0 comments/ 12793 views/ 2 favorites The Elevator By: hisbabydoll This guy at work had been flirting with me for some time. Every time he could find a reason to come into my area, he would. He wasn't pushy, just real nice. He would stop by in the morning to see how I was doing and if I needed anything. Then about 11, he would stop by or call. He would do this several times in the afternoon too. After a short time, he asked me to lunch. After the first week we were together most every day for lunch. Sometimes we'd eat in the building and sometime outside if it was pleasant weather. We talked about a lot of different things during those lunches getting to know each other. The air always seemed to be electrified when he was near. One morning, after about a month of lunches, he stopped by to chat and just as he was leaving, he said, "If you're free for lunch at 12:30, there's something I'd like to show you." I thought about it for about a second and replied, "Sound great. Will we leave the mall?" He told me that we wouldn’t. We agreed to meet in the atrium at 12:30. I was on pins and needles from that moment on. I couldn't help thinking that something was very different in the look on his face. Finally 12:30 came and I bolted out of the department. As I rounded the corner that opened into the atrium I slowed down to a casual stroll. Partly to appear less nervous and partly so that I could look for him. I saw him sitting at a table with his back to me so I walked quietly up to him. "Hi there," I said. He turned and looked into my eyes for a long moment before he said hello. As he looked at me he stood up and then didn't move. My stomach did a little flip-flop. I wondered to myself what could be going on. "Let's walk a little", he said. We walked down the mall admiring the newly hung spring decorations and new plants that had been brought in. We passed through the atrium a couple of times and each time he would look up at the trees near the elevator. I finally asked him what he wanted to show me. "You’ll see, come on," he said as he walked toward the elevator. We got on the glassed elevator and took it to the third floor--to the top of the atrium. I looked around as we were going up. It was beautiful with all the lights and flowers and trees...almost like a park. As the elevator stopped, he put his hand on the small of my back and said, "come on, this way" and guided me out of the elevator. "What's up here," I wondered. Nothing but a bank and an exit to the parking deck. He guided me towards the exit and I stopped, looked at the exit and said, "I thought you said that we wouldn’t be leaving the mall." I was getting a little nervous. "We aren't, come on" and he guided me on toward the exit but stopped at a hallway and turned left. I saw more elevators. He pushed the "up" button and the doors slid silently open. I was puzzled when he guided me inside--still with his hand at the small of my back. This felt good though, I felt safe and protected with his hand at my back. On the panel inside he pushed the top floor and the doors slid shut. We rose about two floors when suddenly three sides became glass. We could see the city! Up, up, we rose until we reached the top floor. Before the doors could open he reached out and pressed the stop button, then did something else that I later learned prevented the elevator from being called into use. He stood next to me, our arms barely touching as we looked out upon the city. Neither spoke, but he put his hand to the small of my back again. This time, I leaned toward him. As I rested my cheek against his chest, he spoke. "You know, this is really nice," and he turned toward me, "but this, is nicer" and he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I leaned into the kiss as he deepened it. Our tongues twined and danced. He nibbled the edges of my lips and then kissed me more. The effect was overwhelming. In all my life, I'd never felt so complete yet incomplete. His hands stroked my back and one ventured to my ass. He pulled his mouth away and looked at me intently for a moment and said, "If this is not what you want say so now because there'll be no turning back soon." I smiled and kissed him. That was the “Ok” he was waiting for. We kissed for a long time, which got me so hot I began to squirm. His hands went from my back to my sides, stroking my waist and rib cage. As his hands moved up to the sides of my breasts, I raised my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders and neck. I began lightly biting and licking his lower lip. As I leaned back against the wall, he placed his foot between mine. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing against me. We broke our kiss as he began massaging my breasts, paying a lot of attention to my sensitive nipples. In a moment, he had my blouse opened and had discovered my front-closing bra. He made quick work of that and began kissing and licking my breasts. Sucking one nipple into his mouth, he began biting lightly from the areola outward, to the tip of my nipple. At the same time he was rolling the other nipple between his thumb and finger, flicking the tip with his fingertip. He moved from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling each one. I thought I'd go mad! It felt sooo good. Soon he lowered himself to his knees and looked up at me with a question in his eyes. In answer, I put one hand on his head and with the other moved the front of my wrap skirt aside. He pulled my panties down and I stepped out of them. I spread my legs a little and he ran his finger along the edge of my slit, discovering that the lips were very swollen and I was dripping with desire. With one hand he stroked my inner thigh then played with the top of my stockings before sliding his hand down and behind my lower thigh. Raising my leg, he put it on his shoulder as he and bent forward and licked my clit. I threw my head back against the wall and with both hands, grabbed the rail that ran around the inside of the elevator. Licking up and down, he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue while massaging my ass with both hands. As I moaned with pleasure, he brought one hand forward and inserted first one then another finger in my pussy. As his fingers hammered into me, he teased and sucked my clit until I thought I would go insane. My hands moved to his head as they gripped handfuls of his hair. I tried not to pull too hard but I may have. He looked up at me and smiled and I pulled him to his feet. On his way up he unfastened his belt and I reached to help him unzip. Sliding my hands into the waistband, I pushed his pants down and they fell to his ankles. His hand was resting on my hip and he slowly slid it down my thigh and to the back while at the same time lifting my leg to his waist. I could feel his cock, hard as steel, as it rubbed against my inner thigh and then against the lips of my pussy. I shrugged my hips forward a little and the head slipped into the perfect position. He pushed a little and I felt the head slide inside me. We were still for a moment, savoring the feeling then he withdrew almost completely before plunging deep into my pussy. He drove into me hard and fast. Soon, I felt my orgasm coming on me fast and I felt his cock swell and knew that he was close too. I gripped his cock tightly with my muscles then released the grip and quickly squeezed again. I did this several times quickly and he grabbed my ass and pulled me, hard, to him. As I felt his cock explode inside my pussy, I felt my own orgasm take me. Things went dark for a couple of seconds but I could still feel his strong grip on me. The next thing I knew, he was smiling down into my face, still holding my leg at his waist. "Are you ok?" he asked. I nodded and smiled. We stood there for a few moments holding each other. It was like being in a cocoon--just the two of us in our own little world. As is usual, the real world intruded and we realized that we were probably late getting back to the store. We dressed quickly and he started the elevator as I checked my makeup and reapplied my lipstick. He watched as I did and told me that he thought it was very sexy when a woman applied lipstick, and that he often imagined that it was his cock instead of the lipstick. As we left the elevator, he reached over and held my hand and we walked back to the store to finish our day. The Elevator He dropped his suitcase at the lobby desk. His patience was wearing thin and it had been a long day. Only one clerk was helping with check-ins right at the moment. She was good, but the lady ahead of him was driving him nuts. Changing a room, wanting one facing the rear street, god, what did she want? Higher floor, even. What in the devil was she doing? His flight had been delayed, he was hungry and he needed a nap. Damn! What was taking her so long? She turned, smiled at him. His heart stopped. “I’m so sorry for taking so much time.” Her voice was deep, so soft, with the slightest southern accent. “I have been trying so hard to get just the right room and it is just so very important to me. Normally I don’t do this, but this trip I’ll have what I want.” He was mesmerized. She was lovely and made him forget his frustration for a moment. “I… It’s quite all right, ma’am. I hope you found what you wanted.” “Oh, I have,” she replied, smiling again. She turned and walked to the elevator. He stared after her for a moment and finally turned back to the clerk. Fortunately, his room was ready and the rest went smoothly. A quick payment, a key card and he was off to the elevator, just as she stepped in and pressed the button for her floor. He watched the elevator car rise as she faced outward, staring through the clear glass at him, giving him a small wave. As he watched, she moved a leg close to the glass, and he could see the skin, soft, white and very appealing. As she rose, he could see more and more of her, past the knee, past her thigh until…. He stopped himself. This was not quite polite. These elevators were made to order for every voyeur’s dreams. The car rode to the 20th floor and stopped. He waited, but no other cars came down. Finally, the one she had ridden dropped back to him, empty but still carrying her smell, soft, raspberry, a hint of pleasantry that he drank in as he, in turn, rode to the 20th floor. He carried his bag to his room and entered, alone and solitary. He thought of her as he opened his bag, stripped himself for a welcome shower and found that he was semi-hard. Her smell lingered with him. Ah. The shower refreshed him. So much better now that the plane ride was a memory, washed down the drain. He emerged, dry, and lay on the bed. The week’s frustrations melted away and he lay quietly for a few moments, the southern lady still on his mind, but thoughts of food slowly taking over. He pulled the room service menu to him, looked it over. It was wonderful and appealing, with so much to offer, only the best foods. He dialed and placed an order, thinking that he’d enjoy supper and a pleasant, although lonely evening. As he finished and lay back again, a thump sounded behind him, against the wall. He started, heard another. A yell. Another thump. Concerned, he listened carefully but the sounds were muffled. Opening his side of the opening to the next room, he pressed an ear against the inside door and heard a woman’s voice, angry and swearing. Another thud and, wondering if he should, he tapped lightly on the door. Silence. Another tap. Not a sound. He turned to close the door when the other side flew open. “WHAT!” There she was, the lady at the counter. The same raspberry smell, now mixed with fury. Her dark eyes glared at him, her curled hair stood out. He was forced back by the absolute anger she showed. Then she softened and smiled, just a bit. “You, um, were dressing?” she asked. He glanced down. Oh, god. Clothes. “Woops. Uh, one moment.” Quickly, he closed the door, ran to the bathroom to grab a robe. Back to the door again. He opened it and she was still there. “So sorry. I forgot myself for a moment. Are you all right?” Her eyes steeled again. She glared at him. “MEN!” She said. “That son of a bitch stood me up!” Her voice was angry and the accent was slightly stronger now. “A fucking holiday. That’s all I wanted. A pleasant night or two and then he could go back to his stupid work. I asked him months ago, flew into town for one god damned weekend and now, NOTHING.” Turning, she sobbed. He reddened, wondered what to do. “I’m so sorry. I don’t quite know what to say.” A pause. He was tired, but suddenly aroused. He looked at her as she stood. Lovely, soft, creamy skin showed from her neck to her bared shoulders and her low cut dress. He watched her shake and wanted to say something more, but couldn’t quite think, excited by her and well aware of his own lack of clothing. “Um, I was just settling down for the evening, but wonder. Would you care for dinner? Perhaps we could go to the restaurant for a bite. If you’d like. Perhaps?” She straightened slightly, looked in front of her. “Perhaps, although you might try dressing a little more appropriately. Yes, I think that would be nice.” He began to close the door. “Wait,” she said, turning toward him. “Do you mind if I talk while you dress? I am so angry and really need the chance.” “Certainly,” he smiled, “I’ll just grab a few things and go into the bathroom to change.” “Please leave the door open. I don’t often shout.” He rummaged through his suitcase, finding a pair of pants and a dress shirt. He looked at her again. A lovely figure, filled out in the right places, the dress tight and obviously formal, short and very sexy. Very appealing. He smiled, red-faced but charmed and captivated. She caught him staring and smiled again. “You are a man, aren’t you?” He turned a deeper crimson, turned quickly and went to the bathroom. “I came to this damned city because of a damned man,” she began, “We met online, and I liked him. A wonderful, sexy evening or two. It’s all I wanted.” She sniffled. He continued to dress, trying to concentrate. “He made the reservation, planned the whole thing, or so I thought, and even freed up his so-called busy schedule in order to be with me. I was so excited. No, it wasn’t love. Just a little bit of fun. Something for us to enjoy. And now that son-of-a-bitch has had second thoughts. NOW. After I’m already here. He’s claiming urgent work. And I get to sit here in the hotel and wait for him to finish.” “Maybe he really does have work, or he wound up getting saddled with an emergency,” he replied. “Sometimes these things happen, you know.” “Look at me! Do you think that work can possibly be all THAT important?” she answered, furious again. “Um, not in my opinion. I’d leave just about anything at all to spend some time with you.” Silence from the other side of the wall. Then a sniff. “Thank you, sir,” she said softly. He could hear a smile in her voice as she said it. Finally, he was finished. Jacket and tie were in place and he walked out of the bathroom. “Uh, oh,” he thought out loud. “I just ordered room service. Please let me cancel it and then we’ll go.” He dialed and reached the kitchen, cancelled. Fortunately, nothing had been started. Ah, thank goodness for slow deliveries. He offered her his arm and they left the room, walking down to the elevator. She watched the car rise and smiled wistfully. “Another wish not fulfilled,” she sighed. “And what was that?” he asked. “Oh, nothing. A little fantasy that I had. Perhaps I’ll explain sometime.” They waited until the car arrived and entered, standing with a few others, looking out over the lobby. The glass went from floor to ceiling, providing a complete view of the domed glass lobby below. It slid down the outside of the building from the 4th to the 20th floors and riders could look over the whole city from there. The bay reflected sunlight beyond a few of the taller buildings. As they rode, looking out over the city, a couple held each other near the railing. The lady whispered, “Wouldn’t it be just delicious to make love right here?” The two giggled and hugged each other even tighter. Overhearing this, she reddened, flushing down her neck and over her shoulders. He watched her, said nothing. But he was curious. She seemed excited, even inflamed by the comments the other couple made. She’d mentioned meeting a man and a ride on an elevator. His mind wandered. He watched her again, smelled her wonderful perfume and was warmed. The ride continued, quietly, all passengers lost in their thoughts, looking out over the city. The lights in nearby buildings began to glow against the setting sun. Finally, they dropped through the domed opening and into the lobby, where the elevator came to its final stop. They stepped out as the door opened, made their way to the restaurant. They chatted as the wine and dinner was brought to them. He was fascinated by her. Such a pretty lady, well-educated, so charming. He loved the sound of her husky voice and simple, southern expressions as she talked. She seemed so innocent, at times reserved, and yet he saw also that she was sexual, even randy. She was pretty, too. She was slightly heavier than slim, but carried herself well and he knew that she would be soft to his touch, but incredibly energetic. She sat upright, moved so lightly and yet he couldn’t help but think that the man who had stood her up had made a huge mistake. Oh, what he was missing in not being there with this lovely lady. Their talk turned to their lives at home. She told him of her former marriage and her incredibly straight, almost mechanical sex life. She told him about the split, an unhappy one, and the fact that she had spent so very much time on the internet since then, looking for something (she didn’t know what) until she’d discovered the chat rooms. She shared online sex with a few men at first but realized early on that these lonely little interludes simply wouldn’t do. After a time, she resolved to try something more real. She’d met her ‘friend’ and they had explored their desires. She described the wonderful way that two people could share so much without actually being together. They couldn’t get enough of each other and decided to meet. She agreed to meet the man. Here. At the hotel. And then this. This Idiot. She huffed, obviously still angry, but at least feeling better. He was thrilled that she had decided to share this evening with him. She paused in her conversation, took a sip of wine and smiled wickedly at him. Her eyes sparkled. “I spend most of my time at home without a stitch of clothing on. I hate clothes.” His voice caught. He grinned foolishly, thinking of her that way. Wanting to touch her and imagining how she would feel. She continued to watch him. “Having a little trouble concentrating?” she asked. “I’m a terrible tease, you know.” He could only nod in reply. Finally, dinner was finished. They talked over a final glass