1 comments/ 23409 views/ 1 favorites Love In An Elevator By: Gunther Author's Note: I have enjoyed the feedback and I would love to hear from anyone who enjoys my stories. I write these in what I call "phone sex" voice, so that they can be read aloud to a favorite female partner. Enjoy and let me know if any readings lead to exciting times. ***** Your heart skipped a beat. It always does when you are alone with a man on an elevator – and today Is no exception. As I entered the intimate environment of the elevator, you could feel my eyes appraising your tight-fitting dress and plunging neckline. You could smell my husky cologne, and you could see by my gait that I am a man who is sure of myself. As I reach around you, and brush up against your arm, I push my floor button and I briefly pause to enjoy our closeness. As you feel my hot breathe on your neck, you sense that I am again staring at your lovely breasts, and your body goes flush with excitement as my looking lingers on. You can start to feel your nipples harden with excitement, and the tingling between your legs tells you that soon you will be wet with desire. I slowly straighten up behind you, and you again feel my eyes upon your body. As your pussy grows ever hotter, you can almost feel my eyes upon your shapely ass and your exposed legs. Your breathing grows shallower and faster, and you feel your pussy gush with pleasure as you hear a very faint comment from behind you. “...you are beautiful..” are the words, and they run through you like knife. You feel yourself overwhelmed by intense feelings of desire, and your body begins to ache with need and want. You are embarrassed by your need, for you are a married woman. And although you have fantasized about making love to someone else besides your husband, you have never been this close to giving in to your darkest desires. You take a few deep breaths, and you decide to stop this before the situation gets any farther. You tell yourself to calm down, and you try to find something to distract yourself from the fire that is burning between your legs. And that is when it happens. With a sudden jolt, the elevator comes to a jarring stop. Both you and I are thrown together – with me hugging your back and ass. The lights go dim, and only our quick breathing can be heard. After a few seconds, your senses return and you realize that my arms are rapped around your body – and you feel the distinct pressure on my hard cock against your ass. My hands are tight against your stiffened nipples, and again you feel my hot breath on your neck. At first you are shocked and appalled that you are being felt up by me – a perfect stranger. But that feeling is quickly replaced when your feel your face go flush and your pussy begins to throb. And as I recover my senses and my hands and body begin to retreat from you, your body begins to panic that the wonderful sensations will soon end. So, without really thinking about it, you grab my retreating hand, and you place it softly back on to your swelling breast. A soft moan escapes my lips, and the feeling of my caressing hand on your breast is wonderful. You feel me begin to grind my cock into your soft ass, and your body instinctively begins to respond back. You slowly sway your ass against my throbbing cock, and you reach back above your head and draw my face to your neck. And as you feel my hand snake into your blouse and pry under your bra to better caress your breasts, you feel my other hand begin to raise your skirt as I continue to ground against your hot ass. You are now completely taken over by the overwhelming need of your sex. Your pussy is completely wet with want, and your need for pleasure causes you to begin to unbutton your blouse. And soon your shirt is wide open, your bra is unhooked from the front, and my hungry hand is groping at your perfect mounds. By this time, your skirt is now up around your waist, and my hand is poised to enter the tops of your panties. I hesitate for a second – making you squirm with need of my touch, but with a quick move my hand finds its way into your slick, wet lips. And as I continue to massage your breasts and kiss your neck, you begin to hump my slick fingers – wanting to feel something penetrate your pleasure hole. But again, your need takes over, and you spin around to face me. You press on my chest to stop my advance, and you begin to caress my throbbing cock through my slacks. Thrilled at the size of the pleasure tool that is in your hand, you quickly unbuckle my pants, shove my boxers to my ankles, and swiftly engulf my hot and tasty cock deep into your mouth. You feel your mouth and lips go wide as my thick and throbbing tool works its way in and out of your hungry and talented mouth. You attack my cock with abandon – causing many groans to escape my lips and some hot seed to leak from my throbbing tool. And again, your need takes you over, for you look me in the eye as your lips are stretched wide with my girth, and you tell me in your most slutty way... “I need you to fuck me now. Bend me over and ram your big cock into me hard.” And with that, you feel my hand quickly lift your chin to my mouth. We share a deep and consuming kiss, and then I swiftly spin you around. I then roughly bend you over and grab the back of your hair. You grab onto the railing to steady yourself, and with my other hand I guide me slick cock to the entrance of your hot and steaming pussy. And with one quick thrust, you feel yourself explode with pleasure as my wide and throbbing cock enters deep into your body. You grip the railing hard – overwhelmed by the intense feeling of my wide cock as it begins to pump in and out of you. The effect is electric. You start to cum almost immediately, and your pussy begins to pulse to orgasmic pleasure as my big cock continues to drive in and out of you. With weak knees you try to meet my thrusts as you rock back against my penetrating organ. As your orgasm continues, you pleasure grows even greater as you feel my pace sharply quicken, and you know that soon my large cock will cum for you. And as I pull on your hair and begin to gyrate with uncontrollable spasms, you feel my cock begin to shoot load after sweet load of hot cum deep inside you. This triggers a more intense orgasm deep inside you, and as your pussy floods with my hot seed you are transported to a world of pure pleasure. For