my building to let you in. I'm so excited to see you that I give you a big hug and what I intend to be a quick little kiss. But, I'm so drawn to you that I linger and kiss you long and slow, sucking on your lower lip a bit as I finally pull away. As I do, I whisper in your ear, "Guess what panties I'm wearing?!" As I turn around and press the button for the elevator, you reflect on this comment and take a moment to observe my whole outfit. I'm wearing the pink butterfly tank-top from when we first met, a very tight and very short jean skirt that makes my ass look amazing, and tall socks with cute ballet flats. The whole ensemble is rather school-girl-like, but with a bit less plaid and a lot less coverage. While waiting for the elevator, you get more and more curious about the "panties" I mentioned. Looking around and seeing no one in the lobby, you slide your hand up my bare thigh, under my skirt, and on to my tight, round, bare ass. You give it a little squeeze and I grin. Now you're thinking I must be wearing a skimpy little thong. Since you love to tease me so much, you slide your hand back down my thigh and around to the front of my leg. I tremble slightly as your fingers creep higher and higher up my leg and under my skirt. Your soft, light touches make my whole body tingle. Finally, when I know your hand is in just the right place, I move my legs a bit apart. Your fingers slip right in to my wet, warm pussy. They brush up against my clit and I shudder. "You naughty girl. You lied. You're not wearing any panties," you say. You give my ass a good, hard spank for being so naughty. "I know," I reply, smiling, "And you like it." The elevator finally arrives. Luckily, there's no one inside. As soon as the doors close, I decide I need to have your big, hard cock in my mouth. I get on my knees, undo your belt, and pull down your jeans and boxers as quickly as possible. I'm pleased to see that our brief interaction has already made you hard. I take that cock I love so much in both hands and lick it from the base to the tip, looking up at you and smiling as I do. You run your fingers through my hair and gently push my head toward your body. I lean in and take your whole cock in my mouth. It's so big that I gag a little, but I keep sucking it for all I'm worth. "You're so bad. What if someone sees us?" you ask. In response, I stand up, slam the stop button in the elevator and say, "There, problem solved. Now put your cock in my pussy and fuck me 'til I scream." "Yes, ma'am." You hike up my skirt, pick me up, and hold me against the elevator wall. I wrap my legs around your waist and slide my wet, warm, tight pussy on to your big, hard cock. It feels so good I let out a little moan. You fuck me hard and fast while I kiss your neck. It feels so good that I moan louder and pant harder. Your cock is hitting the perfect spot and I come quick and hard, screaming as my whole body shakes. You feel my pussy clench on your cock and it pushes you over the edge. "I'm going to come," you pant. I grin; slide off of you and on to my knees once again. I suck your big, hard cock until you come in my mouth. I keep sucking until I get every last drop to make sure you're fully satisfied. Once you're completely finished, I stand up, straighten my clothes, and start the elevator up again. You look at me and chuckle. "What's so funny?" I ask. "I didn't know I'd get that far that fast tonight. That was quite a hello." "I hope I didn't wear you out already. I have plans for us." "Oh, really, and what are those plans?" you ask, looking quite curious. "Well, since I was so demanding just now, I think it's your turn to be in charge. Feel free to tie me up and tease me thoroughly to be sure I obey." Elevator Ride Standing alone in his dorm room John pondered what his next move should be. It was Christmas break and there was barely anyone left on campus. Looking around he saw the picture of his family sitting on his dresser which was empty due to having no class over the break. Sitting to the right of that was his laptop which was open to facebook, his usual procedure to burn a couple hours while having nothing to do. His dorm room was really quite empty, except for a Chicago Bulls calendar and some family photos, the walls were bare. He never really was the decorating type, he always thought when he found the right girl she would decorate their house for them. In truth he really didn't care that much, he was fine with the walls being empty; it was always the people who visited him who had the problem, always saying how his room was so bland and boring, he didn't care. As he began to pace thoughts returned to what he was going to eat for dinner. Since it was Christmas break the cafeteria was closed, so he couldn't count on that. There was always Burger King a couple blocks down he thought. With how cold it was outside in the dead of winter, traveling down the block really wasn't appealing. So with that in mind he was going to the ole