of sweet wine, enjoying the time and each other’s company. The check came and she grabbed it quickly. “I’ll let that jerk pay for this dinner. Just to let him know what a fool he’s been. Teach him to leave a lady waiting.” The elevator awaited them as they went back to the lobby. He sighed, not wanting to let the evening go, knowing that it would. As they entered, she brushed against him, then stood very close, both of them against the rail. Each little touch left a lingering, almost electric sensation and he turned slightly to her as the car started its return trip to the top floor. Slowly, it left the lobby behind, rising above the dome. Turning toward him, she spoke shyly. “My fantasy….” “Yes?” “What I mentioned on the way down. My fantasy was to make love in an elevator just like this.” She giggled. He leaned toward her and smelled her hair. The evening, the talk, her nearness. City lights cast a soft glow on the car, on them. He could not help but kiss her. She returned it, threw her arms around his neck. “This will be the night,” she murmured. The car continued to rise, slowly. Time stopped. He kissed her neck, down her shoulders, quickly unzipping her dress as he did, his hands playing along her back, down her smooth skin, over her spine. She grabbed him now, held him tight. They continued to kiss, finding warmth and wetness in each other’s mouth, drawing ever closer and tighter. His hand cupped her ass and she felt his hardness between her thighs. Reaching down, she unzipped him, pulled him free. She leaned against the railing and he entered her, never breaking the kiss. She was incredibly wet and her legs tightened, drawing him inside. He held her, pressing against her, feeling her breasts against his chest as they moved together. Slowly at first, then more quickly, he began to thrust into her, feeling her push back, matching his rhythm, rising and falling with him. She tightened her legs around him, drawing him even deeper. “Oh, god! Oh…. Harder. I want to feel you all the way inside.” She pushed onto him, rocking hard, her nails digging into his back as she bit his neck, moaning louder and louder. “Deeper! Faster! I want to feel you fill me. Oh, lover.” Her body shuddered, her back arched. She cried out and her legs tightened around him. He lost control. Suddenly, he was filled, held deep inside her as he felt her muscles contract pull him even further in. He began to thrust, moaning hard, spasms beginning at the base of his cock, and then began to fill her. Over and over he spurted into her, groaning and moving without control. “Oh, god,” they cried together, almost shouting now. They both stiffened now, timeless, just at the height. Then, slowly relaxing, he kissed her again. “That was it. That was the one.” A soft sigh escaped her. “You’re the one, sugar.” She smiled at him. He couldn’t help but snicker. He looked at her, hoping she saw the humor. Their eyes met and began to laugh together, realizing that they were nearing the top floor. Quickly, pulling his pants back up, he tried desperately to zip her dress again. They both shook with loud guffaws now, trying desperately to hold each other up. The elevator stopped suddenly, and the door quietly snicked open. The couple that had shared the ride down with them was standing at the door. He looked at the pair through tear-filled eyes and shook even more. “The ride up is worth the wait,” he choked out, then exploded again. Turning to her, he held his arm out, she straightened up and, with one shoe in her hand, the other on her foot, she limped out, his arm tightly around her. The waiting couple looked at them, at each other and then slowly walked back to their room. He opened his own door and they both rushed in. Clothing came off, leaving a trail across the floor as they ran to the bed, finally falling in, still laughing, giddy from the ride. He turned to her, then, and kissed her. Slowly, they quieted and he rolled to her, began kissing his way down her body. Over her creamy skin, he went, moving up and down each side, enjoying her breasts, watching her nipples harden as her chest rose and fell. He raised himself over her, entered her again, moving slowly and tenderly. She gasped, then smiled at him. No urgency this time. He ran his fingers gently down her side, kissing her lips and then moving to her breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. They made love this time. They moved together, connected, nearly inseparable. He looked into her eyes, silently thanking her erstwhile suitor. Their hips moved together more quickly. Faster, they slid together, her hips rising to meet his, her arms tightening around him. He felt her moan as her nails dug into his back, pressing him into her. He responded, beginning to shiver in pleasure as they came yet again, jerking, then stiff and eventually relaxing. He stayed inside her as he softened, kissed her once more and rolled to her side, his arms still wrapped tightly around her. Finally, they slept. She curled into him, breathly softly as they drifted off. Morning arrived. He rolled over to look for her, found a note next to him. He smelled raspberries again, and relived the evening. In the note, he found an email address and one sentence. “Perhaps the fantasy has just begun.” He smiled, and dreamed. The Elevator She tries to keep her eyes on the ground, knowing she is being stared at. She tries to imagine what they are seeing, she looks down. She is wearing a mid-thigh length coat, so it almost seems like she is wearing nothing. There is a chain leading to the collar she is wearing, which He is holding in His hand as He leads her. He stops just before a building; He turns to her and asks her if she’s ready, that it is time for her to show Him how much of a slut she is and how obedient she can be. She afraid to speak for fear she may call it off. So she just nods. She knows this is something that would please Him, and she very much wants to please Him. He takes her coat and gives her a once over, He is very glad He insisted she wear this particular dress. In the natural light it is almost see through. He reaches forward and pinches her nipples and rolls them in His fingers. She quietly moans and sways towards Him. He lets go of her nipples. He turns and leads her into the hotel. She focuses on just putting one foot in front of the other. When they stop and wait for the elevator she glances around and notices there’s a lot of men watching her leering at her. She flushes and looks to Him for some strength; He pulls the chain until she is standing right next to Him. She can feel His strength and belief in her abilities. He leans down and whispers to her that He wants her to do this for Him, to make Him proud. She feels more sure of herself, remembering that she is doing this for Him. When the elevator arrives they step on. He goes to the back corner of the elevator, and turns to her. As soon as the doors close, he tells her to kneel in front of Him, she can here the men turning to see what is happening. She gets on her knees before Him. He winds a hand in her hair, as He tells her to take His cock out and suck on it. As soon as she has His cock out He forces her head forward. Although He isn’t having to force very much, knowing that she has always loved sucking cock, though this is the first time He has made her do it like this. She puts His cock in her mouth; she relaxes and lets Him control her movements. He moves her head slowly and deeply, letting her enjoy feeling His cock slide in and out of her mouth and throat. She lets out a little moan from deep in her throat, which He feels. He quickens the pace, moving her faster but still just as deeply. She moans and squirms as much as she can with His cock in her mouth. She knows the others in the elevator are watching her avidly, she can feel they’re eyes roaming over her. She can feel her pussy getting very moist; she can feel it starting to slide down the inside of her thighs. He pulls her head back until His cock is no longer in her mouth. He smiles gently down at her and tells her to turn and look at the men around her. She whimpers a little letting Him know she would really rather not look at them. His looks turns stern and He tells her much more firmly, leaving her with no doubt that she will regret it if she doesn’t do as he tells her to. She turns around and quickly looks at them not letting herself really see them, then turns back around and looks to Him. He crouches down before her and tells her to turn completely around so that she is facing them. She moans not wanting to but knowing she must, to please Him. Once turned around facing the others in the elevator. She tries to keep her eyes on the floor, but she feels His hand under her chin lifting her head up until she has no choice but to look into their eyes. She shivers a little as she sees they are all looking at her with lust and desire in their eyes. She hears Him asking them if they’d like a sample of the lush young slut. She hears them all clamor to be the first one. He tells them that everyone will get a chance, and that, we’ll start with the ones closest to her. A cock is put in front of her, and He forces her head forward. She takes the cock into her mouth, as she lets Him guide her and set the pace. She moans at the pleasure coursing through her knowing that this is pleasing Him. He leans down a little and tells her that He is very pleased, and that if she keeps it up He will give her a reward when they are alone. Encouraged she puts even more of herself into it. Moaning and moving to enflame them even more. The cock in her mouth explodes, and almost before she can swallow there is another there to replace it. She loses herself in her desire to please Him and sucks cock after cock, losing track of how many she has serviced now. She has become nothing more than a vessel for they’re release, when she has serviced the last man. He pulls her up by her hair, and holds her close to Him. The men in the elevator are clamoring at her offering her anything and everything if she would just got with them. She holds Him tighter as he wraps her coat back around her. And whispers to her that He is so very pleased with her, and can't wait to show her how much. The elevator opens on their floor and they step out as she tries to avoid their eyes. Once off the elevator He tells her to turn and look at them, to look at what she has done to them. She looks at them as they vie for her attention, hearing them trying to entice her away from Him. She holds Him tight and shakes her head at them, and looks to Him and says “Only for You.” The Elevator This is my first of hopefully many stories, please email me and let me know what you think of it. Hope you all enjoy. She had me on my back and was slowly starting to work her tongue up my thigh and I could feel her warm breath beginning to warm my dick. She started at the base and slowly licked up the shaft and was just about to take the head of my dick in her mouth when I heard it. Slowly the image of a beautiful young girl slipped from my mind as it realized what was happening. My alarm was going off. I desperately wanted to fight my way back to sleep in anticipation of my dream girl re-appearing and finishing take my hard dick in her mouth, but I had to get up. It was Monday and I had a test in my photonics class at 8:00 the clock read 7:30. My mind was functioning now on the day ahead but it was obvious my dick still had his mind on the dream and I couldn’t blame it. As I woke I went into the bathroom and passed by the mirror, my dick was standing at full attention and I had the strongest urge to just jerk off while thinking of the girl I saw in my dream but I knew I couldn’t be late for class. It had to wait. I got my books and took one last look over my notes and headed to the car. I listened to Howard Stern on the way to school which is only a short 15 minute drive and on the show he had a girl describing a girl on girl encounter she had, slowly I felt my dick start to grow inside my pants and knew it was going to be another long horny day with nothing else on my mind. I walked from my car into the building and went towards the elevator, I usually take the stairs but today my class was on the 6th floor and I wasn’t really up for it. I pushed the button and looked up at the floors slowly lit up 4, 3, 2, then 1, “bing”, the doors slowly opened. I got on and was about to hit the door close button when I heard a voice. “Hold the door please,” a female voice said. I reached out and hit the open door button as the door reached almost two-thirds of the way closed. Then she entered, she was stunning. The girl who came on the elevator was about 5’4 with curly brown hair and a nice little body. She had average size tits but what caught my eye was that she was wearing those low cut jeans that showed off about 2 inches of a sexy tan stomach. “Thank you.” she said. I just looked at her and nodded with a slight smile. “What Floor?” I asked. She replied and I hit the 5th floor sign and it lit. I wished the ride was about 50 floors instead of 5, just so I could gaze at her for more then a few minutes. Then the elevator jerked a little and I looked over at her and said jokingly. “Maybe we would be better off getting off on the second and taking our chances with the stairs.” “These things are so old and scary.” she replied with a laugh. Then it happened right after we passed the 3rd floor. A strong jerk and we both stumbled to catch our balance her ass was trusted into my crouch as I put my hands on her shoulder to keep her from falling. I love elevators I thought to myself, and then the lights went off for a second being replaced by dim lights that lit from the ceiling of the elevator. Then complete silence. All that was running through my head was the tower of terror ride and I thought any moment we would fall 4 floors to what wouldn’t be a fun landing. Then nothing happened, just silence. “You ok?” “I’m fine,” she replied. That’s for sure I thought to myself. Then I saw the emergency phone next to the floor buttons and picked it up. I could hear a faint ringing and then the ruffling sound of someone picking it up “Hello,” the voice said over the headset. “We can see the malfunction on our control board, just sit still we are working on the fixing the problem. I will call the emergency phone back in a few minutes with an update. I can assure you that you are not in harms way just try to relax and we will get you out ASAP.” Ok, thanks.” I responded. I looked at her and could see the fear in her green eyes. “The guy said the food is on the way, the driver just left and should be here within minutes.” She immediately smiled and laughed, the stupid joke worked it broke the tension and eased her concerns. I then repeated what I was told by the man on the phone, and I took a seat on the floor. We went on for about 5 minutes with the normal small talk when the emergency phone rang. I hoped up and answered it listened then hung up. “Delivery guy?” She asked. “Yeah he can’t find the place, its going to be awhile. They said they will have this thing moving in under a Half hour.” I couldn’t help but stare at her she was incredibly beautiful, I figured I would never have a chance with her. I am a decent looking guy about 6’1 and a pretty muscular build after working a full summer as an ingound pool installer. But this chick was smoking. “What?” She asked after looking up at me noticing me looking at her. “Nothing,” I replied. “Its just I’m glad if I am stuck in a elevator its with someone as beautiful as you so at least I have something to take my mind of this fucked up situation.” “Thank you,” she said. “And I guess you will have to do for the time sake till I can pick someone else up on the 4th floor.” I smiled at her comment I love when a girl can make me laugh. “Yeah it’s pretty much every guy’s fantasy to be in this situation, and usually it turns out good.” “What am I suppose to rip my clothes off and fuck you, or is a blow job in order?” She said as she moved slowly from the opposite end of the elevator and moved closer towards me. “Well I did keep you from falling when the elevator jammed,” I said. “I could have stayed up but felt jamming my ass into your crotch was more appropriate” “I agree.” I was still sitting and she continued her slow walk towards me. Then I put my hand on her ankles and slid them slowly up her shapely legs while rising to my own feet. I let my hand slide over her tight ass and squeezed it then proceeded to move up her waist, over the sides of the tits and finally stopping with my hands on the back of her head running my fingers through her hair. I leaned in until my lips touch hers. I gently kissed her and sucked her bottom lip as I pulled my head back. She opened her eyes and smiled. Then we felt it, the elevator began to move towards the ground floor and the doors opened. We were greeted by a few janitors and they apologized to us for the problem and made sure we were alright. I was better then when I walked onto the thing; I looked over at her and said. “Well no point in going to class now, what are you going to do?” “I’m going to finish what we started” she said, then leaned in and whispered in my ear “All this excitement has made me so fucking horny.” I could instantly feel my dick begin to get hard, I grabbed her by the waist of her pants and pulled her into me and kissed her passionately. “And by the way this feels,” she said grabbing my growing dick, “You feel the same way.” We decided to drive to my house seeing it was closer; the whole way there I told her what I was going to do to her. I was going to make sure I pleased this hottie so she left my house aching for more. We pulled into the driveway and instantly begin a half run into the house. I couldn’t wait to see what she looked like under those clothes. We walked into my room and I grabbed her and starting kissing her neck while at the same time using her body to close the door pinning her between it and me. I kissed both sides of her neck and licked along the side of the ear breathing into it and telling her how fucking hot she was making me and how I wanted to kiss and lick every part of her body. I squeezed her ass picking her up and moving her to the bed. I laid her down and unzipped her tight pants while she ripped her shirt off. I threw the pants on the ground next to where her shirt landed and told her to roll over. The first glimpse of her ass almost made my instantly explode, it was tan and round, and extremely tight. I started kissing the back of her neck from behind then running my tongue gently from the spot just below her ear to where it connects with the edge of her shoulder. I then kissed and lick every inch of her back and ran my tongue down to the lower part of her back where the underwear began. I pulled them down just enough so I could flick my tongue back and fourth on the part of her body