what seems like an eternity, you feel like you are floating in a warm sea of pleasure. It is not until the elevator starts up again that you come back to the world. And after a brief second to squeeze the last ounce of pleasure from our time, we quickly disengage and re-arrange our clothes. We are soon dressed – with your skirt and blouse put back into their place. And just as you coax your hair back into place, the elevator doors open. And much to your surprise, there is your husband. You quickly step off the elevator, and with a blushed face you walk toward your destination. You can see that your nipples are still erect, and you can feel my cum running down your thigh. But instead of being ashamed, you are again turned on by the situation. So, impulsively, you grab your husband’s hand and you drag him into a hallway closet. You begin to tell him what just happened, and to your great pleasure you see that he is very excited. You make love again in that closet – sharing your passions with your husband. Feeling his warm cock in your mouth, feeling his hot tongue inside your cum-drenched pussy, and you feel him add his own cum to my own. All in all, it was a nice elevator ride. Love in an Elevator I feel your hand suggestively brush the top of my ass as we board the elevator. Normally crowded, it's fairly late at night, and by chance, it's empty except for us. I shiver slightly in anticipation thinking of what to do when we finally get to our hotel room. Inwardly grinning, knowing you want the elevator's ascension as much as I do, I lean back, grinding my ass against you. As the doors close, I hear you groan and I chuckle, visions of nakedness dancing in my head. Your groan is a reprise when the elevator comes to a screeching halt between the third and fourth floors, but this time in frustration instead of arousal. I sigh loudly, and you slump against the side of the elevator, the antique-looking faded wallpaper crinkling slightly with your weight. Time appears to come to a standstill as we both think. I glance at you, you glance at me and eventually it becomes a tennis match of looks. "We're probably stuck here for awhile, might as well make the most of it," I muse, grinning suddenly, a plan brewing in the back of my head. You look up from the floor where your frame had collapsed in frustration, sitting on the floor, knees bent, slightly cramped in the tiny elevator. I smile and walk over, straddling you, my skirt rising, leaving the only layers of fabric between my pussy and your dick being your jeans and boxers and my thin pair of silk panties. I grin lightly, grinding down a bit. Your hands skim my waist and a moan clears your lips as I continue to move slowly over and over, repeating the motion of a slight rocking, feeling you grow harder and harder. "Damnit..." I hear you mutter, as you lean over and begin unbuttoning my shirt as I lick your neck. Not purposefully, in dressing for the game prior, I had dressed for the occasion. The black knee high zip-up boots I had purchased to go along with the short pleated denim miniskirt I had bought on a whim, combined with the turquoise tank top, black lace button down shirt and black braided hemp thick choker, it strangely fit the situation. You dressed in a suit, which turned me on even more as I slowly undid your tie, and you began to peel off my top, revealing the tank top, which was also discarded quickly, revealing a blue silk bra, which caused another groan to be emitted, and was quickly added to the growing pile of clothing in the corner, revealing my breasts, which you then dipped your head and began to lick and suck on, causing me to gasp suddenly, and your clothes to come off even faster. Both of us were completely topless when you suddenly let out a slight growl and began undressing me frantically. The heat between my legs elevated and you could feel my warmth against you and I began to get moist, my panties dampening. The noises became louder as we continued discarding clothes, eventually me left only in my panties and you in your boxers. You grabbed my ass almost primally possessive, leaning over and nipping my ear as I continued grinding against you. A low chuckle erupts from your lips as you realize where this one is going. I mutter something in French in your ear, your hand slipping in between my panties and my skin down to rub my clit as my hand reciprocates, sliding around your dick and beginning to stroke up and down a bit quicker. I moan, and eventually break away and lie on my back, almost begging for some type of relief. A smile breaks across your face as you pull off my panties, tossing them aside, and sliding your jacket underneath my pelvis as so I don't touch the cold elevator floor, and then you quickly ask me to bend my knees, gently nudging them apart, and dip your head beginning to lick my clit with slow even strokes, variating that with slightly darting your tongue inside, my moans growing louder and louder, as I whisper your name hoarsely, riding the wave all the way to the peak, where I grab your hair, pushing your head slightly down as you inwardly grin. I scream your name and OH GOD collapsing to the floor trembling slightly, with a sigh and heavy breathing following. The black jacket underneath me glistens slightly with my juices and you lean over kissing me deeply, and I taste myself on your lips. I chuckle and shove you down on the floor. I quickly lean over, taking your penis deeply in my mouth, feeling you stiffen even more and grow in my mouth. Licking just the top ever so gently, I work down, eventually reaching the bottom of the shaft, which I flick with my tongue. Licking back up, I then engulf you in my mouth, continuing this pattern until you feel about ready to burst. "Enough!" you cry and reverse our position, me on bottom. I smile, as if knowing what you are going to do. But instead you roll me over, and guide me onto my hands and knees, hands holding onto my waist. You lean over and whisper into my ear "ready to try something new?" and I feel your dick against my ass. I chuckle and motion for you to wait a bit, then dip my hand down to my pussy, rub some of my juice on your dick then nod. Slowly, with a rocking rhythmic motion, clasping my waist, one hand down at my pussy, stroking gently, you work it deep into my ass, my moans coming from both the naughtiness to me of what we