standby and gets some food out of the vending machines. Crossing the floor he readjusted his sweat pants and made sure everything was in order. Opening the door he reached down and re-adjusted himself and started walking down the halls. With no one around he really didn't have to worry about crashing into someone with his hands down his pants. The walls were a boring white color, with every ten feet or so a new room with a corresponding number. His room was number 10, which was perfect because it was right in the middle of the hall which meant it was right across from the bathroom. Sure that meant hearing the door open and close during the night, but on those drunken nights when you have to get to the bathroom quick, nothing was better. His floor was completely abandoned; he was the only soul living there the entire month. He kind of liked it that way, but it also got lonely. This was the first time he wasn't able to go home for the holidays because his parents were on a cruise they book months ahead of time. They didn't think about him of course, they never did. As he walked by room number six, he could smell the sweet scent of pot. His friend George lived in that room and was a huge pothead, always skipping class to go get high with his girlfriend, but naturally a straight A student. Reaching the elevator he clicked the button and only had to wait a matter of seconds before the elevator arrived, another perk of being one of the few in the building. His building was newly renovated so the elevators were exceptionally nice, wood panels and carpeted floors. The amber colored floor brought out the wood of the elevator but looked strange next to the white walls of his floor. Each floor had different colored walls ranging from light blue, white, to brown and even red. He always thought he picked the right floor sense he was always told he had a boring personality. The elevator slowly descended until it reached the lobby and he exited onto the ceramic tile. Walking across the floor he could hear his footsteps slap the tile, echoing around the corridor. With the lobby vending machines down the hallways on the right, he walked that direction. As he turned the corner he could hear grunts and heavy breathing from where the vending machines were. A metallic crack sounded off into the air as if someone was kicking the machine. With his heart beat quickened he picked up the pace to see if someone needed help. "You piece of crap give me my Snickers bar!" he heard a women scream down the hall. It was nice to hear another person's voice he though, you get cabin fever after being alone for too long. In his mind he was going over all the scenarios of what she could look like. With his luck it was be some girl he was not attracted to, he never caught the breaks. Before turning the corner he called out, "Do you need help?" he was hoping that she did. "Oh thank god, I'm starving and this machine won't give me my candy bar," she yelled back. As he turned the corner he saw the source of the voice, and it took his breath away. Standing ten feet away was the most elegant women he had ever seen. Standing perpendicular to the machine he could see she was thin, around 5'10 and had beautiful brown hair about shoulder length. Even though it was winter she had pink short shorts on that left little to the imagination. Her cream colored appeared soft and smooth. To top it off was a white Illinois State sweatshirt that appeared brand new. Our eyes meeting for the first time seemed to go on forever, but was really only a second on two. Visually regaining her composure she brushed some hair away from her face before putting them on her hips. "I'm sorry but I'm really hungry and this dumb machine won't work," she explained. Closing the gap between the two of them, he walked right up next to the machine to get a closer look. "Well it looks to me as if your candy bar won't fall," he said jokingly. Throwing her hands up in the air she said, "Well duh smarty pants." Breaking his attention away from the machine he came face to face with her and could smell her delicious perfume. She smelled of strawberries. Looking directly into her eyes he was about to speak when she got her words out first. "Hey I'm Carol" "Nice to meet you I'm John, what are you doing here, its Christmas break shouldn't you be at home with your family? "I would but I work at the community center down Williams's road doing charity work over the holidays. How about you, what are you still doing here?" Looking back toward the machine his hands started to lightly shake the device hoping he could cause the food to fall. "My parents thought it was a good idea to go on a vacation without me," he explained while tending to his task of helping the girl out. While he was trying different way to get the candy for her they made small talk about how abandoned the campus was and how there was no where to eat. Thus explaining why the both went to the vending machines for food. After a minute