where the back and ass meet. This made her quiver I could tell she was enjoying it. I then rubbed my hand gently down the back of her legs and thighs stopping to kiss right behind her knees which I have found to be a very sensitive part of a women’s body. I unhooked her bra and turned her over to see the most perfectly set of tits I have ever seen. I laid a long slow kiss on her and told her to relax and make sure she let me know if I was doing the right things to please her. I spent a good 5 minutes kissing all around her tits making sure to wait an awhile and tease her before I got to the nipples. I then kissed all the way down that perfect stomach and ran my tongue over her now moist panties barely making contact with her now wet completely shaved pussy. I slid her panties off and just stared at her glistening hole that I just wanted to fill with my hard dick. I kissed her inner thighs and licked all around her pussy letting the anticipation build. I could’nt resist anymore I had to taste her. I made one long stroke from the very bottom of her pussy until I almost reached her swollen clit. I licked all around it until she arched her back up and made me make contact. I gently licked and suck on it while at the same time slidding a finger in and out of her. I could hear her moaning in pleasure which made me even hornier. She began to shake and arch her back so I knew she was almost close to Cumming so I continued until she grabbed my head and said. “I want your dick in me right now” I didn’t even care about getting head like I was in my dream I just wanted to slide it slowly into her pussy. I ripped my clothes off and got on top of her and slid my dick into her tight pussy only about 3 inches then pulled it out repeating this motion eight or nine times then I slid it in the whole way slowly, making sure to listen to every moan coming out of her mouth. I fucked her starting slowly then getting faster and faster I leaned in and kissed her and whispered in her ear how good my dick felt inside her tight pussy. “Oh my god! Fuck me harder she screamed, fuck my pussy baby!” She half screamed half moaned. I made sure every thrust I was making was a complete one so she could feel every inch of me inside her. “Get on top of me and fuck the shit out of me!” I demanded. She didn’t hesitate she hopped on me and began riding my dick rotating her hips so my dick was making constant contact with her clit, I grabbed her hand and sucked the fingers then moved it to her clit and she began rubbing it while riding me. The site of those perfectly sculptured tits bouncing was enough to almost make me cum on the spot. “No one had ever fucked me like this,” I said. She didn’t reply, she didn’t have to, I could tell by the way her flesh was changing color and by the way she was moaning that she was close to her second orgasm. Then her whole body shook and I could feel her muscles contract on my dick. I let her ride out the orgasm then told her, “Suck my dick until you make me cum.” She went down on me and sucked my dick while using her hand to rub the spot just behind my balls. I could feel the sensation start at my toes and work its way all the way up my body a feeling that I never experienced before. My toes cramped up and then I exploded letting a huge load of cum squirt into her mouth as I felt almost light headed as she sucked as much cum from my dick as possible. She then collapsed on me, both of our bodies soaked with sweat. Two people who just had totally fulfilling sex. I just sat there still in a daze of having which was the most intense orgasm of my life since back when I discovered what one was. Slowly our breathing became normal again and she looked up at me and smiled. “By the way, my name is Cindy.” The Elevator She was in such a rush, so she just dashed into the elevator oblivious to anything but punching the button for her floor. It was only after she settled in for the ride that she noticed she was not alone. It took her moment but finally she realized it was that actor, David Duchovny. He was standing in the corner, sort of propped up against the handrail, totally absorbed in a book. She thought ..he isn't even aware that I'm here! So she kept quiet, she had never been one to bother strangers, certainly not celebrities. So they rode the elevator together in silence until there was a horrendous noise of screeching metal on metal. The car came to a sudden, shuddering stop. They both just stood there for a moment. David finally realized he had company and looked at her and shrugged. They said nothing. A few minutes went by and there was still no movement. Then suddenly a siren sounded, a deafening whine, the car shuddered once again, then absolute silence. David moved quickly over to the control panel on the wall and picked up the emergency phone. She just stood against the opposing wall and watched while he spoke briefly and then he was listening. She grew ever more concerned as his expression went from one of annoyance to disappointment. He replaced the handset and turned to her and spoke. He said that the building maintenance man was aware of the problem, it had happened earlier in the day and he thought someone had placed an out of service sign on the elevator. Which they both knew no one had done. David continued by saying the man had said the problem was being worked on and the estimated time of correcting it was at least four hours and no, there was no other exit from the car than through the entry doors. So they were stuck. She thought she could have been stuck for hours in an elevator car with worse company, so she simply thanked him for the quick action to the phone and sat down on the floor. Then he sat down opposite her, looked at her again and just chuckled. She grinned back at him and then started to laugh. So what had she been in such a hurry for in the first place to now be stuck in an elevator with a gorgeous man for hours, never mind that appointment! He went back to his book and she pulled out her cell phone. She made a call to cancel and reschedule her appointment, put her cell phone away and got her laptop out, intending to at least get some work done. It was obvious he was not interested in conversation and she had never been good at social chitchat. She was just the slightest bit intimidated by his celebrity and handsome looks, so getting some work done seemed to be the thing to do. They were both absorbed in what they were doing, when the car shuddered again and this time hard enough to jolt the car sideways. It was as if it were off its track somehow and now the floor was no longer level. She had to fight to maintain her position. Finally she had to give in into gravity and she rolled down and into the corner. David had already been sitting on the floor in the other corner, so he was unaffected by the sudden change in the angle of the car. So now they were both seated on the floor in opposing corners on the back wall of the car away from the control panel. David volunteered to make the attempt to reach the phone. It was far more difficult than anticipated but after several tries he made it to the phone. He was only able to speak with the maintenance man on the other end for a moment, long enough to understand they were not in any real danger but remaining still and in one spot would be a good idea. Then there was another shuddering jolt that knocked him back and rolling down to where she sat on the floor. There was nowhere for her to go so fast, so David wound up falling on top of her. There was yet another shift in position so that the angle of the car had them positioned in a tangle almost up the back wall. David attempted to pull himself up and off of her, but found that he could not move without feeling the car shift beneath them. She begged him to stop, now terrified that any further movement would somehow dislodge the car off its moorings even more and send the car plummeting down the shaft. She asked David what the maintenance man had said. He told her the man had recommended they stay still and in one spot. They both began to laugh at that comment. She did feel as though her laughter, if she let it continue, would result in hysteria, so she stopped. She concentrated instead on finding some way of being more comfortable with this man on top of her. By using tiny little movements she finally situated herself in such a way that he was more to her side than directly on top of her. Apparently David had found this whole process to be quite amusing because he continued to laugh. Or she thought maybe he's just ticklish. Then the whole car started to vibrate and there was a low humming noise. Now she was really terrified and she could tell by the look on David's face he was more than just concerned. Almost instinctively they grabbed hold of each other and hugged close. The low humming noise grew louder and more metallic, finally culminating into a screeching shriek. Then it abruptly stopped. there was no more vibration and no more noise. Out of nowhere, they heard a man's voice screaming to remain perfectly still and that help was on the way but it would be a few hours yet. Neither one of them saw any point in even attempting to respond, so they remained silent in their embrace. They pulled back from each other just a bit, then David looked as if he were going to speak but was stopped in mid-breath by a her loud gasp as the lights went out. It was darker than anything she had previously experienced, truly a complete absence of light. In the total darkness there was only the sound of their hurried breathing. She fought to maintain control and not surrender to panic. She could feel his breathing change, becoming more rapid and she knew he was also on the verge of panic. This total absence of light was completely unnerving for both of them. Then a noise began, low and barely audible at first, then building into a crescendo of whirring, screeching metal grating on metal. She could feel the scream building in her throat; she bit her tongue to keep it down. David shifted his position slightly and embraced her again. They clung to each other in desperation. It took a moment after the metallic screeching had ceased for them to realize they were both screaming. This was indeed an intolerable situation that left them both shaken and now silent. It was only after she attempted to speak that she realized just how close they were together. She had moved her head only slightly and her face brushed against his face. Almost instinctively she reached up and took his face into her hands, desperately seeking his mouth with her lips. He responded in kind. They kissed and stroked each other's faces as if by doing so it would banish the darkness and the danger of panic. They continued to kiss in the total darkness and now complete silence, except for the sounds of their ever more labored breathing. She moved her hands down the front of his shirt, unbuttoning it as she went. Finally she opened his shirt and put her hands on his bare chest, found his nipples and began massaging them into tiny little hard points of flesh. They shifted positions with no resulting movement from the car. He was beneath her now. She began to kiss him from his lips to his chin to his throat and then made her way to his nipples. She heard him gasp as she bit one then the other. It took some artful maneuvering on her part but she was finally able to position herself so she could unzip his pants and free his cock from hiding. She finally reached in to free his cock from the confines of his pants. She drew back in shock and awe as tiny little fingers grasped her own fingers. The scream strangled in her throat and in ragged, barely coherent words, she asked David what was that? He responded by saying, he can speak for himself. Which he proceeded to do... She fell back and away from the sound of the tiny little voice, thankfully losing consciousness before her head met the wall. Only moments later a searing light awakened her just beyond her closed eyes. It took several minutes for her to adjust to the change from total darkness to light and from unconsciousness to awareness. Blinking hard, she turned to face David. He was fully dressed and sat in the opposite corner, looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face. She asked him, what just happened? He said the lights went out for a moment and they held each other in the darkness until she screamed and fell back into the corner. He apologized for taking liberties if that had been the reason for the scream. She could tell he was telling her only what he knew to be true. She decided to not mention the little hand. Suddenly the loud voice returned, barking down orders to remain still and they would be out in just a few more minutes. They spoke not a word to each other until; the doors were pried open from the outside. The maintenance man stood there sweating profusely and apologizing even more. They each said something appropriate to the situation to the man and then to each other. David headed off one direction down the hall and she took off in the opposite one. She finally ducked into an alcove full of vending machines and got her cell phone out to make a call. She asked the receptionist who answered if there was any way possible to keep her appointment, even if it was a few hours late? The receptionist said she was in luck because of a last minute cancellation and to come on in. This time she took the stairs. She breezed past the receptionist and went directly into the office, as the door was open. As was her custom she gingerly touched the nameplate as she passed it, silently repeating the name. Dr. Barker, psychiatrist. She desperately needed to discuss the change in medication. It was quite obviously, quite terribly not working! The Elevator From the Beast Within Series I awoke for my host lust level was very high, I saw who had triggered his lust, I became aware of his fantasy, he wanted her but would do nothing about it, his way was too slow so I took her despite the struggle she put up, there was no hot passionate kisses, no caresses to excite us, no soft words of sweetness in praise of her beauty and splendid figure, it was lust in the raw essence, I am not my host, I am not the romantic. I am the BEAST. It could of been different if the elevator had gone to the sixth floor before it went down to the basement, but no it had to go to the basement first, there would be no one down there, not at two-thirty a.m. on a Saturday. As we rode down my host had time to get a massive hard on, it strained against his pants, it bulge out disgustingly in his pants. The scent of her perfume was design to attract men like the flowers attract the bees, her low cut tight blouse proudly showed off two magnificent mounts of tanned flesh of her over sized boobs, her micro mini skirt freely advertized her perfectly shaped ass and skimpy panties that covered less than half of it, her long shapely legs and thighs screams for the attention of men, she had eyes that were filled with lust and lips that were made to embraced the member of men. She should of step off the elevator when he told her that he was going down to the basement, she knew what a dark lonely place it was, she should of seen the way his hungry eyes striped away her clothing and fed on her naked body, she should of seen the lust in his eyes for it was there for all to see, she should of felt how he fondled her in his mind, she should of felt the heat of his lust for it burned with the intensity of a volcano. But no, she didn't care, she stayed to flaunt her fabulous body, she came and teased him with all her charms, shit, she saw the look of lust he gave her, she saw his hungry eyes devour her body, she saw his fist clench in an attempt to control himself, she saw the sudden rise at his crotch, but did it stop her? Noo. She enjoyed it, enjoyed seeing him in his moment of weakness, she enjoyed knowing that he was hot for her, it boosted her ego and confirmed her sexual attraction, so she step into the elevator and the door rumbled shut, dam, if only it was one of those with accordion metal door, when the door closed it closed us off from the rest of the world, it was then that I reach out and took over my host body. In such a confined space her body seem to magnify its greatness, I saw her blouse disappeared to leave her standing beside me in her mauve coloured bra, a half cut bra that exposed more of her firm round breast than it covered, breasts that were evenly tanned and smooth, of course I saw her shoulders and her flat stomach and narrow waist, I felt the heat rush through my body, felt every pore on my body open, felt every bead of sweat that appeared on my skin. The elevator should of been fast. I hate elevators that makes me feel as if I left my stomach behind but at that time, I wished I was having such an experience, it would of broken the spell I was under, I would of had time to escape her magic, but it weren't meant to be, the elevator was slow, too slow, seconds became minutes. I saw her skirt disappeared leaving her standing in panties that match her bra, if her bra failed to contain her breasts then her panties failed much worse for every where her body was pouring out of the panties. The trip from the second floor to the basement was like a ten block trip in a taxi at the height of the rush hour. Things could of turned out differently if there was some one on the first floor that needed the elevator, no such luck, our destiny was written and changes couldn't be made, so we crept down to the basement to meet our fate. Finally the elevator came to a stop. I was aware but helpless to stop my hand from going to the emergency switch, I thought of how easy it would of been for me to push the first floor button, I thought of how easily it would of been for me to step off the elevator on the second floor, it was easy to think of the many actions that could of been done to avoid what was about to happen, it was impossible to perform any of those actions, the script was written, the stage was set, the performers had their roles, there was no time for further delay, the curtains were open, the invisible audience was eagerly waiting for our performance. I felt rather than saw her facial expression change from lust to horror when I flip down the switch and the elevator stop, I saw her hand reach out to the switch, she was fast but I was faster, I grab her hand and swirled her around and drew her in against me, my other hand covered her mouth and nose. Busy as I was with her I was still aware of how wonderful it felt to feel her ass against my groin, my right arm against her huge breasts, my left arm across her flat belly as I pined her arms to her sides, an image of her heel imbedded in my foot flashed through my mind and as I quickly spread my feet I felt her thigh rise and smashed down with enough force to break off her heel, with her struggles and not being able