are doing, to the sensations coursing between my backdoor and my clit, almost feeling like an electrical current passing between the two. You moan, feeling my muscles clench around you as I intentionally build up a rhythm, the tightness almost too much for you at first. Your thrusts become more rapid as we build up a steady rhythm and I loosen up a bit. "God, that feels good," you moan as I groan with my steadily growing orgasm. I sigh almost and mutter "Jesus Christ this is amazing.." as the electricity coursing through my pelvis grows, almost feeling like a fire within. My heat enflames you as you feel the sensations of my spasming ass on your dick and my pussy on your hand, and it finally overwhelmes both of us as you come hard, almost screaming in pleasure, and my crashing orgasm results in an abundance of juice almost coating your hand. Crashing down to the floor in a heap, we both smile at each other, and scramble for our clothes, just as the elevator screams back to life. Love in an Elevator She knew that she was getting worse, what had started out, as a quick bit of innocent fun, was fast becoming an obsession, a dangerous obsession at that. Just a couple of months ago, it had all started, innocently enough, the office Christmas party, the little black number that was only taken out once a year, the drink, the inevitable advances that too much drink brought on. This year, she found herself being attracted to one of the new juniors; there was something about his quirky grin that always hinted that he knew more than he was letting on. They had ended up chatting, giving each other the once over, and she was way too flattered by his obvious intentions, after all she was a senior partner at the firm. The chat had soon turned to snogging, her hands grabbing his firm ass, giving it a drunken squeeze, his hands were pulling her close, one on the back of her head, holding her there, the other stroked her back, clutching her ass. They quietly slipped away, looking for an open office; she could see the lust reflected in his eyes. There were no open offices, not that weren?t already being used anyway, so they headed back to his place, at least that was the plan. When the elevator arrived, his grin widened, and he leant in close to her and whispered in her ear. She knew that what she was going to do was a sin, but the thought of returning home, unfulfilled to her staid husband was too much for her. The drink had lowered her inhibitions, and she couldn't wait for the doors to close, hiding them from prying eyes. Well hiding was a misnomer, since it was new building, it followed all the new trends, so the elevator was mounted on the outside of the building, three of the elevator walls were glass, the other side was mirrored, casting reflections of the other buildings nearby. As soon as the doors closed, she hitched up her dress, revealing her long legs, emphasised by her heels. He was busy fumbling with his flies, eagerly freeing his rampant member. She leant back against the wall, her legs opened invitingly. He needed no further invitation, and with a quick, almost practiced movement, he stood up tight against her, pressing his cock into her waiting pussy. It slipped in so easily, she was that eager. As he thrusted his hips hard against her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. Her hips rested on the handrail. She could see herself in the mirror, watching herself, watching his ass as it tightened as he thrust. Her arms were around his shoulders pulling him tighter against herself. She could still see herself, from the corner of her eye, as she kissed and nibbled at his neck, matching his every movement. He was thrusting, pounding, his cock was doing delicious things to her, and she loved the look of his backside as he screwed her. His hips were pressing right on her clit, exciting her further, and she felt herself starting to cum, he could sense it too, and he started to thrust harder, if at all possible, lifting her, sliding her up and down the glass wall. In the mirror she caught sight of another similar elevator on the next building over, this one filled with partygoers. They were all staring intently, watching her getting fucked, talking, pointing at the pair of them. This sent an electric jolt through her, hastening her orgasm. She cried out in abandon as he filled her with his hot, scalding cum, her orgasm matching his in its intensity. After that night, she found that every time she got into the lift, her thoughts lingered on the events of that night, how being watched had turned her on so much, something that had stirred long lost feelings. Her husband had used to make love to her in the summer hay, but as the years had passed, he'd become more and more staid. So much so that their lovemaking was little more than perfunctory. The desire for being seen, or more exactly, the possibility of being seen grew within her, unfolding like a dormant beast. She had tried to awaken the same desires in her husband, but he was quite content with their life as it was. She had started by just fiddling with her blouse, adjusting it in the elevator mirror, letting her hands brush against her breasts, enjoying the feel of her flesh, causing her to catch her breath. As good as a few furtive squeezes were, they weren?t enough for her. She needed something more. Soon she had progressed to slipping her hand inside the blouse, her eager fingers toying with her nipples, rubbing squeezing, getting them hard and perky. The suit jacket covered the obvious signs as they poked through the blouse. Though she could only so this when the lift was empty, she knew that others, in the adjacent buildings could be watching. She then started to time her arrival for the busiest part of the morning, so that she?d be pressed in tightly with al her co-workers. She tried to ensure that she faced the walls, allowing herself to be pressed against the cool glass. She could feel the wall sucking the heat from her, making her nipples stand proud. The knowledge that so many unaware people surrounded her turned her on more and more. Once out of the lift, she headed for the rest room, her throbbing pussy crying out for attention. Just a few quick rubs would get her off, giving her a glow that would last the rest of the morning. That palled in time, there was only so much fun to be had that way, and she found that