or two and more rough housing the machine, the candy finally dropped. "Ah there we go," he said as he put his hand into the slot and handed her the candy bar. "Thank you so much! I don't know what I was going to do if this didn't work out." "Not a problem, glad to help," he said "Well it was nice meeting you John, I won't forget this," she said as she turned to walk away. They shared a smile and like that she started to walk away. Naturally when a good looking girl is in need of help, it's one that doesn't find him attractive he thought. Hearing her footsteps he wished he would have asked for her number, an opportunity like that doesn't happen every day. She had to be the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he just let her walk away. As he kept kicking himself over the mistake, and picking out his food, which of course was Doritos, his favorite chips, he could hear footsteps coming closer to him. As he bent over taking his bag of chips out of the slot, he looked back and saw Carol walking back toward him. His mind began to race, why is she walking back to me for he thought. A smile spread across her face as she walked up next to him. "Hey by any chance would you be interested in hanging out? I'm very bored and you look like a nice enough guy to hang out with." The sound of her voice was enthralling, all he knew was the wanted to keep hearing it. "Yea sure, that sounds like a great idea. I really don't know what there is to do but I'm sure we can think of something." With that we take off from the vending machine down the hallway. For some reason the hallways seem just a little brighter than when I arrived just ten minutes earlier. We decide that neither of us was ready to go back to our rooms so walking sounded right. Luckily we had the largest dorm on campus and had plenty of places to walk around. As were walking we talk about our roommates and how we both despise them. It turns out she is from Michigan and wants to be a nurse, pretty much all small talk. Her charity work resolves around her cooking the meals for the elderly at the community center. Making their way around the dorm the flow of conversation goes from the normal how is your day type of chit chats to more personal questions. After walking around for about twenty minutes he stops in front of the elevator. "I have grown tired of walking," he said with a laugh, "but I would still appreciate your company so would you be interested in joining me to my room; we could watch a movie or something?" He had no idea where that came from, it was so unlike him. But after talking and walking around with her, perhaps he had become more comfortable than he thought. He wasn't even worried she would say no, a rush of adrenaline came bursting through his veins and he knew she would say yes. With a wide grin on her face she says, "Wow, you really are confident in yourself aren't you." Pausing for a second before he could answer she continued, "But I like that, normally guys around me are nervous, but not you." "Well that settles it then," he said. Turning his back he reached for the elevator button and pressed it, it grew an orange color. Almost immediately the elevator dinged indicating it was there and the doors opened. Wasting no time Carol walked into the elevator and moved into the right back corner. With John following, he walked in pressed the button for the 9th floor and turned around facing her. Carol was leaning against the wall with her arms holding onto the side railing. Wasting no time, without even asking for permission John walking right up to her and planted a kiss on her lips. Ding- they had just passed the second floor. Opening her eyes and coming back to reality John could tell his kiss had the desired effect. "Wow, I am really growing more found of you John. Confident, assertive, and not even asking if I wanted you to kiss me, you're a dangerous man. But I want more, are you willing to do that?" she asked playfully throwing her delicate brown hair over her shoulder. "I don't know if you can handle me," he grinned, "I can be quite the handful." Ding- they had just passed the fourth floor. His mind was racing, who is this guy and where has he been his whole life. All he knew was he didn't want to think too much and lose him. One kiss wasn't enough he thought, he wanted more. Without thinking he leaned back in and began kissing her again. The intensity of the kiss escalated when she slowly parted her lips and with her tongue grazed the inside of his mouth. Wanting more he placed his hand above her shorts and went under her sweat shirt, to her bra. Feeling her breasts made his heart beat faster and faster, and could feel himself get aroused. Without missing a beat Carol used her hand and pulled his sweat pants open and slowly creped her hand down toward his penis. Ding- 7th floor While massaging her breasts his kisses left her lips and moved to her neck and along her collar bone. Her breathing had quickened and he could feel