to breath her energy was soon spent, I felt her relaxed. Freeing her hands I quickly unhook and unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor, next went her panties, the sight of her bare ass made my head spin and I felt as if I was the one whose mouth and nose was covered. Next I put her in my favourite position on the floor, head down ass up, legs spread wide, I took time to look at her abnormally thick shaven cunt lips, I parted them to see the wet pinkness of her slit, I looked at her hole which was large and wet, it looked hungry and I was about to feed it my member, using saliva I lube my members head then slowly guided it and set it against her hole. Her vulva was hot and it tantalized the tip of my member, I pushed slowly inward, huge as she was I was larger, it was tight, I watched as the mouth of her vulva stretch over the head of my member, I expected her to scream in pain but instead she merely moaned in pain, her moan was too soft for anyone to hear if there was anyone to hear, she tried to get away but I held her in place, a easy thing to do since her head was already against one wall and the elevator was too small for her to lay flat. I watched in delight as more and more of my massive shaft disappeared into her hot, wet, pink depth, thrust by painful thrust, inch by painful inch I went into her until I reached the end of her cuntal passage, once I was in as far as I could go. I stop moving and just stayed in her, I concentrated on how much of my member was in her, I opened my awareness to the tightness of her vulva on my member, I became aware of her body heat, I became aware of her muscles throbbing against my flesh, I became aware of her smooth firm ass cheeks against my lower belly, I thought of her magnificent huge udders hanging down under her, not only did I find it incredible exciting to see her vulva wrapped around my member but I also enjoyed seeing her asshole and I was certain that it was used as often as her vulva. I listen to her complains of the pain, but I held my position, I heard her plea for me to take it out but I stayed in and each time she complained I would push in to hurt her more, she soon stop pleadings and the only sounds that came from her were soft moans of pain which excites me. I kept my member buried deep with in her vulva and opened myself to all the delightful sensations of her vulva around my member, I didn't want to control myself, I didn't want to move, I just wanted to be in her, to feel her tight wet hot vulva around my member. It was a very wonderful experience and I wanted it to last for a very long time. Then it happened, at first I thought that it was my imagination, then I felt it again, very faintly I felt her ease back but I was already as deep in her as I could go, so since she couldn't move back to take any more of my member she began to work the muscles of her vulva, sure, I've felt other women use their vulvas muscles but none did it like her, the walls of her vulva contracted on my member to hold it real tight then release it suddenly, then just as suddenly she held it again, over and over she massaged my member in the most delightful way. I hadn't expected it but the bitch was enjoying herself, she was moaning softly with pleasure, so I started to work my muscles as she was working hers, between her contractions my member would throb, so it was that we sail our ship of pleasure until we found ourselves one the shores of orgasm. How many ways have I experience orgasm? Many but none like this, it was ecstasy of the highest level, for I felt the energy flowed up from my feet and down from my head to meet at my groin and escape through my member, I felt each of the powerful gush of my energy flow out into her and at the same time I felt her energy flow around my member, together we pulsated and trembled as our energy flowed, together we shared what felt like a mild electric shock that started where our bodies joined, spread through our groin then up to our heads and down to our feet. There was no wild thrashing about, no sharp finger nails raking at the flesh, no loud screaming in the ears, there was only her hot pulsating vulva filled with my throbbing member, there was the sweet tinkling sensation that coursed through the body, there was the shiver of fulfilment and soft sighs of contentment. I remained as I was jammed up against her until my member lost its rigidity inside her relaxed vulva, I thought of how my host would enjoy her vulva, I know that he will enjoy it visually, he'll touch and caress it with his fingers, he'll kiss and lick at the puffy lips, his tongue will probe and explore her completely, he will enjoy being in her, let them trash about in madness, let them rake at each others flesh, let them cry out in their climax. I am content just to have my member in the hot tightness of her vulva, content to feel its oil on my flesh, I was satisfied very satisfied. Slowly I pulled my limp member out of her and glanced down at the now cavernous hole that leaked the essence of my body, I had what I wanted, I pulled up my pants, gave her skirt and help her to her feet as I pocket her panties, I looked at her, strange she don't look as wild and sexy as before, she don't look as exciting, her charms had some how faded, she no longer excites me. I flipped the emergency switch, the elevator drop a few feet then stopped, the door opened and I step out, I never looked back but I heard the door slide shut, I sang as I walked away. DING DONG THE BITCH IS FULL THE BITCH IS FULL OF CUM. DING DONG THE HORNY BITCH THE HORNY BITCH IS FULL, HI HO MY PRICK IS SOFT MY WICKED PRICK IS SOFT. 2140 The Elevator I want to thank ginobear69 for his excellent help on editing this story. Thank you! ***** They entered the elevator together, a rather slow express to the 25th floor. Every day it was the same thing, they got on together, she got off on 25 and he continued up to 27. They never spoke and rarely smiled. He was tall, 6’4”, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The suits he wore always looked good on him, as if tailor-made. He had jet-black hair and blue eyes and had recently grown a beard which only served to make him look more distinguished. She was a knockout; he noticed it more and more every day, with her auburn hair and green eyes. She was 5’10”, slim, with a 36C breast, a tiny waist and flat stomach. She had worn a white silk blouse that was see-through with no bra. Not many women could bring that off but with her firm tight breasts, they were sticking straight out. She completed her outfit with a short red leather skirt and red spiked heels. She always dressed sexy; she liked the attention it got her. He wondered where she worked, but had never gotten the nerve to follow her. As he got on the elevator this particular morning, something seemed different. There was something about her, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. There was an air of suppressed excitement that he’d never felt in the six months they’d shared the ride. They were alone in elevator when the doors closed. She turned toward him and smiled as she reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, rubbing her nipples with her thumbs. She slid her hands down her firm, tight body to her hips and raised her tight leather skirt up to reveal her freshly shaven pussy, glistening with moisture. She moved toward him, but when he reached for her she shook her head no. She leaned forward and kissed him, her firm hard breasts pressed against his chest. Her hot wet tongue parted his lips and began exploring his mouth and teasing his tongue. She stepped back, her eyes locking with his and reached over and unbuttoned his jacket. Her hands moved to his black leather belt and slowly unbuckled it. She lowered his zipper slowly, never taking her eyes off of his. He was standing absolutely motionless, afraid if he moved she would stop. The button of his suit pants opened easily to her touch, allowing his pants to slide down over his hips. He wore red silk boxers; she felt the material as she brushed her hand against his member. Her hand moved to the opening, reaching in, feeling the hardness of his sex. Her lips parted and the end of her tongue peeked out, her breathing quickened as she felt him growing in her hand. As she sank to her knees, she puckered her lips, leaning forward to kiss the mushroom head of his fine shaft. Her hands wrapped around him as she tongued the slit at the tip, stroking him slowly. She traced the ridge of his mushroom shaped cock-head, her breath warm in the cold air conditioning. She brushed his cock against her lips, her tongue coming out to lick the head. She smiled as she pushed her lips over him, pulling the head into her mouth. He leaned back against the wall of the elevator to steady himself. Her lips were tight, her mouth hot and wet. She leaned forward, sliding him deeper in, gliding past teeth and tongue, reaching for the cavern of her throat. She pressed her face against the silk of his boxers, taking him deep in her throat. He moaned as she held him there, sucking, coaxing. She began to move, slowly at first, sliding her lips along his prick, holding him tight, milking his cock. As she moved her right hand up the leg of his boxers to hold his balls, he was thrusting his hips, forward and back, forcing himself deeper into her mouth and she met his every thrust. They were in a perfect rhythm, in and out, faster and harder with each thrust. His moans were louder, his breathing heavier, as his cock began to swell to maximum proportion. He knew he could not hold out much longer. As he pumped her face, he could feel the waves of ecstasy begin to overtake him. His cock was deep in her throat as he began to feel the juice moving from his balls, traveling through his magnificent cock, filling her. She swallowed with each spasm, not a drop escaped as she continued to suck him until he was dry. She pulled his pants up as she stood up, helping him to tuck his shirt in and fasten his belt. The elevator doors opened and as she exited, she smiled at him over her shoulder. “Thank you,” she said, as the doors closed behind her. They were the only words ever spoken. The Elevator It had been another day of worrying. It had been another day of planning. The list of things to be worried about and thought about was endless. Just keeping up took much of that effort. There were bills that needed to be paid, which meant stamps had to be found somewhere. His shoes' laces had frayed, necessitating a trip to the drug store to buy another pair of shoe laces. The weather had been hot the past week, meaning he was sweating and uncomfortable all the time, which meant he had to do his laundry twice as often, which meant he had to go to the bank for quarters. And while he was doing the laundry, he should try to take out the garbage. This was the first layer of thought, the endless details of life that had to be dealt with just to keep his head above water. Then on top of that was the constant thinking of ways to "get ahead". He wasn't a social climber, as such, but he certainly didn't want to be stuck in a dead end job answering phone calls from angry bank customers for the rest of his life. He didn't want to be uneducated and living in a shitty city with a bunch of friends whose idea of fun was drinking cheap beer while watching football, or smoking shitty weed while watching cartoons. And of course, he didn't want to be alone forever. So his mind was full of constant plans of things he could do to, things that he could do to escape the drudgery of life. Since he was too busy treading water, he could hardly ever act on any of his plans. Which meant that he had to spend even more time thinking of hundreds of plans for getting ahead. Although all the other matters were important, the thing that most obsessed his brain was women. He lived in a big city and had a pretty active social life, so he was meeting new women all the time. And everyone he met, he got a little crush on, and studied and calculated intently to see what chance she was interested at all. He usually managed to convince himself that there was some interest being returned, and then was always disappointed when it wasn't, and then returned to more plotting and thinking. This was his what was going through his mind, as he returned home from a trip to the post office to pick up his mail (more bills) and entered the lobby of his building. He hit the button of his floor on the elevator. His apartment was quite high up, on the 20th floor, past several floors of parking and office space. He got in the elevator, and turned around. He should at least be happy that he had this elevator. Walking up twenty flights of stairs didn't appeal to him much. Just before the doors closed together, a running figure came and stuck a hand between them. They sprung open, and a woman entered the elevator. He vaguely knew that she lived in an apartment a few floors above or below him. He had even entered a mental file for her, like he did with all women, but there was precious little in it. She smiled at him, as she hit her floor number, which was one above his. The smile, as it usually did, made him reopen his file. She was shorter than him, with dark messy curly hair. She was a little bit on the heavy side, but had a rich tan that showed she spent a lot of time outdoors. She may have been two years older then him. She was wearing a conservative white blouse and a mid-length black skirt that both showed signs of wrinkling and mussiness after a long day in the humid city. All of these things went into his file, and he started to think of scenarios where he might get to see this woman again and get to know her better. All of which was totally cleared from his mind, when, a second later, he was pushed up against the rare wall of the elevator, and he felt the woman's lips kissing him. They were pressed against his lips, as she stood up on tip toes and pressed her body into him. He opened his eyes as widely as he could, but all he could see of her was her messy curly hair, which came to the level of his nose. It smelled of some good girly shampoo. Her lips had met him at his neck, but now with her head tilted up somewhat, they were pressed hard against his lips. He could also feel her breasts against his body. They felt even larger now that they were pressed against him, and he could feel her hard nipples. She pressed a leg against his groin, and she must have hiked up her skirt, because he could feel the texture of nylon sliding against the zipper of his jeans. His penis was already engorging. By the time her hand unbuttoned his shirt, and found its way to pluck and pull at his hard nipple, he was overloaded with sensation. His mind had stopped working, had stopped trying to figure out what was going on with the situation. The woman was saying something, through her closed lips and his own, but he couldn't figure out what it was, although he knew it was important. He didn't have time to worry about someone else getting on the elevator. He did have a lot of time to enjoy the experience, though, since 20 floors is a lot of elevator time, as long as you don't think about it. At some point, he felt her body shudder, and he realized that his lips were bleeding, because she had bitten them. And just when he stopped to think about that, the elevator stopped and the woman was walking though the open letters, with not a word. Her skirt and blouse were back in the appropriate positions. He went back to his apartment, and didn't think, and went to sleep. The Elevator "Yay! Books!" I squeed happily, as you pressed the button to call the elevator. "So many books for mee!" "It's mostly manga," you pointed out. "Not really "books" in the usual sense of the word." I stuck my tounge out at you. "You read just as much as I do." "So? I didn't say I didn't." I opened my mouth to retort, but was cut off by the *BING* of the arriving elevator. I managed to get myself and all of my books inside without dropping anything as you pushed the button for the ground floor of the library. The doors slid shut as I continued to sing a little song abut books and how much I loved them under my breath. Halfway through the second verse, there was a slight jolt, and quite suddenly, the lights went out and the elevator ground to a halt. I gave a startled squeak. "Well, shit. Rachel, how is it that you break things just by looking at them?" "It's not MY fault!" I protested. Your hand brushed against me in the dark. "I know, love. I was only teasing. Well, damn it, I can't even see to hit the call button." "Isn't there some kind of regulation that says you have to make it glowy?" "It's an old elevator. Aha, found it." The speaker came to life with a crackle. "Um? Hello? The elevator broke? Hello?" Static is the only answer. "Well, that's just great." "And it's dark so I can't even read my books!" I slid down the wall and sat on the floor, setting my pile of books down beside me. "I guess we'll just have to wait." I hear and feel you sit down beside me. "How boring." I giggled suddenly. "I just had a marvelous idea." "Uh-oh. I hear the evil in your voice." "Evil? Meeee?" "Yes, you. Spit it out. What's on your twisted little mind?" I grinned, even though I knew you couldn't see me. "This," I said, reaching out and running my hand along your body until I found what I was looking for. I felt you stir under my touch, "You ARE an evil little girl." I leaned forward until my forhead touched yours, leaving my hand resting comfortably between your legs. "Of course I am. That's why you love me." I touched my lips gently to yours, but you reached out and enfolded me in your arms, kissing me hard. I had to come up for breath eventually, and gasped, "Hey! Who's idea was this?" You grabbed my arms and pinned me gently against the wall. "Oh, you know you like it rough." "Maaaaybe." You kissed me again, and I opened my mouth to your tongue and thrust mine into yours. My fingers twisted into your hair, as I tried to pull you impossibly closer as our tongues twined around each other's and I nipped your lips gently. You finally broke away, both of us panting, but before I could catch my breath, you bent to suck on my neck, which didn't help my ability to breathe in the least. You traced a path to my ear, and nipped it softly and licked around the lobe. I squirmed and let out a little moan of pleasure. Your hand wandered down to rub a breast as you returned your mouth to mine. Your hands worked clumsily at the buttons on my shirt as you kissed me. "Why," you whispered, "must you always pick the days we have sex to wear shirts with buttons?" "Sorry, love. Why do you always pick the days I wear shirts with buttons to have sex?" "This was your idea!" The last button came undone, and you pushed up my bra to reveal my breasts. "Finally!" I felt your mouth descend on one of my nipples. I sighed as your ran your