she craved more and more stimulation, more than a few furtive squeezes could provide. She started cruising the Internet, late at night, looking for inspiration, for ideas, for knowledge. When she came across nipple clamps, she knew that she'd found what she'd been looking for. There were so many types, all of which looked interesting to her inexperienced eyes. She could hardly wait 'til they arrived, her elevator trips were filled with thoughts of the feel of the clamps, the hidden knowledge they'd bring. The first time, she almost chickened out, almost didn't go through with it, but as she stepped into the lift, the knowledge that they were in her handbag, waiting, was too much. With apologies, she got off, and rushed to the restroom. She opened her blouse, and removed her bra, stuffing it into her bag. She took the tweezer clamps out, eyeing them, wondering what they'd feel like on. She'd waited, wanting to christen them in the elevator. No time like the present she thought, slipping a nipple between the padded ends. She hissed as she tightened them up, pinching her nipple, making it stand proud of her breast. Quickly, before she changed her mind again, she did the other one. The feel of the cool connecting chain as it lay against her midriff only slightly distracted her from the delicious pain. Buttoning up the blouse, the feel of the material as it rubbed against her sensitive nipples made her go weak in the knees. Upon entering the lift, she was rewarded when one of the others brushed past her, catching them slightly. She bit her lip, stifling the pain that flashed though her breasts. She couldn't wait for the lift to get to her floor. She could feel the increasing wetness between her thighs; the need to bring herself off was so getting to be too intense. She literally ran to the ladies, the chain bouncing between her nipples, so eager was she to cum. As good as this new thrill was she found that this wasn't enough, it was for a couple of weeks though, but it too palled, again the need for more grew within her. She switched to the gate style clamps, larger, heavier, and more obvious. She loved the way they pulled at her nipples, the way that they trapped the nipple, crushed it, and made them so sensitive. Just the feel of the blouse got her going, as it rubbed her tortured nipples. This combined with her the secret knowledge, got her so incredibly turned on.. She loved the tiny clank sounds they made when she was pressed against the glass, that little sound threatened each time to expose her darkest secrets. She would often catch sight of the other users looking around, wondering where it had came from. Her next almost inevitable step was the purchase of a vibrator, one described as a ladies secret pleasure, small and discreet enough to slip into her bag. She had started to use it to bring her off, the soft humming as she pressed it against her hard, throbbing clit gave her many great orgasms after she got of the lift. She noticed that when she buried it deep in her, the sound was almost inaudible, so her next progression was obvious. She started to wear it to work, held in place by the gusset of her knickers. The feel of it as she walked, filling her, reminding her of its presence gave her such a thrill, which was intensified when she got in the lift. She clearly remembers the first time she came in public, she had ended up being pressed against the back of one of the other users. She could feel his presence, so close to her, separated by just the thin material of their clothes. Her clamps were pressed into his back, making him shrug, as if trying to scratch an itch. His movements toyed with her nipples, sending shivers through her. The quiet hum of the vibrator was lost amongst the chatter. The sheer pressure of all these unknowing people around her caused her to start to tighten on the buzzing toy. The harder she gripped it with her pussy, the more the vibrations ran through her. Desperately stifling her cry, she surprised herself by making it, there and then! From that moment on, she was lost; lost to the craving, the need. The knowledge that she was getting off in secret whilst going about her daily business was too much a turn on for her to resist, not that she wanted to. Her latest gift to herself had finally arrived, one that she was both dreading and desiring so badly. Her Internet trawling had revealed to her what would probably be her downfall, but she just couldn't resist the idea of it. The day seemed to drag by; she was waiting?til the offices would be almost empty. She kept glancing at her bag, knowing full well what it contained. Eventually the office had emptied, and she was left alone, working late. Nervously, she made her way to the lift; her body was already so alive, every nerve tingling with anticipation. Her nipples had already been clamped, the continual rubbing of the blouse had turned her on so much, she was so ready for the elevator, and its promise of thrills to come. Once inside, she paused the lift, giving herself the time to get ready. Upon opening her bag, she looked longingly at her new toy. It was a large, lifelike dildo, complete with balls. What made this one so special, and ideally suited to her needs was the fact that at the base was a large suction cup. Nervously she wetted her lips, before letting her tongue lick the base. She pressed it against he glass wall, facing into the lift, opposite the mirrored doors. It jutted out obscenely, this big dildo. She bent over, and lifting her skirt, she pressed herself back onto it. It gripped against her pussy her at first, but the slick plastic got lubricated quickly enough to slip easily into her more than willing cunt. She found herself, almost absently, making a mental note to lubricate the dildo next time. She pressed back slightly harder, and was rewarded when she felt it opening her up, sliding into her, filling her, taking her. With a trembling hand, she reached up and started the lift off, letting it make its way towards to ground floor. She rocked herself to and fro on the big intruder, her hands gripping, squeezing her tender breasts. She was watching herself in the mirror, her face partially hidden by her hair, her face flushed with desire. She could feel the cold glass on her cheeks as she pressed back fully onto the toy, its balls pressing against her labia. This was what she was