her shivering against his hard body. Her hand finally met his penis and she grabbed it and then their eyes met. "You were not lying there big boy," she said between deep labored breaths. Sweat began to accumulate across her brow like a light drizzle before a storm hit. She began to slowly stoke him and could see his eyes begin to roll back from pleasure. Ding 9th floor The doors slide open but neither of them moved; they were not ready to get off this ride yet. Maintaining eye contact this time she leaned in and planted a more sensual kiss on his lips, slower, more romantic. "How about we make this elevator out of order?" he said with his eyes closed looking up toward the ceiling. "You don't have to tell me twice, but how do we keep this private, I want to do some dirty things with you in here," she whispered into his ear. "Oh I got a trick up my sleeve, something I learned pulling a prank on my friend Eric last semester. " Breaking contact for the first time, he went over and pressed the first floor button, illuminating it. Carol looking over curiously but remained silent, trusting her partner knew what he was doing. Once the elevator began to move John pressed the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a stop. "Wait won't that cause an alarm to go off or something?" she asked curiously. "No, they had the alarm disabled because college students were abusing it and the fire department was annoyed at all the wasted trips," he replied. "Oh you just can't trust college kids with anything these days can you," she said with that mothering tone. "No you simply cannot," he said looking her up and down, "Now where were we...?" "You were about to put those nice strong hands back on my body Mr." Taking his cue they went right back to where they started except this time John didn't go for her top but instead went for her bottoms. Sliding his hands around her back he cupped her butt and squeezed causing Carol to squeal. Still stroking his penis she could feel pre-cum slowly comes out making it easier to do. Wanting to touch her skin he went inside her shorts and pulled them down around her ankles. Wanting nothing more than to feel her wet cunt he licked his finger and went straight for it. The warmth of her skin and softness sent a chill throughout his body. Slowly he slid one finger inside which caused carol to lose her balance and wrap he free arm around his waist. Repeatedly his finger went in and out as moans began to escape her lips. This time she pulled his sweats out and around his hot thick dick and they fell to the floor. "I want you in me," she gasped still holding onto him to maintain her balance. "My pleasure," he said taking his place in front of her. With his arms he picked her up and pushed her into the side of the elevator. The sight of his muscles at work turned her on even more and she opened her legs as wide as she could. With her hand she placed his cock in front of her pussy and spread it with her two fingers. "You're pretty big, please be gentle with me," her eyes wide and full of emotion as she said it. Simply nodding he applied a little pressure and the tip slide inside her. Wanting more she put her hands on his ass and pulled him closer, pulling inch by inch farther inside of her until she took him balls deep and a scream escaped her mouth. Sweat dripping down his face and accumulating around his arms he started fucking her, going in and out. She was so tight he thought he really didn't want to hurt her so he kept it slow and easy. The rhythmic fucking took on a life of its own as Carol arched her back and slow muffled moans came with ever pump. Wanting to get as deep as possible, he picked Carol off the side and moved to the middle of the elevator. Instinctively Carol placed her arms around his neck for support and began thumping off his thighs. Each strike getting deeper than the one before it, his grunting grew louder. "Oh John you're so deep, I love the way you fuck me. You're going to make me cum if you keep going," she cried. Kissing her lips and savoring her smell he kept going, wanting nothing more than to have her cum all over his cock. "Come on baby, cum for me Carol, I want it." The thump of their skin hitting after each thrust grew louder, and her screams echoed off the walls of the elevator. "Oh John cum with me, I want us to cum together. I want to feel it inside me." With her on the breach of ultimate pleasure, his thrusts grew faster and harder. For the first time he didn't feel guilty about cuming while having sex, she wants it, needs it he thought. The feeling of his balls growing tighter and a wave washing over him, he could feel he was about to cum. "Oh baby I'm going to cum," he gasped while squeezing her ass in his hands. With her arms wrapped around his shoulders she pulled herself up to his lips and kisses him deeply. He could feel her muscles tighter around him and her legs holding onto him for dear life. Finally reaching his limit he couldn't hold back