tongue around it, a sigh that turned into a moan when you bit it gently. "Shit, Ryan, that feels...mmm...really good!" You pinched my other nipple with your hand, and I squirmed against you and ran my fingers through your hair. You bit harder and I squeaked in surprise and pleasure. You transfered your attentions to my other breast, and I felt your hand slip down and up under my skirt. Your fingers brushed against my clit and I squeaked again. "Ryyyyan!" You sucked hard on my nipple and slipped your hand into my panties. I groaned loudly and thrust my hips up against your hand. "Well, someone's wet," you said. I could hear the smile in your voice. "Why..." I panted, "does that...surprise you?" "Oh, it doesn't," you said, and thrust a finger inside of me. I nearly screamed. You wiggled it slightly as you worked, my panties off with the other hand, no easy task considering that I wasn't exactly staying still. You flipped my skirt up, slipped in a second finger and began to pump them in and out as your other hand played with my breasts and I thrashed and moaned on the floor. "Ooooh...Ryan, I'm so close...I..." Quite suddenly, the fingers were gone. "Ryyyyyaaaaaaan!" I practically screamed in protest. "You're not coming until I fuck you good and hard, my lovely little nympho!" "Oh, really? Well, then, come HERE. We must make sure that you get fuck-worthy!" I pushed you down against the floor and worked buisily at your zipper. I yanked your pants and your underwear further down your hips and reached forward to wrap my hand around your cock. "Why, hello! You're happy to see me, aren't you?" "Oh, always." I let the tip of my tongue barely touch the head and swirled it in tiny circles as I grasped it firmly with one hand. I smiled inwardly at your sudden intake of breath, and let my tongue trail down the length of the shaft and then back up, first slowly and then more rapidly. "It's a cock-sicle!" I said cheerfully. I barely let you begin to agree before I quite suddenly deep-throated the entire thing, pleased to hear the beginning of a "Yes" trail off into a soft moan. I very slowly lifted my head, sucking at it gently, then took it all into my mouth again. I picked up the tempo, bobbing up and down on your cock more and more rapidly and wiggling my tongue against it. "Rachel...love, if you don't stop that soon..I'm going to..." I stopped at once. "Not until you get me off, you're not!" I gave the head of your cock one last lick for god measure, and demanded, "Now come here and thrust that hard cock of yours into my pussy!" "With pleasure!" You reached forward and lifted my hips up to you. I felt the head of your cock against my slit as your rubbed it against me. "Damn it, Ryan, put it IN!" You rammed it in to the hilt almost before I finished my sentence, and I moaned and thrust against you. You picked up the rythem and lowered yourself onto me as I made little noises of pleasure and lifted my hips to try and make you go deeper. I dug my fingers into your back, trying to squeeze you as close to me as I could, as your thrust your cock into me, faster and faster, rubbing against my most sensitive spots. My breath came faster and my body began to tremble. I pushed up at you, and you fell back against the wall, with me on top, grinding myself against you, pushing you as deep as you would go. I grabbed onto your shoulders for support, and you lifted your hips slightly to give me better leverage. I bit my lip as I felt the orgasm beginning to build up inside me. "Mmmm! Ryan..." I gasped. "I'm...going..." "Me...too..." The first wave of it hit me, tearing through my center in an explosion of heat and deep, ticklish pleasure. I groaned and ground myself against you as hard as I could, to make it last as long as possible. I felt your shoulders tense under my hands and you let out the almost surprised gasp that you always make when you climax. I felt you come inside me as I flopped against your torso, exhausted and happy. I licked your ear gently. "That...was very nice, " I whispered. "I'm glad you agree," you said softly. Just as we had relaxed into our contented, post-orgasmic tangle of arms and legs, the lights suddenly flashed on and the elevator began to move once again. We looked at each other, wide-eyed. "Dress very, very fast." The Elevator Tabitha realized, of course, she'd never forget the day she was trapped on the elevator with the two young wrestling men. They must have gotten on a floor below her, and it had only been moments after the doors closed behind her that the elevator came to a sudden, lurching stop. "What's going on?" she exclaimed. One of the men, a handsome redhead in his mid- to late teens calmed her down. "Probably a switch fault," he attempted to explain. "They'll clear it up in no time." "I hope so," Tabitha replied. She glanced at the second teen with brown hair and eyes, not as cute as the other, but attractive in his own way. "Seems to happen all the time in these elevators," he commented. "Gets to be a nuisance, but nothing we can do about it but wait until they fix it." "How long is that usually?" "Fifteen, twenty minutes." "This is a regular thing?" she asked, not really believing him. "Oh, sure. Some sort of fault in the computer programming. Shuts the elevator down for a short time, then starts up again of its own accord." "Oh." She was quiet for a few moments, then decided to break the silence by attempting to start up a conversation, "So, what do you two do?" "We're here for the wrestling competition," said the redhead. "Oh, really?" she replied. "I enjoy watching those competitions. You must work out an awful lot for them, do you?" They both nodded. She glanced from one boy to the other. "I--uh--I realize this is rather forward of me, but...." She paused for a long moment before she blurted out, "...Well, to be honest, I've always wondered---do your cocks get as hard as your other muscles?" Both young fellows chuckled. "Would you like to see?" asked the brown-haired boy. Tabitha's mouth felt dry, and her breathing was quick and shallow. She couldn't say anything, so she just nodded. After which, both men yanked down their zippers, reached inside and dragged out their cocks. The red-head (Ken, she later found out) was already half-erect and in a matter of a few seconds of pumping on it with his hand, was fully erect, his seven-inch stalk bending slightly upwards, its thick veins bulging and throbbing, its deep red head swollen. Paul (the brown-haired lad) held his up. It stood out straight and hard, and appeared to be more smoother, but with a pinkish-purple head that poked through his foreskin. Tabitha's legs felt like jelly. She whimpered slightly and got to her knees in front of them both. She put her hands out. "May I?" she inquired, looking up at the men. "Please do," said Ken. "We don't mind at all," replied Paul. Both young men smiled expectantly. Herr hands curled around the hard shafts, feeling the thickness, the warmth, the pulsing of the blood. It excited her and she felt the wetness already between her legs, soaking her panties. She firmly rubbed both cocks back and forth, watching Ken's cockhead seem to enlarge from her fist, and Paul's revealing itself from its hiding place within his foreskin. She bent forward, closed her mouth over Ken's cock, felt its fullness fill her mouth. She sucked hungrily for a few moments, continuing to pump on both cocks. Then she switched the ravenous attentions of her mouth to Paul's cock, its tip already shiny and wet with precum. She engulfed it, tasted the sweetness, ran her tongue around it, thrusting into the tiny hole on its tip. Now she pumped faster, watching Ken and Paul as their eyes closed. Ken was the first to groan audibly and she focussed her attention on him, yanking on his cock until his jism suddenly spurted at her, spilling onto the top of her blouse, down her neck. Then Paul suddenly gasped and she turned back to him, opening her mouth just in time, for his body jerked quite forcefully as his cock fired its hot load--several long white streams jetting into her mouth, smearing her nose and cheeks and lips. She pulled Ken's rod over, took both cocks in her mouth, sucked and licked them clean. She looked up at them both, a smile on her face. "was that good?" They both nodded. "I'm glad you liked it,' she responded. "Because now I want you both to fuck me at the same time...." "It will be our pleasure," replied Ken. That said, he undid his pants and pushed them down, Paul following suit. Tabitha smiled, lifted her dress and peeled off her panties which were already soaked with the wetness of her pussy juices. Ken held his hands out to her. She stepped forward, then he suddenly grasped her around the waist, lifted her up. Her hands encircled his neck, then Paul helped guide her down onto the long shaft of his friend's cock. It filled her completely as her legs wrapped around his waist. Then he proceeded to push up into her slowly, letting her relish the entire length of him before drawing back again. Ken slowly eased himself to the floor so that she was astride him, riding him. Paul came round, put his feet on either side of Ken's head. His cock bobbed in front of her face and she guided the stiff rod to her mouth, then hungrily she feasted on its fullness, feeling it slide between her lips and teeth as Ken's cock thrust up and down in her cunt. Now Paul took himself from her mouth. She bent down, her mouth covering Ken's in a passionate kiss as he thrusts up into her. Paul moved behind her, knelt down. Then she felt his tongue flicking across her labia at the same time as Ken's cock slid between them. Paul licked back and forth, then Tabitha felt feathery touches on her anus, stabbing it lightly but firmly, then Paul's finger slowly pushing into her, then thrusting in and out in time to Ken's cock, then alternating in rhythm---finger in, cock out, finger out, cock in---until she suddenly felt that rush of blissful ecstasy blossom within her and she groaned in delight as she came. Ken moaned, too, and rams up harder into her and she felt his wet heat explode within her depths. Paul slipped his finger out, quickly positioned himself and inserted his hard cock slowly but steadily into her ass. She felt the movement of both cocks rubbing each other through her anal and vaginal walls, and she came again. Paul slowly continued to move in and out, the tightness feeling like pressure, but feeling good, then he finally cried out and spewed his warm spunk into her ass. He waited a moment, then, so she could feel his cock still throbbing against her sphincter muscle, then he allowed himself to slide out. Tabitha rose from Ken's cock. A few minutes later, handkerchiefs wet with human dew, the air stinking of sweat and sex, the elevator miraculously started up again. Ken gave Paul a knowing wink and Tabitha gave both of them a satisfied but curious smile. Somehow she thought they were responsible for stopping the elevator in the first place. But she didn't mind. She got what she wanted in the end. The Elevator My heels clicking on the lobby floor are drawing some attention to us as I run to keep up with your very fast walk. We came in through the farthest door from the elevators so we have to cover the entire lobby to get there. I realise you planned this; insisting on these heels would ensure people looked up at the source of the noise on the marble floor; the pace of your walk forcing me to almost run next to you; the white silk blouse and no underwear guaranteeing the attention gained remains with us for the entire walk to the elevators. I inwardly curse you as I notice businessmen distracted from their laptops and mobile phones, watching my breasts bounce under the blouse; the cool silk exciting my nipples with its soft friction. You press the button and I plead for the elevator to be quick. Your hand slides down my back, over my ass and I think about moving forward as I feel your hand start to slide my skirt up. As I know my stocking tops are probably in view we hear someone's mobile phone hit the floor and you laugh and let go of me. The elevator doors open and its empty, you smile at me and follow me in. You lean against the back wall, still in full view of the lobby and pull me close and kiss me. The doors close and we're moving, you release me and hold me in front of you by my shoulders. 'Did you enjoy that? Did you like those people looking at you?' I blush and reply, 'No, it was embarrassing.' You laugh and slide your hands down the front of my blouse, not touching my nipples but pulling the material tight over the solid peaks. 'It didn't excite you then huh? If I was to touch your cunt, would it be dry?' I shiver under your touch, I want to say no, it didn't excite me but I know my body would betray that and we both know how it excites me when you talk to me like this.You pull me closer and wrap one hand firmly around my back, holding me still. The other starts to undo the buttons on my blouse and I squirm against you whispering, 'We can't, someone might come in.' You laugh again, that evil dirty laugh that has my body begging for your attentions. 'You're facing me, if anyone comes in I'll just hug you close, no one will see anything. But I want to see how hard your nipples are, how much that little walk didn't turn you on, show me .. show me your breasts slut, NOW!' You don't let go of my waist so I have to lean back to finish undoing my buttons. You slap my arse, really hard and I jump against you, shock on my face and my hands shaking on my buttons. You lean in close to my ear, knowing that your words whispered to me so close drive me totally insane, make me lose control and beg for you. 'You'll show yourself off to the general public out there but you take your time to show me what I own, what's mine? Are you trying to hang around in here so long that someone comes in huh? Do you want to me to get annoyed and let someone watch as I spank your arse for your non-compliance? Answer me you dirty little bitch, tell me you want to show yourself to me.' I so want to say it wasn't my choice to draw attention to me in the lobby but I know it's futile. I know it won't come out right and you'll just twist what my addled head says and make me want to do more and more dirty things. I also know if I don't answer soon I am heading for trouble; why does my head have to think about stuff; why can't I just do as I am told when I am told; shit how long has it been since you told me to answer? seconds? minutes? Another mighty slap to my arse advises me that it's been too long. I look up at you, 'Yes Sir, I want to show myself to you.' You lean down again and say in your horniest voice, right in my ear, 'Then show me.' You stand upright again and push me a step back from you. You let me go so that I have to do this totally on my own. You know the humiliation of it will excite me more. I know it too but I hate it. You tap your foot slowly and I take each side of my blouse in my fingers and slowly pull it open. You stare at my face for a while, watching me blush and my blush spread down to my neck and chest. I hate this and love it and I know I am getting wet. You smile and look down at my breasts, my nipples even harder now and you know they are hurting me. 'Offer them to me slut,' you bark at me. My hands cup each breast underneath and I push them up further, I want to touch my nipples, to ease the ache in them but I know you will go mad. I step towards you and lean back slightly, dropping my head back and pushing my breasts up. You bend slightly and breathe on one, I can feel your warm breath and god I want so much more. I want your tongue, your teeth, your lips to close round them both and suck, bite, crush and lick them. The tip of your tongue touches the skin next to my nipple and slides down to the valley between them and up the other one. I shake and you grab my arms and pull them behind my back, supporting me as you know I weaken in excitement. Your tongue teases the skin around my other nipple and I have to ask, 'Please Sir, please suck them, oh god please, lick them, bite them, please Sir touch my nipples.' You trail your tongue gently over one and with one hand you've freed up you rub it over the other breast, eventually squeezing the nipple between your thumb and forefinger and I cry out in pain and pleasure unsure of whether its good or bad but I need it, I want it. Your lips close around the other one and you suck on it, you suck hard and I moan. My legs spread and I straddle your leg, abandoning myself to the pleasure now and I slide my crotch against your leg. You suck and release one nipple then the other and in between each you tell me that I am a dirty, wanton, filthy, depraved, horny little slut and you have to hold me tighter as I my body shudders and I cum. You watch me, just watch while one hand tweaks my nipple harder. Each twist and squeeze wracking my body with another shudder. Before I have stopped you turn me around and move over to the wall space by the elevator controls. There's a mirror and you hold me there in front of it. I can see my face still high from my orgasm, not really caring where we are or what we do, my breasts blatantly and wantonly on display, my legs still spread either side of your thigh, my skirt riding up slowly. A voice in me says, think about what you look like and where you are but you start to whisper in my ear again. 'Are you horny little girl? Do you want to suck cock, finger your hot wet cunt, get fucked up the arse? Do you want to watch yourself get fucked? Do you want to do dirty things with me all day slut?' Your voice in my ear, it drives me crazy, wild! 'Yes Sir, yes I want all those things, I want to suck your cock, I want to finger my hot wet cunt and I want to get my arse fucked.' I watch you run your hand down my body and slide my skirt up at the front, I see my stocking tops and my cunt. I see you watching me in the mirror and I know I want you to touch me; have to have you touch me; I have to cum. 'Fuck me Sir, please finger me, fuck me, make me cum,' I beg. You slide your finger down the length of my cunt, touching the lips but purposely not parting them and it drives me crazy. I push my cunt forward trying to make your fingers enter me but you pull slightly away and keep them on the outside of me. 'Please Sir, please, touch my clit, feel how wet I am, please push your fingers deep inside of me, fuck me please please.' Suddenly your fingers, two of them, push in between my lips and my wetness seeps out and runs down me. I am soaking, so wet, so excited and as you spread it over my cunt and round to my arse, I am thrashing against you, horny as hell. You bend me forward, spank my arse really hard many times and while you let the burning sensation sink into me you undo your trousers and release your rock hard cock. You reach under me and slide your hand through my cum dragging it back to my arse and forcing it in with your cock. As you push your cock into my arse, you raise me back up so I can see myself scream in the mirror and you can see my face. You thrust into me hard several times, talking in my ear. 