missing, she thought, all her earlier attempts were just leading her towards this moment. She could imagine how she looked to anyone watching from the other buildings, her ass pressed against the glass, her body bent over, her hands pawing, clawing at her breasts. She was so desperate; she could see the desire, the lust, reflected back at her from the mirrors. Not even trying to stifle her arousal, she found herself crying out, talking to herself, telling herself how much she loved the feel of cock in her. With a final scream, she found herself cumming, cumming hard, she could feel her juices sliding down her thighs, her pussy tightly gripping the plastic toy. She was surprised that she came as fast as she did, the elevator wasn't barely past half way, giving herself plenty of time to pack away. As she left the lift, a lift scented by her scent, she knew that she'd be back to use it again, and that she'd be taking longer and longer. Would this be finally enough to satisfy her, or would she be waiting 'til the doors opened, revealing her desires to all? Love in an Elevator Crazy fun. My girl and I are fascinated with the heightened awareness that comes with exploring our daring fantasies. The feeling is electric, an itch out of reach, like a tickle you can't avoid. Our fascination grew almost imperceptibly at first. Sneaking intimate caresses in a dark movie theatre. Making out in a public park. Not knowing if someone would see us. Would they be entertained by our actions? Would they indignantly express their disgust with our indiscretions? I think we became fully aware at a bar in Kansas City. I could feel the sexual tension between us in the bar. I wanted to take her right there in front of everyone. I was no longer interested in my Guinness or what was on ESPN. I was totally enamored with how she looked at me, the way she would cross her legs again and again, caressing her thigh with one hand and running her fingers up and down her glass with the other and how she pursed her lips after she licked them like she was hungry. I had enough. I threw some bills on the table and waved at our waitress as I led my girl out the door. With a sly smile she asked where we were going. I smirked and led her back to where we parked in the garage. I walked her right past my truck and up the stairs to the next level. I saw only a couple of cars on this level. Up to the next level and no cars. I led her over to the elevator and pressed her against the doors I felt like an animal. I was going to ravage her right there up against the elevator in an empty parking garage. I didn't care if anyone came by and I wasn't going to stop for anyone. She freed my cock from my jeans while I pulled her shirt up releasing her tits from her bra and sucking on her nipples. I pushed her down to her knees, on to the dirty concrete and she wrapped her lips around my cock. I pushed my cock as far as I could into her mouth till her head was pressed against the elevator doors. She had one hand at the base of my cock to prevent me from ramming her throat and the other hand was on my ass teasing me to push harder into her mouth. I was just about to come when I got a wicked idea. I pushed the down button on the door. She didn't see me do this as she much to busy in her attention to my cock. Once she heard the elevator in motion she looked up at me in alarm and made to get up. I pressed her into the doors. I held my cock in her mouth. I wasn't to going to let her get up. The doors opened and she nearly fell on her ass. As she fell into the elevator, she spun around searching the small room for the occupants she knew would be there. I was fast upon her, reaching for her. I wasn't going to let her recover. She turned back to me, smiling at me, like you got me. I knew she was about to make a smart comeback, but I turned her around and pressed her against the wall as the elevator doors closed. I attacked from all directions all at once. My left leg went between her legs forcing them slightly apart. My right hand went to work on her belt buckle and zipper. My left hand groped at her tits and tugged at her nipples. Using my forehead, I pressed the left side of her head against the wall and assaulted her ear with my mouth and tongue. Both of her hands gripped the elevator railing as she allowed herself to be taken by me. As I pushed her tight pants down to her knees, I stepped away and pulled her hips to me. She was now bent over, gripping the elevator railing as I plunged my cock to the balls into wet pussy. She yelled at my forceful entrance and I gripped her hips with both hands and long dicked her cunt. I was hitting her pussy so hard that her head kept hitting the wall despite her grip on the railing. Even though we were still on the third floor I couldn't imagine that anyone on the first floor approaching the elevator couldn't hear us. As much as I enjoyed long dicking my girl bent over in a dirty garage elevator with her pants around her knees, I wanted to finish this without us getting caught. I willed myself to cum. Just as I was about to cum, I spun her around and dropped her to her knees. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and with my other hand I ran my cock towards her mouth. She grabbed my ass with both hands and took my cock completely into her mouth. She milked every last drop of cum out of me while I made every effort to stand. Eventually I had to grab the elevator railing with one hand while keeping a fistful of her hair with the other. She sat down on her ass exhausted and spit out a mouthful of cum onto the elevator floor. She looked back up at me with an expression of exhilarated exhaustion. I helped her to her feet and we went to work on our clothes trying to become presentable. She clung to me as I walked her back to my truck. As we drove back to our hotel, we talked about our experience in the garage. We both loved it but she felt it was too dirty, too cheap. I thought maybe she regretted it and that perhaps I went too far, but then she stated that next time, (NEXT TIME!?), she wanted to do it in a luxury hotel elevator. How I love my girl. Love in an Elevator "Thirty seconds." Trevor pushed the elevator button. "Less if I'm not doing myself." Kelly snorted. "I don't know if you should be bragging about this, Trev..." "Why not?" "I'm just sayin'..." She shrugged, checking her purse for their