any longer and blasted his cum deep inside her while at the same time he could feel her cunt grip him and pulsating uncontrollably. He could feel her screaming while they kissed, their eyes open, staring into each other's soul. Breath after breath of her screams slowly turned into moans as their climax slowly came to an end. Having received ever ounce of him from his orgasm, he could feel her wetness dripping down his legs. Still in his arms, he held her close. They could feel each other's heartbeat in rhythm. Picking her up, his dick slowly fell outside of her and he let her down in which she immediately stumbled back into his arms. "Oh I'm sorry but my legs don't quite feel up the task of standing yet," she said shying clearly embarrassed by the ordeal. "Oh in that case let me see what I can do about that," he said while he scooped her up into his arms and held her once again. Moving toward the buttons he pressed the 9th floor once again and the elevator doors opened. Both dripping from sweat he carried her though the white halls toward his dorm room. "Well you really are a dangerous man John," she said between kisses. "But I think I can handle you, how about that movie you told me about?" Kissing her right back he responded, "I don't know, you can't even walk right now," he teased. "Luckily I have a comfortable bed for us to lie on while we put a movie on," he said with a wink. "Oh I can't even wait," after kissing him on the cheek. Elevator Ride Ch. 01 Oh, not again! Drew thought as she stepped onto the elevator. For the past four weeks, every time she got on after work, Lance was there too. He was tall, gorgeous and blue-eyed, with blond hair and a killer smile. Give him a horse and he's the man that dreams are made of, she thought idly. Except he's a rude, ice cold man who only sees women as warm bodies, without brains. Well, no, thank you! Drew had no interest in men like that. Drew had known Lance for years; he'd been her brother's best friend since they were fifteen. She'd been only twelve, but even then she had seen how gorgeous he was, and how the other girls drooled over him. Lance's parents had died in a car crash and he had been sent to his aunt, Mrs Kindley, Drew and James's next door neighbour. Drew had always liked Lance but he had never even acknowledged her. Lance had always looked upon Drew as James's annoying little sister. Except at her sixteenth birthday party. Six years ago She wore a beautiful, jade coloured halter dress. It stopped above her knees and showed a little cleavage, it was the most elegant thing she'd ever worn. She was talking with some friends when she felt someone's eyes on her; she looked up and there stood Lance, in a suit, looking like Prince Charming himself. He came, was her first thought. The next was, why? However, throughout the party he just talked to Drew's brother and his friends and ignored her. She tried to catch his eye a few times and when their eyes did meet she felt a spark, but he looked away quickly. It upset her. She had hoped he had come for her, but obviously he was only there to keep James company. What an idiot I am, she thought, disgusted at herself for thinking otherwise. The music started and Matt, one of James' friends, asked Drew to dance. When it finished, before she could sit down another one of his friends whisked her into another dance. As she laughed through a few more dances, Drew wondered why she got along with all of her brother's friends except Lance. When the music finally ended, she looked around but couldn't see Lance. She felt disappointed. But why am I disappointed? she wondered as she went out for some fresh air. She walked to the far side of the yard where a blossom tree shadowed the garden swing that over looked the village. Exhausted, she slumped into the seat. The moon bounced off the emerald bracelet her father had bought her. It had been his way of acknowledging she had grown up. I wish Lance could see I'm grown up, she thought, unaware that the man she was thinking of was watching her from the shadows. Lance stared, astonished that this was Drew, James's little sister. The girl in front of him didn't resemble the skinny awkward girl he knew, this girl had long smooth legs, full red lips and the type of body that guys fantasise about. That he was fantasising about. I shouldn't feel this way about her its James's sister. Drew closed her eyes and sat, listening to the natural sounds of the garden. Peaceful, she thought. Some time had passed as she was listening and even though she felt the weight of someone sitting next to her she didn't open her eyes. She didn't know how but she knew it was Lance. She opened her eyes slowly and saw that he was looking at her passionately with those grey stormy eyes. She looked away, lost as to what to do or say. "I...thought you had gone," Drew finally said, in a small voice. "I didn't think you would have noticed, the way you were acting with the guys," he snapped. Lance was thinking