'You really are a dirty slut, do you know how wet you are? Your arse is begging for cock, do you know how dirty you are bitch?' There's a ding and the elevator door opens! You feel my arse clench and my body panic, my face says it all. Sheer terror! You turn me to face the door and the old man walking in. He looks up and is stunned. We all stand still,frozen for a second. I am shaking, you are calm ( bastard) and the old man is dumbstruck. The door shuts again and we are now stuck like this. You break the ice. 'I'm sorry for my slut Sir, she is an uncontrollable dirty girl and she wants to show herself off to someone – would you mind?' I am praying that he says he minds, that we straighten our clothes, get off at the next level and curl up in embarrassment somewhere. He looks at you and smiles, 'I understand your troubles Son, girls haven't changed over the decades. They are all dirty wanton bitches, desperate to show off their assets and torment mankind. You do what you feel is necessary boy.' I cringe, oh my god, you have carte blanche and I have an audience to my open blouse, spread legs and raised skirt. I know he can see my cum slipping down my thighs and my cunt spread and on full display to him. Why am I thinking about this because its just exciting me more. Then you thrust into my arse again and bend down to my ear, 'You heard the man whore, finger your clit and make yourself cum for him. Show him your wares, show him slut. Show him how hard you cum.' You thrust into my arse again and again, my hands spread my cunt and finger my clit. He is torn between watching my open cunt on display or following my bouncing breasts but he leans back and takes in the view. One of your hands grabs my breast and pushes it up to my mouth, I look down and take my nipple in my mouth, sucking it until I know I will cum and biting it as my body explodes. My pussy gushing and squirting all over my fingers, my arse gripping your cock so hard as you cum in me, the sensation continuing my orgasm. I am lost for a while in my own world with you as I feel you twitch in my arse and my body take its time about stopping. When we look up the lift doors are just closing and there's a feint thank you as the gent disappears.. The Elevator It was a hot summer day in June, and here I was again, waiting for the elevator. It seems I was always waiting for the elevator. My apartment complex had on of those antiquated elevators that never seemed to work right and always took forever to move between floors. I considered taking the stairs down the five stories, but my brain kicked in and said "no way" because of the heat. Boy am I glad I waited. With a soft "ding", the doors slid open, and standing in front of me was a stunning vision of beauty. She was a red-haired siren that just took my breath away. I stood there frozen in place, as the doors started to close. I reached out and caught the doors, smiled and said "going down"? She smiled back at me, a beautiful sexy grin and said "maybe". I grinned back at her, realizing the double-entendre I had started and she had quickly finished. The doors slid closed behind me and the elevator started it's slow descent. I couldn't take my eyes of this riveting beauty. Her soft scent of perfume filled the small confines of our elevator as I looked at her stunning body. She was wearing a small black summer dress that had a very revealing plunge in the front that accentuated the cleavage between her firm tan breasts. Scanning further down her dress I realized that the fabric was clinging to her like a second skin. I could even see the outlines of her nipples and rib cage on her taut, lean body. My eyes continued their visual assault of her dress and her body. I did a double take as I got to her waist. Her dress was short, very short. Short enough that my mind was quickly checking to see if I could spot her panties, which I couldn't. She had long firm legs that were tanned a golden brown, ending in a pair of not-too-high heels. I glanced back up her body and looked into her eyes. She had bright green eyes, which reminded me of a cat. She smiled again, obviously acknowledging my stares. Her hair was shoulder length, mostly straight and deep auburn in color. It framed her face beautifully, and was the perfect complement to her entire package. I then saw her eyes start to do the same visual assault on me, that I did on her. She scanned my polo shirt as if looking right through it into my chest and heart, and continued down to my waist and crotch, where my Dockers weren't doing too good a job of hiding my building erection. I noticed her bite her lower lip a little as she stared at my growing bulge. She looked back up into my eyes, and smiled an even more devilish grin and then she licked her lips. I thought I must have been dreaming. The elevator was nearing the bottom floor, when it jolted to a stop, causing my redheaded friend to fall towards me. She landed in my arms and I held her tight, not wanting to let go. We both looked at the number dial (yes, it's that old) and realized we were stuck between the first and second floor. This is not a new occurrence for our old elevator, and it usually meant about a 10 or 15 minute wait while our building supervisor restarted the engine. I looked back into her eyes, and without a hesitation, leaned forward and kissed her. It was a slow, passionate kiss, that started a fire deep inside me, and must have had the same effect on her, because she pushed me away a little, and then dove back onto my lips with a passion I had never felt before. Her lips and tongue were dancing all around mine as I started to use my hands to feel her smooth skin through the thin fabric of her dress. I felt my way down her back, reaching her firm ass, and gave her cheeks a squeeze. She moaned (more like purred) and continued to kiss me deeply. I slid my hand under the bottom of her little black dress, looking for the edge of her panties, but all I found was hot skin. The reason I hadn't seen her panties before, when I was eyeing her little black dress, was because she didn't have any on. This made me gasp, and as if she knew exactly why I gasped, she just sucked even deeper on my tongue. Her hands started rubbing my back, then quickly to my chest, and then headed straight for my crotch. She quickly grabbed my 7-inch cock through the fabric of my pants, and started to work it up and down. My fingers were playing with her bare ass, as she unzipped my pants and pulled my now throbbing cock out of my pants. Her hands were working magic on my rock hard cock, as I moved my hands to the front of her dress and slid a finger into her sopping (and bare!) pussy. She pushed me away, and quickly got onto her knees in front of me and started to lick my prick. She then kissed the head and started to swallow me whole. The feeling was absolutely out of this world, and I was quickly nearing an orgasm. Not wanting to explode to quickly and possibly end our passion, and even though it felt way to good to stop, I pulled my engorged dick out of her mouth with a 'pop', and pulled her up to standing again. I lifted her up off the floor and as if reading my mind, she wrapped her legs around me. I placed her ass on the handrail in the elevator, and with a quick plunge; I was inside the hottest, moistest, silkiest, tightest love-vice of my life. It was heaven on earth. She leaned back against the wall, with her arms now around my neck. She was barely supporting herself by her ass on the handrail and her pussy on my cock. I started a slow and powerful thrusting motion, as she bit her lip and moved her head from side to side. As I started to build up speed, I pulled further and further out with each stroke, and plunged even deeper in with each following stroke. Within a minute I was slam banging her as hard as I could, as she was starting to gasp for air. I could feel her inner muscles begin to twitch and contract as she started her first of several orgasms. Her breathings was almost panting, while a bead of sweat was dripping down her brow, as she started coming in a deep, gut wrenching orgasm that squeezed my cock like a powerful vice. As she started to build to her second orgasm, I used one arm to support her back and used my right hand to reach between our bodies and touch her clit. She exploded in her second orgasm, as I used my thumb and finger to gently roll her hard and sensitive clit. Feeling her silky vice clamp down for the second time was just too much for me. Knowing that the elevator could be starting any moment now, I slammed even deeper and harder into her. I flicked her clit with my fingers as I started to pulsate myself. My twitching and throbbing starting deep in my loins and quickly building to a powerful orgasm that rocked our worlds. I shot several thick, hot streams of jism deep inside her as I blasted against her cervix and g-spot, again and again. She came for the third and final time, as she milked my cock dry of all its manly juices. As quickly as it started, it ended. With another sudden lurch, the elevator started moving a gain. I quickly lifted her off the handrail, and back onto the floor, as we neared the lobby level. With a quick tug on her dress, she was back to her radiant self, as I struggled to push my now fully satisfied but still hard cock back into my pants. The elevator doors slid open with a "ding", and to my surprise, standing there was my wife. She looked at me and said with a very concerned look on her face "Are you alright? The elevator's been stuck for over 10 minutes." Before I could answer, my redheaded friend purred "he's wonderful" and walked right past my wife and out of my life. The Elevator She tries to keep her eyes on the ground, knowing she is being stared at. She tries to imagine what they are seeing, she looks down. She is wearing a mid-thigh length coat, so it almost seems like she is wearing nothing. There is a chain leading to the collar she is wearing, which He is holding in His hand as He leads her. He stops just before a building; He turns to her and asks her if she's ready, that it is time for her to show Him how much of a slut she is and how obedient she can be. She afraid to speak for fear she may call it off. So she just nods. She knows this is something that would please Him, and she very much wants to please Him. He takes her coat and gives her a once over, He is very glad He insisted she wear this particular dress. In the natural light it is almost see through. He reaches forward and pinches her nipples and rolls them in His fingers. She quietly moans and sways towards Him. He lets go of her nipples. He turns and leads her into the hotel. She focuses on just putting one foot in front of the other. When they stop and wait for the elevator she glances around and notices there's a lot of men watching her leering at her. She flushes and looks to Him for some strength; He pulls the chain until she is standing right next to Him. She can feel His strength and belief in her abilities. He leans down and whispers to her that He wants her to do this for Him, to make Him proud. She feels more sure of herself, remembering that she is doing this for Him. When the elevator arrives they step on. He goes to the back corner of the elevator, and turns to her. As soon as the doors close, he tells her to kneel in front of Him, she can here the men turning to see what is happening. She gets on her knees before Him. He winds a hand in her hair, as He tells her to take His cock out and suck on it. As soon as she has His cock out He forces her head forward. Although He isn't having to force very much, knowing that she has always loved sucking cock, though this is the first time He has made her do it like this. She puts His cock in her mouth; she relaxes and lets Him control her movements. He moves her head slowly and deeply, letting her enjoy feeling His cock slide in and out of her mouth and throat. She lets out a little moan from deep in her throat, which He feels. He quickens the pace, moving her faster but still just as deeply. She moans and squirms as much as she can with His cock in her mouth. She knows the others in the elevator are watching her avidly, she can feel they're eyes roaming over her. She can feel her pussy getting very moist; she can feel it starting to slide down the inside of her thighs. He pulls her head back until His cock is no longer in her mouth. He smiles gently down at her and tells her to turn and look at the men around her. She whimpers a little letting Him know she would really rather not look at them. His looks turns stern and He tells her much more firmly, leaving her with no doubt that she will regret it if she doesn't do as he tells her to. She turns around and quickly looks at them not letting herself really see them, then turns back around and looks to Him. He crouches down before her and tells her to turn completely around so that she is facing them. She moans not wanting to but knowing she must, to please Him. Once turned around facing the others in the elevator. She tries to keep her eyes on the floor, but she feels His hand under her chin lifting her head up until she has no choice but to look into their eyes. She shivers a little as she sees they are all looking at her with lust and desire in their eyes. She hears Him asking them if they'd like a sample of the lush young slut. She hears them all clamor to be the first one. He tells them that everyone will get a chance, and that; we'll start with the ones closest to her. A cock is put in front of her, and He forces her head forward. She takes the cock into her mouth, as she lets Him guide her and set the pace. She moans at the pleasure coursing through her knowing that this is pleasing Him. He leans down a little and tells her that He is very pleased, and that if she keeps it up He will give her a reward when they are alone. Encouraged she puts even more of herself into it. Moaning and moving to enflame them even more. The cock in her mouth explodes, and almost before she can swallow there is another there to replace it. She loses herself in her desire to please Him and sucks cock after cock, losing track of how many she has serviced now. She has become nothing more than a vessel for they're release, when she has serviced the last man. He pulls her up by her hair, and holds her close to Him. The men in the elevator are clamoring at her offering her anything and everything if she would just got with them. She holds Him tighter as he wraps her coat back around her. And whispers to her that He is so very pleased with her, and can't wait to show her how much. The elevator opens on their floor and they step out as she tries to avoid their eyes. Once off the elevator He tells her to turn and look at them, to look at what she has done to them. She looks at them as they vie for her attention, hearing them trying to entice her away from Him. She holds Him tight and shakes her head at them, and looks to Him and says "Only for You." The Elevator Jenny had decided to spend her Saturday in the shopping mall enjoying a little bit of retail therapy. After all, she deserved it. Her useless husband was a waste of space and her part time job was bringing in more income than he did full time. It was only fair that she was able to spend some of it on her. She'd placed most of her shopping in a locker of the Gold lounge of her favourite department store. Then she'd gone off in pursuit of some sexy lingerie. In her mind, she imagined the hunky contractor, Steve, she'd recently enjoyed the company of. Until then, she'd never been unfaithful to her hubby but not only was he a loser in life, he was a loser in bed, too. Shame she hadn't realised before she said "I do". Jenny had bought herself a skimpy matching set which included a pretty, lacy black G string with an equally skimpy black lacy bra. She was imagining Steve helping her out of them at some point and the thoughts were making her wet between her legs. Barely concentrating on her surroundings, she reached to top of the escalator and bumped into someone. "Sorry" she said as though on auto pilot, looking up and seeing a pair of eyes she recognised instantly. It was Dave, her first real love and bed mate. "Oh, Hiya" she beamed, her smile as the recognition struck her. They hugged like you would a long lost relative at the airport, Dave was as excited about seeing her. They'd met a few times since she'd been married, he even went to their wedding but the last time he'd seen her, she'd been with hubby (who was looking like a lost puppy). They talked as they walked, their conversation as open and chatty as it had ever been, like they'd been away on holiday, not a decade since they last spoke (or made love). "Say, why don't we go for a coffee?" she suggested and Dave was in complete agreement. He had only come to the mall to kill time until the pub opened at lunchtime. Maybe he could get her to come for a few drinks afterwards, the thought to himself. Jenny lead the way to her favourite department store which had coffee shop, heading for the lift as the café was on a different floor. Dave couldn't help but notice just how radiant Jenny looked. He still fancied her a decade (a marriage and two kids) later on and his eyes glazed over as he recalled the time's they'd spent together. It was the fear of commitment that drove them apart, she rebounded straight into the arms of Mark who she'd also date for many months before finding Mr Right (Yeah, right!) and getting married. The lift emptied of shoppers and the pair of them entered the lift before hitting the button for the lower ground level. The doors closed on them and began its descent. Jenny was just about to reopen the conversation when the lift lurched and juddered, overbalancing her into Dave's arms. He caught her and she looked up at him, noticing his pale blue eyes and rugged smile. God, she still fancied him. Visions of Steve were superseded with memories of her and Dave romping between the sheets, a porno movie on in the background as they "joined in!" "Are you OK?" he enquired, genuine concern in his voice. Jenny nodded and stood herself up. Dave pressed the alarm button and a few moments later the intercom was activated. Dave explained the situation and the security officer switched off the system whilst he made a 999 phone call. Dave and Jenny made small talk, joking with each other. She wasn't great in enclosed spaces and Dave was thinking he needed a drink, some thing stronger than coffee, that's for sure. Their general chit chat was interrupted by the security guy who had the misfortune of telling them that the fire service would be with them as soon as possible but, because of a fire at the local general hospital, there were no