press passes. She wasn't surprised by the turn in conversation. The sexual tension had stretched taut all night between the twin beds in the room they shared. Business, Kelly reminded herself, all night long. They were co-workers, nothing more. Never mind that Trevor had flirted and teased her mercilessly for years. Never mind that she'd wanted to take him up on his myriad of offer to take her out, and might have, except for the fact that he was out with a new girl every other week. Business, we're here on business. Trevor grinned. "Hey, I wonder if there's a world record..." "You want to make Guinness as the world's fastest ejaculator?" Kelly arched one blonde, finely plucked eyebrow and stabbed at the elevator button again. If they didn't hurry, they were going to be really late. "Why not?" He winked. "Everyone has to have their fifteen minutes of fame." "Thirty seconds of fame." She snorted. Then she smiled, a slow, sly spread of lips and teeth. "Thirty seconds, huh?" she mused, pressing the elevator button one more time, as if it would appear by magic. "Really?" "Less if I'm not doing myself." She gave him a steady look. "It seems...awfully fast." "It is." He nodded, and then shrugged. "But what's wrong with a quickie?" "Nothing...if both of you get something out of it." "Hey, I don't neglect my duties in that department." Trevor straightened his tie, checking his reflection in the elevator doors. God, he was vain. Not that he didn't have a right to be. Even in his suit, she could tell how firmly muscled he was. "Oh, come on!" Kelly exclaimed as the doors opened and several people got out. "There's no way these women are coming in thirty seconds!" "Shh!" Trevor hustled her into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. Kelly let him hang onto her elbow, smiling at the way his hand brushed against the side of her breast, as if she might not notice. She didn't know how much more she could take. If they were going to be together like this all day long... "They are, too!" Trevor insisted. "They are not," she scoffed. "They're faking it." He rolled his eyes. "I know the difference." "You do not." "Yes, I do!" "Okay." Kelly turned to face him, her eyes bright with daring. "Let's see if you can tell the difference." Trevor swallowed. "What?" "Come on." She pressed the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a jerking halt, the alarm buzzing. "We've got two minutes." "Are you serious?" His eyes widened. "You know you want to..." She turned, hiking her navy skirt up, revealing black panties and thigh highs. His eyes dipped between her legs. "Well...yeah...but..." "Two minutes is more than enough time, right?" Her fingers nudged her panties aside to reveal smooth, shaved lips. "That's what you said..." Trevor groaned softly. "Damn, Kelly..." "See if you can make me come in thirty seconds." She winked over her shoulder at him as her slippery fingers opened herself to him. Trevor unzipped his trousers. "Can I—?" His cock nudged her fingers. "Really?" She reached back, guiding him in. "Is this what you want?" "Oh fuck..." He pressed forward, grabbing her hips. "God, you feel good." She arched, grasping the rail. "So do you." Her hips danced, round and round. His fingers searched out her clit, rubbing fast. "Fifteen seconds..." Kelly murmured, glancing at her watch. Trevor thrust slower, groaning. "I knew I should have jerked off this morning..." "Close?" She squeezed his cock, teasing. "You?" He gasped, fingers circling her clit. "Getting there...rub faster." "Are you really?" he panted. "Or are you just saying that?" "Oh fuck...Trev...don't stop," she begged, biting her lip. "Damnit, Kelly, don't fuck with me!" "No, don't stop fucking me!" She rocked back. He shoved in deep, shuddering. "Gonna come!" "Thirty seconds!" she moaned, her pussy fluttering. "Damn...you weren't kidding..." "Did you come?" he asked, tucking and zipping. She grinned. "Couldn't you tell?" "Um..." "See, I told you." Kelly turned the emergency stop off. "Okay, so tell me." He watched her pull panties up, skirt down. "The truth." She winked at him, straightening one stocking. "I guess you'll have to do it again to be sure." Trevor's eyes brightened as the elevator doors slid open. "Maybe I just will." Love in an Elevator Friday night. It was late, and I was still at work. It was time to go home. I cleared off my desk, grabbed my coat, and left the office, locking the door behind me. I slipped out of my shoes on the way to the elevator, since I'd been in them all day, and my feet were tender. The tile floor felt cool as I walked to the elevator. I pushed the down button, and the elevator came up. I walked in, and pushed the button for the ground floor garage. Standing in the back of the car, I closed my eyes and sighed, thinking I'd be home soon, where a good dinner, a long t-shirt and a good movie were waiting for me. At the 30th floor, it stopped, and a young woman got on. I recognized her from the restaurant which was on that floor, and nodded to her. She nodded back, and pushed the button for the lobby. What a break, I thought. I've got her all to myself; maybe I should invite her to my house. I'd had feelings for her for some time, but she didn't know that. She looked tired from working all day, but still cute. She's about 30 years old, Latina, with juicy lips, big boobs, big hips, and long legs, just my kind of girl. Whenever I went to the restaurant for lunch, I made sure to sit in her section, just to watch her walk around. Those boobs just fascinated me. I'd never had the nerve to ask if she was seeing anyone, but I figured this was my chance, and I'd better take it while I had it. We chatted amiably as the elevator continued descending. At the 17th floor, the elevator jerked to a halt and stopped. We almost fell over, and looked at each other. We were stuck between the 17th and 16th floors. I reached over and pressed the lobby button, hoping it would start again, but it didn't. I grabbed the emergency phone, only to find it didn't work. I stared at it, then threw it down in disgust. I tried my cell phone, but the battery had gone dead. "Great," I said, "now we're stuck until someone realizes we're in here." The younger woman sat down and looked a little ashen. I looked at her, and said, "Are you ok? You don't look so good." She looked up at me with stricken eyes, and said, "I'm a little