about the way the other guys had held her and danced with her. Why should I care? I don't want her, do I? He thought. No! he answered himself angrily. I only came to...damn it, why did I come? James! He said it would be a good night -- that's why. "I was just dancing with them," Drew said, shocked. How dare he judge me, she thought furiously. "Yeah, right. Jess had his hand on your ass," Lance said angrily. "And I moved it," she countered hotly. "I don't even like him that way. I don't know why he did it," she said shuddering and still feeling shocked that he had done it. "Well, you're asking for it in that dress!" he said, his eyes raking over her from head to toe. "How dare you! The way you talk, you would think I'm dressing like those girls you date," she snapped and started to rise, her face flushed with anger. Lance grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Hold on," he said, sitting her down again. "I'm sorry, but you're just a kid. You should know that there are men out there that will take advantage of you. I'm just looking out for you," he said sincerely, feeling like an ass for what he had said. "Well, don't! In case you didn't notice, I turned sixteen today! Stop treating me like a child!" With that she got up and started walking back to the house. Lance grabbed her wrist again and turned her to face him. "You don't want me to treat you like a kid? Fine." Lance pulled her to him by the waist and kissed her hard. He was punishing and angry at first, then he became gentle. After a moment, Drew stopped resisting and started returning the kiss shyly. She had never been kissed before, but Lance showed her how. Drew felt Lance's hand on her waist start to travel up. His thumb was lightly stroking the underside of her breast; it made her breast feel heavy and tender. "Open," he said in a hoarse voice. She did what he asked and he slowly let his tongue slip in. She started to kiss him back the same way. After awhile, she became less restrained and they both were kissing like they couldn't get enough of each other. Her fingertips started to run up his back and she felt him shudder. His other hand started to travel up her leg and in between her thighs; he pulled back to rain kisses down her neck as his hand went higher. "Wait," Drew said breathlessly, then again a little more loudly. It got through to Lance and he pulled back to look at her. Stepping back and letting her go, he turned away, then without another word stalked away out of the garden. He had been accepted into University for business management, and Drew didn't see him again till the holidays a few years later. Even then they never spoke, and since they had never got on before, no one said anything. After graduating University he found a job with a small business, then left and started his own company. Now he made his success by buying rundown businesses and making them profitable again. He had bought the company she worked for two months ago. But over the last four weeks, she had been seeing him more and more, ever since the staff party. He had cornered her outside on the balcony. She had worn a strapless dress in a colour similar to the one from her sixteenth birthday, but longer. She had been watching the sun set when he had come to stand close behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, making her shiver. "Drew..." he started, but before he could say anything, a group of people came over and he slinked away. What was he going to say? Was he going to kiss me again? She wondered, remembering their first kiss. My imagination is just working overtime, she thought. I'm paranoid. He must've been working late. She mentally kicked herself. Of course it had just been a coincidence; everyone had been so busy with the new account they just landed and she was the new supervisor so... Her thoughts were cut off when the lift screeched sharply to a halt, making her wobble on her heels. If Lance's hand hadn't shot out and caught her by the waist she would have fallen over. When she looked up into his face, she saw his eyes were dark and full of passion. They were so close she could feel him growing hard against her. His eyes reflected the passion in hers. For a moment, she was back in the garden with his arm around her...then it went black. Elevator Ride Ch. 02 The lights were out. Drew couldn't see anything, but she could feel Lance's arms around her. She could hear his breathing, his heartbeat. Or is that mine? she wondered as the emergency light came on. Drew blinked and waited for her eyes to adjust. What had she done to piss off the fates that they would trap her in a lift with this man, who was now tightening his arms around her and leaning down? Uh-oh, she thought. Lance had wanted to apologise for that night for years, but whenever she was near, he became tongue-tied. He just wanted to take her into his arms and finish what they'd started at her sixteenth birthday party. She looked more beautiful every time he saw