spare appliances to attend and it could be n excess of an hour before they arrived. He switched off the intercom before either of them could swear at him! "What are we going to do for the next hour?" she asked him. Dave knew what he wanted but he held himself in check for the time being. "What's in the shopping bag?" he enquired. Jenny showed him the skimpy underwear she had recently purchased and Dave looked impressed. "Let's see what it looks like on" he urged her. Jenny declined at first but she was secretly excited about meeting Dave and the damp feeling between her legs from earlier had moved from damp to dripping. Dave convinced her that she hadn't got anything he hadn't seen before and, anyway, he'd look the other way. Almost convinced, she turned her back towards him and whipped her top of, unclipping her bra and putting the new one on in a movement so swift, if changing underwear was an Olympic sport, Jenny would have won Gold! She lifted her skirt and pulled down her briefs, stepping into the new ones and pulling them up. Dave got a brief glimpse of her buttocks and remembered the noise his balls had made bashing against her beautiful bottom as he'd entered her from behind. And the trouble he'd had entering her anus, she at the time was an anal virgin. Jenny unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor as she twirled round and Dave saw her in the flesh, some black lacy material barely covering her modesty. He felt the stirrings in his lap of an erection and all he could say was "Wow!" "You like?" she said, licking her lips seductively. Dave smiled and was about to speak when the lift lurched momentarily, making her fall into his arms again, the suddenness taking them both by surprise. Dave threw his arms out to catch her and as he hugged her close, his actions had unclipped her bra. Neither of them knew this until she stood up and her bra fell down her arms to her feet. "You are lovely" Dave said to her, taking in her breasts for the first time in over a decade. At first Jenny felt embarrassed but she was actually enjoying the experience. Dave held her close again and pressed his lips against hers. "Stop, no" she protested between kisses, "I'm married now". Dave continued to kiss her, slowly, deeply, passionately. His tongue began to probe her mouth and again she protested, this time with less authority. "Stop" she moaned as he kissed her neck and worked his way up to her ear lobes, his tongue licking her more sensitive areas of her face, his warm breath increasing her own levels of arousal. His lips moved back to hers and she responded, her tongue now meeting his, her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Dave had moved a hand around from her back and had cupped one of her tits, the sensation almost causing him to ejaculate in his pants. Jenny moved a hand down to his crotch and felt the unmistakable feeling of his erection contained within his clothing. She pulled away from his kisses and dropped to her knees, hastily removing his trousers and pulling his briefs to his ankles, urgency in her movement. She remembered the enormity of his tool and the tell tale smell. Dave always lubed up quickly, pre cum on the tip of his dick almost instantly and a very strong masculine odour. Essence of testosterone Jenny had called it and it was unique to Dave and certainly from her long term relationships it had been unique. She touched Dave's erect cock and it seemed only like yesterday since she'd last touched it, remembering every last throbbing vein. She quickly drew breath before placing it into her waiting mouth, tasting him and loving it. Dave was in heaven, this horny ex girlfriend now giving him head in a lift was a real turn on. There was no cctv in this lift, only an intercom and he could relax and enjoy. As always, she was an expert at sucking cock and in no time at all, he could feel himself approaching climax. "I'm gonna cum shortly" he warned her, stroking her lovely short dark hair. She looked up at him. "Not in my mouth" she implored. "You know I don't like waste" "Shall I cum on your tits?" he asked. Jenny shook her head. "Up your arse?" he suggested. "No, don't waste it" she said again. "It'll have to be your pussy then" he said. Jenny thought about it for a moment, her oral actions temporarily suspended, her left hand masturbating him. Dave noticed her left hand wanking him and it looked so sweet, her wedding ringed hand wanking him off. She was married and she was playing with his dick. "You mustn't" she said in a token attempt to stop him. They both knew she wanted him to make love to her. Dave stood her up and turned her around, Jenny leaned forward so her hands were on the lift wall and Dave removed her G string, helping her step out of them, sniffing the wetness of her new briefs. With her arse stuck out in his general direction, together with her wiggle, Dave neared her with his erect cock. He placed his fingers around her warm wet cunt and his fingers probed at her. He moaned in pleasure as his fingers explored her inners, his expert fingers easily locating the areas that pleasured her most. Riding Jenny was like riding a bicycle. She moaned with pleasure again as his fingers worked away at her pussy. "Do it" she commanded. "Do what?" he teased her. "Fuck me" she ordered. "Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like before". Dave did not need a second invitation and his cock glided into her with ease. They both moaned in pleasure and he pushed himself gently deeper. "Oh, that feels so fucking good" she said out loud and Dave had to agree. Vaguely, in the distance, you could hear the store tannoy sending out sales messages about special offers but neither of them were that fussed, their attentions drawn to each other. "Does your husband mind you doing this?" Dave asked as he pounded his meat deep into her. She groaned between her laboured breathing. "Who cares?" she responded. "Have you cheated on him before?" "Mmm, you bet" Jenny replied, thrusting her hips back into his. Dave's fingers found her clit and he stimulated it, frigging and fucking her. "You're a bit of a randy bitch, aren't you?" Dave replied, his sensations increasing. "Fuck me and I'll tell you" Jenny responded, her humour as dry as ever. "When do you want me to stop?" Dave asked, his own breathing increasing. "When hell freezes over" she panted. His fingers worked her clit and she pushed back against his love rod, the penetration as deep as it could be, her arousal intensifying as her climax built. Dave was trying to hold onto his climax but could not contain himself, his ejaculation catching Jenny by surprise and the thought of Dave's warm sticky spunk in her sent her over the top and her climax struck. Jenny's body seemed momentarily paralysed as her muscles contracted, her breathing suspended until the climax abated. She felt exhausted and as her muscles began to relax, she could feel Dave's heart rate pounding through the big vein in his dick which was still buried inside her. "You've not lost your touch" Jenny said, smiling as she felt Dave's erection slide out of her with a slurping sound. "You could use a bit more practise" Dave jested with her. "When can we do it again?" They both laughed and gathered their clothing. Dave picked up her old panties and stuffed them in his pocket, a little momento of his interaction with his horny ex girlfriend. Jenny was clipping up her bra when a voice echoed down from above. It was the fire service. Dave and Jenny responded whilst dressing, their voices calm despite the slight panic. Panic soon lead to amusement and they laughed. "Fancy a proper drink at the pub?" Dave said. Jenny smiled. "Yes. Why not?" She was in no hurry to get back to her boring shit of a husband. "Maybe we could do this again?" Dave suggested. Jenny assumed he did not mean going for a drink together. Her train of thought imagined how erotic it could be if she could have Dave while hubby watched. Or maybe if she were to invite Mark, her boyfriend she'd dated after she'd split with Dave. A wicked smile appeared on her face. What about both of them? Now there's a thought. "You up for a challenge?" she said to Dave as the lift doors were prised apart. "What sort of challenge?" he replied, curiosity getting the better of him. "Buy me a drink, big boy, and I'll tell you" she said, giving his bum a playful squeeze before as the left the department store. The Elevator I waited impatiently for the elevator to arrive. I was on the top floor of the Houston Chase Bank Building's 70th floor. It was going to be a long ride down and I was in a hurry. The building was an attraction for tourists because of its height and the view it afforded so there were a lot of other people waiting as well. In anticipation of the elevator's arrival everyone, including myself, began to jockey for position to be one of the first on. I glanced from side to side to survey the crowd and gauge my next move when my eyes met and locked with yours. I felt at once that rare but familiar jolt of electricity run through my body straight to my center, making me tense with excitement and anticipation. I was suddenly hot, very hot. I could see the same reaction reflected in your eyes. Still waiting for the elevator and as if by some unspoken agreement we began to move toward one another, our eyes never shifting away. Just as we closed the distance between us, the familiar "ding" signaling that the elevator had arrived sounded and the doors slid open. You and I, swept forward ahead of the crowd, retreated to the rear and turned and faced front. I placed myself directly in front of you, my ass merely inches from your pelvis. The elevator filled to capacity, closed its doors and began its long descent. The small jolt that sometimes precedes movement served as our first means of contact as I was rocked back against you. My breath caught as I felt your rock solid arousal pressed against my ample ass. That one touch was all it took to send need for more coursing through my body. I pressed closer, as close and as imperceptive as I could I began to roll my ass against you. I felt your hand slide up and cup my cheek from behind. Oh how absolutely glorious it felt! The heat from your hand was like fire on my ass, I felt branded. I was suddenly very glad I had decided to wear my silk flared bottom skirt with sheer lining and my thong underwear! The thinness of the material and the heat of your hand are a perfect combination. I slowly reached my left hand back, the one less visible to the occupants and let it glide up the inside of your thigh. I opened my hand to cup your balls and with my thumb I began to stroke the length of your cock and press myself into you more. 60th floor, the doors open, passengers get off other passengers get on. Good, the more the merrier. I'm pressed further into your body and loving how hard and firm you feel to my entire backside. I "accidentally" drop my purse, there's no room to bend so I slide down the length of your body, never losing contact. As I slide back up I feel your cock, harder still pass between my shoulder blades, now at the center of my back, now at the small of my back and finally once again pressed to my ass, just at the cleft. Now I feel both of your hands come up behind and under my skirt cupping and massaging my ass, fingers running along the seam of the thong they slide up and inside me. I nearly swoon with the pleasure and desire that overcomes me. I press closer, ever closer nearly unmindful of those around us. As the wave of pleasure subsides, the elevator doors open. 54th floor, my nipples are so hard they seem to almost poke through the fabric of my blouse. The doors open, this time more passengers get off but fewer get on. No cover for clandestine encounters but more room to maneuver. I step to your left side and place myself in the corner between you and the wall. With my right hand I reach down and behind you and as we both stare straight ahead, like all the other passengers aboard, I bring my hand up between your legs and began to cup and stroke your balls. You place both your hands in front of you attempting to hide the telltale bulge that is continuing to rise. It is very convenient that you are wearing a suit in which the jacket hangs loosely and below your hips. It hides so well what I am doing to you and your reaction to it. I become bolder now and reach my hand up toward the front of your trousers. Again I stroke and alternately grip your cock, massaging it into full arousal. God how I wish I could go down on my knees and take that magnificent member into my mouth! As I stroke my mind wonders what it would be like, the feel, the taste, the sight of it. "Ding", another floor, unbelievably we've gone ten more floors, the number 44 shows above the door. I pause in my ministrations and await the disposition of the occupants. Unexpectedly the remaining passengers get off and no one gets on. This is an opportunity that can't be passed up! Quickly, there's no time to waste! I back up against you once again and press my ass into you full. I lean forward nearly touching the floor and began to grind myself onto your bulging cock. You place both hands on my hips, pull me hard against you and match the rhythm I have begun. With our knees bent we dip and grind together, taking advantage of the downward motion of the elevator that aids our rocking and increases the rhythmic pace. Though momentarily caught up in the heat of the moment, we are both still aware of where we are and what little time we have. The numbers of the floors rapidly flash by as we continue our lustful decent. Then, the telltale slowing of the elevator signals a pending stop. We quickly stand and step away from each other, adjust our garments and assume the facial appearance of disinterest common among strangers temporarily in one another's company. The inevitable "ding" comes and once again the car fills with passengers. This time we are separated and are no longer able to make contact. The elevator descends, stopping now and then until finally we reach the ground floor. Everyone exits going their separate way. We each hazard a glance in the direction of the other and share a half smile, undetected by the passing crowd. I rush forward on to my next appointment savoring the erotic moment just shared and counting it as another fantasy fulfilled. I am filled with excitement and anticipation thinking how I can't wait to get home tonight! Our lovemaking is always intensified after one of our "special" trips into the city! The Elevator "Again I have to pick my younger sister up from school, another detention. No big, I know where the school is, after all I did go there for 4 years, I do know my way around. I'm sure I can find something to do. The school has changed since my time, 7 years ago. If I'm there early I can have a look around, talk to some of my old teachers etc. I'll find something." Realizing I'm talking to myself, I turn on the radio in the car. "Singing is better than talking to myself" I say out loud, as if someone can hear me. Fond memories of high school engulf my thoughts for the rest of the journey. I arrive at the school. As I look up at the once familiar school grounds I mutter, "Whoa" what happened here? They must of got a huge chunk of change to do all this." I go inside and marvel at the changes. Finally come across a familiar face, the school librarian. I was friends with her son growing up, so as women tend to do, we start to chat about what I've been up to what she's been up to, what her son has been up to. In the content of the conversation we learn that both her son and I are married, have kids and are very happy with our lives. We talk about the new things that the school has been doing and she shows me her new library. Once the size of a small office room, where me and my friends meet up before and after school everyday, the library now has 4 floors and needs an elevator to access them. She tells me that she has to run, but leaves me with the keys to lock up when I'm done and put the keys in her mailbox after taking the self tour of the new place I used to call home. I check the time. "about an hour left" That's plenty of time. I deicide to start at the 4th floor and work my way down. I browse around and get a little overwhelmed with the memories and feel the 'at ease' feeling that I now realize I took for granted those years back. I hear a familiar voice "Hey Ma?" I poke my head around the corner, "Mike?" "Hey Mel what are you doing here?" he says as he doesn't hesitate to run up and give me one of his 'Mike' hugs. You know those hugs that your friends give and only they can do it. I tell him that I'm picking up my sister and ran into his mom and I had the keys to lock up. Like those innocent years before we talk for what seemed like forever. Joking, laughing, friendly jesters of "bumping" into each other as we talked. I was one of the guys in high school and in Mike's eyes I still am. The evidence of this was proven when he started playfully poking me in the face (which he knows I can't stand). We start to goof off, going back and forth with the poking, and licking, yes he likes to lick my face, weird I know. Within the playing he was going on about the new computer lab that was down stairs. He wanted to show me what they could do. We get in the elevator, the door closes behind us. He, again, pokes me in the cheak. I respond with "oh Yea?" as I jump up wrap my legs around him and lick his face from the left cheak to the right. I start the return back to the left and his tongue stops mine. It startled me and I went to back up as he clenched me tighter and kissed me deep. I soon relaxed, returning the passionate kiss. He pulls back, "I've been wanting to do that for years" he says as he firmly grabs my ass, while I lower my feet to the floor. Standing there stunned, "Anything else that you've been wanting to do for years that I should know about?" I try to get it out without him hearing my voice quiver. He smirks his boyish grin, "I don't know if I should, might freak you out." "I'm not sure at this point ANYTHING will freak me out" I chuckle. "OK....." He guides his hands past my face. I flinch out of habit. We both chuckle. "I'm not going to hurt you." He pauses, chuckles deeper, and says to himself "well not yet." We both smile as he grasp the back of my head and leans in to kiss me. Our lips press together, mouths slowly open to invite the others tongue to explore. Progressively more aggressive, tongues start to thrust into each other mouths. In one swift movement before I know what is happening he pulls me close, grabs my ass, lifts me, as my legs instinctually wrap around him. He clenches me tighter, pulling my hips against him. I can feel him throbbing through his pants. He slowly moves to sit in the folding chair in the elevator. As soon as he hits the chair he thrusts into me, making sure there is no