claustrophobic, and I'm trying not to freak out here." I was surprised to hear that from her; she always seemed like such a strong person to me. She sat there, breathing shallowly, and looked a little green, so I sat down next to her, and breathed with her. After a few moments, she looked better, and smiled at me. "Thanks for that," she said, "it was a big help." "You're welcome, but what do we do now?" I said. I looked around, and there wasn't much to see. I didn't have a book on me, so there was nothing to read. No music was playing, so there was nothing to sing along to. She said, "I don't know, but I guess we could just talk, until someone comes to check on the elevator." Time passed, and no one came to see about the elevator, or us. We chatted about anything and everything, in between pushing the alarm button. She introduced herself as Charlie, which was short for Charlotte, and asked about my job. I told her I was a corporate attorney, handling cases for big and small businesses. I asked about her job as the head waitress at the restaurant. She said, "It's hard work, but I love it. I get to meet really interesting people, and serve great food. I've noticed you coming in and sitting in my section, or near it." I blushed a little, and said, "I sit in your section because I like watching you move around. Your body fascinates me." I decided to keep my feelings about her to myself for a little while longer, but she was curious as to why I thought her body was so fascinating. I said, "Well, I've always been fascinated by the female form, but most especially breasts, even as a little girl. I used to go out with my mom when she went shopping, and I'd find the underwear section and just feel the bras. Silly, isn't it? I stopped when I looked up and saw this lady was watching me, as if I would steal one." She laughed. "How old were you?" "About 9-10 maybe. I hadn't even started developing yet." "No, I don't think that's silly," she said. "I like legs, myself. My mom had long legs, like mine, and I liked rubbing lotion on her legs and feet when I was little." She took off her shoes, and showed me her feet, with her painted toes, and smooth skin. We talked a little longer, then we began to get sleepy. We made ourselves comfortable on the floor as best we could, and I let her lay her head in my lap. I was really nervous, being this close to her, but I stroked her hair so she wouldn't notice. It was warm in the elevator, so we dozed off quickly. The last thing I remembered was the scent of her perfume, all citrus-y, yet musky at the same time. I woke up some time later, because I thought I felt something crawling on my leg. I opened one eye, and saw Charlie's left hand going up past my knee, and trailing one finger up under my skirt, and up my thigh. It tickled a little, and I thought about squirming away, but it also felt good too, so I let her continue. I was curious to see where she was going. She raised her head up, and looked to see if I was watching her. I was, but I made it look like I was still asleep. She sat up fully, and her hands began to massage my leg. I opened my eyes, and when she looked up at me again, she stopped, embarrassed at being caught. "Don't stop, that feels good," I said. She smiled, and continued. "I liked it when you were stroking my hair," she said, as she moved higher up my leg. My skirt rode up my thighs, and she noticed that I was wearing a red thong. I smiled at her, laid back and spread my legs wider. I remembered our sex talk, and she did too. I was really nervous, and I guess she noticed, because she said, "Are you ok with me touching your leg?" I nodded and said, "It's ok, I like the way it feels. It tickles a little, too." She removed her sweater, since it was getting warmer in the elevator. I had taken off my jacket before we went to sleep, and she noticed that my nipples were hard against my blouse. She sat back, admiring the blouse, and asked where I'd gotten it. I mentioned a particular store, and she said she was familiar with it, but could never afford anything there. She asked what color underwear I had on, and I opened the blouse to reveal the lacy red bra that matched the thong. Her eyes rounded, as my breasts were straining against the bra, begging to be released. She reached up and pushed off the blouse, then reached behind me and unhooked the strap. My breasts bounced out into her waiting hands. She squeezed my breasts gently, emitting a low moan from me. She lowered her head and took a nipple into her mouth, sucking hungrily. I threw my head back, and relaxed against the wood paneling. I watched her nurse from me for a few minutes, and enjoyed the feeling of a mouth and hands loving me. I could feel my pussy getting wet, and wanted to touch myself, but she was in the way, and I couldn't reach it. She sensed what I wanted, because she slid her hand under my skirt, spread my legs open, moved the thong out of the way, and pushed one finger into my sopping pussy. Her thumb bumped up against my clit, and I jumped, but she held on. She rubbed my clit with said thumb, making me want to cum so badly. All I could think of was the feeling of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm me, and it felt really good! I could feel myself ready to explode, and when I did, the feeling of euphoria afterwards was indescribable. She came up and kissed me slowly. I held my hands up to her face, and kissed her back. She lowered her kisses to my neck, back to my breasts, then slid lower, to my waiting pussy. Her lips and tongue slowly moved over my throbbing clit and inner lips, licking me clean, and making me cum all over again. I didn't think my legs could spread any further apart than they already were, but I tried. Her lips were so soft, like butterfly wings. My next orgasm was as astronom-ical as the first, and I wanted to scream. I actually took a few seconds to think about screaming, knowing that it might bring someone to help us out of this elevator, but then again, I'd be found in a compromising position that I wasn't sure I wanted to be found in. In the end, I managed to tell her that I wanted her to stop, even though it felt really good. She did stop, but asked, "Why? I thought you were enjoying this. I sure am." I explained my dilemma to her, and added, "I am enjoying this very much, and I want to continue, just not here. We can