her; she had taken to wearing dresses and skirts after her sixteenth, constantly showing off her long legs. When he had managed to see her on holidays, she had avoided him. If he walked towards her those beautiful gold eyes would flash fire and then she would leave. She hadn't been home for the last two years, always having to work, or so her brother said. He wished he could have that night back just once, and instead of walking away he would take her in his arms and just hold her. At least then she wouldn't hate him. Lance stared down into her face, seeing both the girl he'd kissed so long ago, and the woman she'd turned into. At the company party he had wanted to talk to her while she was on the balcony. Her bare neck had been so very tempting. Before he could kiss her or even talk to her, however, more people had come outside. Now, here, he had her in his arms. No one would interrupt them and she couldn't walk away he thought as he bent his head and kissed her. He walked her so that her back was against the wall of the lift and slowly trailed his fingers from her hip, under her shirt to the underside of her breasts. He deepened the kiss a little, and then slowly cupped her breast in his hand, thumbing her nipple through her top. "You're not wearing a bra," he said in an astonished voice, looking down and seeing her nipples through her blouse. "No," she said in a husky voice, "I'm not." She was very glad that she had been running late that morning and forgot to put one on. She looked up at him, kissed his jaw. Framing his face with her hands, she kissed him with all the passion she possessed. He bent to catch her knee and drew her leg over his hip, which put her in direct contact with his rock hard member. She gasped at the feeling; she was still a virgin and had never gone further with guys than a couple of kisses and gropes. That gasp spurred him on, and he slid his hand from her breast to her collarbone, up her throat and into her hair, ravishing her mouth all the while. When he pulled back she was panting. Lance ground his hips against her, then started to lift her skirt to get better access to her hot centre. "Lance, I want..." she gasped, not sure what she wanted. She was just sure that she was going to explode. "I know," he panted, mistaking her confusion for passion. "I know what you want." He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. "I want it too." Letting her leg fall, he ran both hands up her thighs until he reached her underwear. Within seconds her panties were ripped and lying on the floor. He grabbed his wallet from his jacket to get a condom and threw his wallet and jacket behind him. He felt like a teenager and could barely wait. He slipped the condom on, grabbed her hips and lifted her. Instinctively Drew wrapped her legs around his waist, then he speared her with his length and she screamed. He pulled back to see her face; it was full of pain. Virgin, he thought dazedly, she was a virgin. He looked in her eyes, saw pain and amazement there, and started to pull out. Drew could feel his retreat and instinctively started to move her hips. She didn't want him to stop. "I don't want to hurt you," Lance said, trying to fight the instinct to surge inside her again. "You're not. It feels good now. Please, Lance," she said, grinding her hips again, and grabbing his head to bring his mouth back to hers. The feeling was much too good. Lance pulled out and thrust into her again, and then with her wrapped around him he lowered them both to the floor. When she was under him he started to move in and out of her slowly while she held on. She gasped in wonder; it made him want to touch her all over. He peeled her top off and over her head and lowered his mouth to her breast, sucking first one nipple then the other, blowing cool streams of air over them. When she shivered, he thrust into her again. "Lance... faster," she whispered. He pulled back and obeyed, moving his hips faster and feeling her contract around him. She held on to his waist, raising her head up to kiss his chest. He wound his arms around her back, changing the angle then she was screaming again, this time with pleasure. With one last push he grunted and held her until her breathing normalised. All the strength left his body and he collapsed on top of her. I just had sex with Lance, was her first thought as she lay under him. The second was, I need to get out of here. "That was amazing. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked, looking down at her. "No," she assured him, but averted her eyes. "Can you get up? You're kind of squishing me," she said. It was a lie; he felt wonderful. "Oh, yeah," he said. He got up, then tripped when his trousers bunched around his ankles. Smooth, he thought. As Lance got up and stumbled, Drew reached for her own clothes. She grabbed her shirt, chucked it on, then after looking at her ripped underwear, she grabbed them up and put them in her bag. She saw Lance had managed to put himself back together as well. Now I just need the lift to start, she thought and was relieved when the lights came on full and the lift started descending again. As soon as it hit the ground floor she dashed out, ran all the way to her car a street away and drove home. Lance was stunned as he watched her leave him. She obviously regretted it. I should leave, he thought. The company is doing well, I'm not needed here anymore, and the woman I love doesn't love me. Yes, he loved her. When he came inside her, he knew he only wanted Drew for the rest of his life. Without her, what was the point of staying or working? 3 months later Driving to her parents, Drew wondered why she was going home for the holidays. Lance might be there. She could ignore him like she had before, but now it was different. She felt different. Most nights she woke up breathing hard, dreaming of the night in the elevator. She could remember his kiss and how he felt inside. At first she started taking the stairs to avoid another encounter in the elevator. It was a few weeks before she took it again and everything came rushing back to her when she did. She saw herself backed against the wall, felt his hands on her; she took the elevator all the time after that. Drew was uncertain as she got closer to home. How will he act? Will he kiss me again? Try to have sex with me again? she wondered. A little thrill went through her at the thought. A week after the night on the elevator, Lance had sold his half of the company. He had handed over the reins to the new owners, and disappeared. It had surprised everyone, especially Drew. From what James had said, he had gone travelling and said he would keep in touch, but no-one knew if he would be there for Christmas. Seeing her house up ahead she turned into the driveway and unconsciously looked next door, half-hoping to see Lance. His car wasn't there. He wasn't coming home for Christmas, she thought sadly. When had she fallen in love with him? she wondered. In the elevator, on her sixteenth birthday, or when she had first seen him as a little boy? A tear ran down her cheek and dashing it away, she climbed out the car. Her parents came out to greet her and brought her inside. Her family had been busy getting pregnant or married. She knew of the weddings and babies but she just didn't realise till then she was the last single member of her family; even her playboy brother was married. Her mother took her aside after the introductions and told her that with so many people this year, her room was already occupied with her Aunt Lily. Drew didn't blame her mum, she had only phoned a day ago to say she was coming home, Still, it was her first time home in three years for Christmas, and she couldn't help feeling a bit put out that she couldn't stay in her own room. Her mother told her that Lance had said they could use his house for additional guests. After Lance's Gran died, he had inherited the house. Since he was often away, her parents kept an eye on it for him. Might as well, Lance isn't going to be there, she thought as she got her bag from her car and went next door. He had redecorated, she noticed. The paint no longer peeled and the kitchen was stainless steel. The bathroom had a Jacuzzi bath. Heaven, she thought, no longer angry that she had to stay here. They could have the one cramped bathroom, she thought with a smile. She yawned and realised the drive had taken a lot out of her. Grabbing her bag, she headed up the stairs to find a room. There were four bedrooms to choose from: Mrs Kindley's, Lance's and two spares. Without much thought she chose Lance's; he wasn't going to use it and she wanted to feel close to him. She missed him. Drew wondered why things had to be so twisted. They spent more time running away from each other than anything else. He had left after the kiss on her sixteenth. She had bolted after their encounter in the elevator. But so had he, she realised -- she had only gone home; he had left the country. He must have thought she was lacking. But he said you were amazing, a voice said. Yeah, but guys say that after sex, she thought in response. Thinking that this was a crappy way to spend Christmas Eve, Drew unpacked and found her night gown. It was green and made of silk and was her favourite. She firmly put all of the confusing, painful thoughts of Lance out of her head. She got ready for bed and then slid under the sheets and closed her eyes. Despite her promise to herself, she dreamed of Lance. He was stroking her thigh lightly, running his knuckles over her breasts, running his hand in her hair, tracing her lips with his finger. "Drew," he called. His voice sounded so real, she thought through the fog of sleep. As dreams went, this one wasn't half bad. "Drew." She opened her eyes and there was Lance leaning over her. Smiling up at him she reached out and stroked his chin. "You came," she said softly. Then bringing her face closer, kissed him and pulled him on top of her.