continue at my house, if we ever get out of here." At that moment, the elevator jerked and started up again. We both jumped up, and dressed hurriedly. By the time the elevator reached the lobby, we were composed and fully dressed. She checked her watch, and realized she had long ago missed the last bus home, so I offered to drive her anywhere she wanted to go. We decided to take the stairs one floor lower to reach the garage, and we walked to my car. She was impressed with the make and model of my car, and especially the back seat, which was pretty wide. I saw the smile on her face, and I knew we would be continuing what we started in the elevator, real soon. Love in an Elevator Matt stood in the elevator, the polyester Doorman's jacket scratching at his neck. Heading down to the front desk of the high-rise apartment building, he watched the numbers crawl to a stop on 43.... The door swung open and a beautiful brunette walked in. It took everything Matt had to not stare openly, and he looked down at the carpet as the doors swung shut. Her feet stood in 3" heels and his eyes were drawn up her legs by the seam on the back of her stockings. The stockings ended just below the hem of her short skirt: a skirt wrapped tightly around the most perfect heart-shaped ass. Her short jacket allowed tanned flesh to show above the skirt, and as his eyes reached the back of her head, he noticed her staring at him in the reflection of the doors.... "Well?" she demanded. "Get a good look? Like what you see?" As Matt started to open his mouth, she reached forward and pressed 38, the next floor....then 37, 36, 35....her fingers lighting every floor left before the lobby. "That should give us some time.....let's see what you got, stud...." Matt reached around her slim body and slid his hands inside her jacket, cupping her breasts with his hands. He began to trail kisses down her neck and she leaned her head to allow him greater access. He could feel her nipples swell and harden through the thin fabric of her blouse. His hands raised the shirt, and he could see her lovely breasts in the reflection. Her hand reached around behind her and began to rub the front of his pants. The doors swung open and shut again, no one witnessing the scene. "Only 35 more to go, big boy....gonna get started soon?" Matt's hands released her firm tits and slid down to her skirt. Sliding the tight material above her hips, he slid one hand down her ass and between her legs. His eyes met hers in the mirrored door and a wicked grin formed on her face as his hand found no panties, just warm, wet pussy. His other hand moved quickly to unbutton his jacket and free his cock from his pants. Her hand, still on his pants, slowly wrapped around the end of his erect shaft. "Oh, nice tool, Mr. Handyman. Know how to use it?" As the door slid open and shut again at the 31st floor, he pulled her hips to him and slid his dick between her legs. "I am not the building handyman," he corrected, a little haughty. He reached around her and moved his fingers down to her pussy, spreading the moist lips. "I am the Building Concierge. It is my job to service the needs of our residents." He punctuated the statement by sliding his cock up and into her inviting cunny. Her face showed a mixture of surprise and pleasure as he began to pump her from behind. She leaned forward, hands on the elevator wall, steadying herself against the motion and allowing him greater access to her box. He could see her breasts swaying inside the short jacket as he began to pound her in earnest. He admired her firm breasts as the door slid open and shut again....25. A low moan escaped her red lips as he continued to work his cock inside her. Hands planted firmly, her feet began to spread further apart, allowing him even deeper reach inside her. His motions became rhythmic, pumping steadily and determinedly. The floor indicator stopped on 16 and the slid open again. A movement caught Matt's attention as he looked out the door. Coming up the hallway, was old Mrs. Penniman, leading her Yorkie, Bosco, along on his leash. Matt turned his face away to the elevator wall. Still pumping backwards onto his hard dick, the woman waved a small wave out the door. "Hey, Bosco. Time for walkies?" The older woman gasped audibly and snatched up the dog, shielding his eyes as the door slid shut again. The woman giggled as Matt pressed on. "Poor Bosco....Mrs. Penniman smothers him so." "That was a little mean," Matt chided, pounding her harder. Her breathing quickened with his pace. Small beads of perspiration trickled down her neck and between her breasts. She moaned deeply as his cock began to drive even deeper inside of her. She felt the fluttering that signaled an impeding climax as the doors opened and closed on the 9th floor. Her knees wobbled momentarily and Matt wrapped an arm around her waist to support her. He too felt the pressure of orgasm swell within him, and he began to thrust harder and faster. As the doors opened on the 4th floor, the quiet hallway was filled with her high whimpering moans as her orgasm swept over her. His followed quickly, as his seed mingled with her juices within her sopping pussy. The doors opened on the 2nd floor as they were both straightening their clothes. As the door opened in the Lobby, the woman turned and pecked Matt on the cheek. "Thank you, Mr. Concierge," she purred. "I hope you can service my needs again soon." She turned and walked away through the Lobby, turning the corner towards the Exit. Matt unbuttoned the jacket and pulled it off. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. He threw the jacket over his arm and walked to the Front Desk in the Lobby. The desk clerk looked up and smiled. "Evening Mr. B, everything OK?" "Sure, Jeff. Just wanted to return your jacket. The costume party was a hit...got second place." He pulled a $20 bill from his shirt pocket and placed it next to the jacket on the desk. "Thanks for the loan." "Anytime, Mr. B. Just saw the missus heading out front; clubbing tonight? Jack should have you a cab by now." "Thanks again, Jeff" Matt said, over his shoulder, exiting the glass doors and joining the brunette as she entered a cab. Jeff took the jacket and the money from the desk and returned his attention to the security monitor: Mrs. Penniman and Bosco, riding the elevator down for walkies.... "No, thank YOU, Mr. B."