mistake of what he wants. I push his head away from mine, releasing our lips from each other. I nibble gently on his neck in front of me, work my way down the front of his chest. His tank top is in the way of what I want. I grab the collar of his thin tank top in my teeth, grab either sides with my hands and tear it open exposing his chest. Eagerly I sink my teeth into him. My hips grinding against his throbbing cock he can't help but grab them. He throws his head back in total acceptance. I continue kissing his chest, grazing his nipples with my tongue, gently sucking. I continue my journey down his stomach, kissing, nibbling, biting, and finally reach this belt. I grab the buckle with my teeth, start working the worn brown leather though it with my tongue. I get impatient and grip his belt and get it undone, seems like it takes eternity. Another obstacle, I get through the button fly....who thought those were a good idea? To my surprise and relief no more obstacles. What I want is right in front of me all 10inches of it. His cock so hard every vein is pulsing. I get a little nervous wondering if I can take something that big as I've never had the experience before. I notice the bit of wetness on the tip. I look at him and softly lick it off. He takes a deep breath....I know what he wants. I swirl my tongue around the tip, around the rim, lick down the shaft to his balls and take the left one in my mouth. The surprise forces him to jolt his hips forward allowing me enough time and room to get his pants to his knees. I lick his shaft again, not taking my eyes off him, while taking his pants completely off. He's breathing is becoming more and more stressed....I finally take it all in my mouth, giving him exactly what he wanted. He's legs quivers in delight, back arched, head back, moaning uncontrollably. I love every minute of it, I love it when the guy can't control his actions. Turns me on even more and I start to feel the juices dripping out of my pussy. I want all the control now. As I'm sucking him I run my tongue inside my mouth up and down his shaft. He realizes what the tongue ring is for, he always used to ask me, and now he knows. His cock is throbbing, it's almost too big for my mouth. His moans are louder, turning me on more, and more with every breath he takes. I can't take the wait anymore, I come up, kiss him deeply. "Mike, eat my pussy. I want you to taste my cum." He guides me down to the floor, bites my pussy through my jeans, forcing me to let out a pleasurable scream. He's so strong and so impatient he tears the button to my jeans, and breaks the zipper. Before I know it my pants are off and his face is buried deep in my pussy. His tongue caressing every fold and crevasse. The scruff of his upper lip tickling my clit, making it stand erect. My soft pussy skin pressed into his face, just the sight of it makes my muscles spasm and cum flow out of my pussy. He tries to keep up, sucking as fast as he can, but he wasn't ready for me. He sucks what he can off my pussy lips. I pull him up to my face to kiss me, I love the taste of my cum. I kiss him, my tongue tasting every drop of my cum left in his mouth, sucking it off his bottom lip gently. I whisper to Mike "what do you want?" "I want to fuck you. Always wanted to know what it was like." He rubs his cock up and down my lips teasing my pussy. I get wetter just watching him do it and thinking about what's coming next. He leans towards me, our lips meet, simultaneously he inserts his tongue in my mouth and thrusts his cock deep inside my tight wet pussy. Confused at first of why he was so deep in my mouth, he stretched my pussy so much I let out a scream that would have been heard through out the town had he not been muffling me. He waited for a second, for the screams to subside to a tolerable moan. He began slowly, increasing speed and depth with every thrust. I came again, I started to scream, cum flowing down his cock, down my ass, soaking into the rug in the elevator. He suddenly stopped, "Ride me Mel." He commanded as he sat back on the chair. I eagerly complied. With on leg on either side of him I grabbed his now slippery cock, I wanted to suck it more. I bent over and sucked my cum off his cock. Throbbing even more now than before I positioned myself, teased him with my pussy. He moaned from the heat he felt as it dripped onto him. Gently touching the head with my pussy lips, I forced my pussy onto him. Again he stretched me far enough to make me scream. It felt so good, I wasn't used to a cock that big. I start to give him the ride of his life. Up and down, non-stop, bucking my hips with every orgasm. Both of us moaning, screaming for each other. "oh..don't stop, don't stop...." He grabs my hips and pulls me further onto him, making me fuck him harder. He's so deep I keep cuming, and cuming, I almost can't take it because I'm not getting a break. His moans are turning me on so much that I can't stop, I love pleasing him, love making him have no control over what his body is doing. "Oh, don't stop....don't.....I'm gonna cum" he screams. "mmm...where do you want it?" "In my mouth. Fuck my face" I whisper in his ear, telling him where I want him to release. I quickly get off him, get onto my knees and take his cock in my mouth. He grabs the back of my hair, guiding me. I eagerly suck his cock again, hungry, impatiently awaiting for what I've been wanting. "Oh, FUCK....yea...mmmm...fuck that's good.....oohh, oh, oh fuck YESSSSSSSSS." My mouth gets filled with hot cum. I keep sucking making sure I don't miss anything, I want to leave him completely pleased. I wipe my lips while he slumps in the chair. While I'm gathering up and sorting out the clothes, exhausted he gets out "that was nothing like I imagined, that was freakin fabulous." I look at my watch "Oh shit, I got to get my sister! Detention is over!" I push the button and as the elevator is headed for the 1st floor we scurry to get dressed and clean up what we can with his torn shirt. "Don't worry, we'll just throw it out, I loose these things all the time anyway. No one will question." The doors open to the 1st floor, the shirt is tossed the trash can, Mike and I hug. I lock up. Keys in the mail box. The Elevator Let's see.... A story. Romantic and erotic. This is, of course, purely fictional. Just a fantasy. (This happens some when, no time or place in particular.) * I was in the lobby, waiting for the elevator in the hotel I was staying at, across the street from the convention center, where I was taking part in a few seminars. The convention center was packed this weekend. They had 3 different conventions going on at the same time in different parts of the center and a lot of people were staying at this hotel. There were a lot of people waiting for the elevators. When the elevator finally came down and opened up there was a rush of people and we all piled into the elevator, crowding the small car to capacity. I worked my way to the back corner and stood against the wall. Everyone in the car was squeezing up against each other. A few were pushed back against me and I tried to ignore it. It wouldn't last more than a few minutes and I was probably going to be one of the last to get out. I had a suite near the top floors. Normally, I wouldn't have gotten more than just the smallest and least expensive room, being just me, but being part of the convention seminars meant the company was putting me up, and this was all the hotel had available. Nice. That's when I noticed the woman in front of me was pushed back against me with a lot of pressure. It was crowded, but I didn't think it was that crowded. I also noticed her perfume. It was very light and somehow familiar. Very light perfume mixed with the smell of freshly washed hair. She had gorgeous hair. Silky looking and natural. It wasn't moussed or sprayed to death. If it had been colored, it was done just right. It was right under my nose. The light scent of her was intoxicating. I noticed she was still pressing back against me. Her backside fit against me with an intimacy I was sure wasn't accidental. She was nicely figured and had a mature sexiness that I found hard to ignore. Something was familiar about this, but I couldn't quite figure it out. People were getting off and coming on and the car wasn't exactly emptying out as much as I had thought it would. That's OK, I thought, she was still pressing back against me and hadn't made any attempt to move forward. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of her against me when I felt her hand reach back and squeeze the side of my thigh. Now I knew she wanted my attention, and she had it. I still hadn't seen her face and I was trying to remember if there had been anyone during the day that I may have made eye contact with and maybe flirted with. Harmless, but you do it anyway at these things. I couldn't remember any of that happening. It had been a very busy day. No one could see what she was doing, but it was doing a real job on my self-control. With her hand firmly squeezing along my thigh and the feel of her backside pressing against me, I was beginning to respond in what could become very embarrassing should she decide to move away from me and leave me exposed with a very obvious reaction. I decided to see if this was a tease or something else. I moved my hand up and placed it on her hip, just inside the arm that was behind her squeezing my leg. I squeezed her waist just at the point it became her hip and was rewarded with more pressure against me. Nice waist, soft and firm. Her butt was driving me crazy. So was her back. It was a strong back, with the wideness that promised a generous abundance of breast. This was driving me crazy. And it was so familiar. I was sure I knew this woman who was causing a reaction in me that I hadn't felt since.... The elevator door opened then and more than half of the people got off. That's when I noticed she had been holding a large poster in front of her, in effect, hiding us from what we had been doing. I put both hands on her hips and squeezed as I pulled her back against me with no resistance. I ran my hands down her hips to her thighs and softly stroked my fingers across her beautifully round behind. Damn! What a nice butt! I was so engrossed in the sexy roundness of her bottom that I didn't notice we were now alone on the elevator car as it stopped at my floor. That's when she stepped toward the door pulling me with her. I was mesmerized and completely at her whim. Pulling me off the elevator she turned around and kissed me with a passion that brought back a forgotten youth like a slap in the face. I did know her! "Hello, Farmboy," she said softly. "Hello Hotstuff," I said even softer. She felt good. I felt like a nuclear furnace. I was afraid to let go of her. She wasn't letting go of me either. "Let's get out of this hall. We've got some catching up to do." We went into my suite and closed the door behind us. This had all taken place in the four minutes it took for the elevator car to stop and go up 26 stories! Once inside my suite, we stood inside the door, holding each other tightly. I don't think either one of us wanted to let go of the other one. It had been a very long time, and the feel of her body against mine and the tight squeeze of her arms around me felt like the two missing pieces of a puzzle finally put together. We kissed as if it were the last time we would ever kiss anybody. Her lips felt amazing. Soft, demanding, compliant. Our tongues touched, dancing against each other, exploring, creating a growing excitement that demanded more. I held her tight against me. My arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her tight against me. My hands slid down and I grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed, kneading and stroking, pulling her against my thigh, which was tense and hard against her crotch. I could feel the heat from her as she wrapped her legs around my leg and ground her pelvis against my thigh. We were both getting worked up. Her soft full breasts were pressed tight against my chest. I could feel her nipples through her blouse touching me. My squeezing and lifting of her soft round ass cheeks and her riding my leg were having the effect we both wanted. We were both approaching the point of no return. I started to ask her, "How did..." and she stopped me with "After..". Good, because the only thing I wanted to do was touch her. Everywhere. With my fingers, my tongue, my eyes, my lips, my skin. I wanted to touch her everywhere. I wanted to touch her in places and ways that no one else had. I wanted her to feel that touch afterward no matter where she was, no matter when. I wanted to feel her body and make her feel this sexual excitement for as long as she wanted it. I wanted to feel it too. It had been a very long time since I had felt this and I was hoping it was the same for her. I could have been wrong, but it didn't feel that way. I was burning up, being enflamed by feelings that been hidden away for a long time. Sure, after we had gone down our separate paths I had relationships that had been hot and heavy, my own marriage had started out like that. But time and the stresses of life had dulled some of that. I'm sure she had gone through some of that too. Plus, there were some things you could do with one partner that you could never do with another. Different inhibitions, different turn-ons, different wants and needs. Different levels of trust. Our breathing was getting very heavy. She was almost there, rubbing my leg and holding me tight. Our lips and tongues hadn't separated since we came into the room. I reached around even more and slid my hand up between her open thighs, gripping her ass cheek right where it became her hot center. I squeezed and pressed firmly against her hot mound from behind, feeling the moist heat and putting pressure with my finger tips against her anus, feeling even more heat. Her thighs clamped around my leg were strong and she was beginning to tense up, her hips were starting to jerk in short movements as she finally reached the point of no return. She held me even closer as a low moan escaped from deep inside her as she gave in to the orgasm that went through her entire body. She kept whispering my name in my ear over and over. God, that turned me on to hear her voice in my ear! The feeling of her pressed against me shaking and trembling made my desire for her even stronger. Her breathing was heavy and her arms were still around my neck as I picked her up and carried her over to the couch. Placing her on the couch I started to remove her jacket and blouse. She was doing the same to me. She pulled my shirt off and ran her hands through my chest hair, rubbing her hands over the muscles in my chest and arms, squeezing and touching. I could feel the difference in the way she was touching me. When we were younger, our touching had been intimate, naïve, exploring sexual boundaries. Now both of us were exploring each other with the accumulated experiences of other relationships, job experiences, and family responsibilities. All that did was return more complete information about each other to our overloaded senses. The need to know more was driving us both to explore this chance meeting as far as we could carefully take it. Both of us wanted more. I could feel the tremor go though her when I stroked my finger-tips around and over and across her full round breasts. Cupping and squeezing them, I rubbed the taut nipples between my fingers and thumbs, making them stand out even more with the attention they were getting. I bent down to lick and suck on her nipples as I squeezed her ample tits and marveled at how beautiful they were. She caught her breath very time I nipped her nipples with my teeth, making them very stiff. She had managed to get my belt undone and pushed my pants down by this time. Her hands we touching and stroking my stomach muscles, squeezing my ribs and finally wrapped around my hardness. It was amazing how warm her hands were. How just simply touching me made me so hard that it felt like I was bigger than ever. She was stroking me with a knowing firmness that was sending shock waves through me. My breathing was getting heavier as she slowly stroked my hard cock with both hands, making me want more. She sat down on the couch and leaned back, lifting her hips as I pulled her pants down off her hips, off her smooth thighs, and off her legs completely. She was still one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She was sexy in that coquettish way young women are, but with that tinge of mature sexiness that I had found as I grew older made an older woman even more desirable and giving. I also noticed something else. She was bare. No hair anywhere except her head. I wanted to touch and explore every inch of that bare skin. I wanted to immediately go down on her and taste her. It was obvious she was very wet, and the sight of her was driving me crazy. "My turn," she said, as she pulled my hardness to her mouth and kissed the blood engorged head. She held me against her check, feeling the heat and the length. I ran my hands through her hair. That soft beautiful hair. She started licking the length of me, causing even more pressure to build up. She then slowly started to suck on me, slowly taking more of me into her hot, wet mouth, running her tongue back and forth under the tip as she tried to take as much of me as she could into her mouth. I could feel my entire length being engulfed as she deep-throated me. Damn! I didn't think I could hold back. I wanted to cum. Hard. I pulled her away and pushed her back on the couch. I knelt down and grabbing her ankles, lifted her legs over my shoulders, spreading her thighs. I went down on her slowly. Kissing and softly sucking on the inner part of her thighs, working my way closer to the swollen lips of her bare pussy, glistening with the wetness of her earlier orgasm. I wanted to give her more. Her scent was intoxicating and turned me on even more than I thought I could be at this point. I kissed her mound, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands. She lifted herself up, offering more. I took it. I started licking up and down the smooth skin of her pussy lips as she held my head with her hands. She was hot, her lips were swollen and sensitive. As I licked up and down and closer to her clit, her hips started to rock back and forth more. I started to focus my attention on her hot swollen clit, pushing the button with my tongue, making it as hard and stiff as my swollen cock. Finally, I started to suck as hard as I could on her clit, holding it gently between my teeth, not letting it go, flicking my tongue back and forth over it as I sucked. She was arching her back and pushing my head down even harder on her overheated cunt. Her breathing was becoming short and ragged. I was enjoying her smell, the taste of her, the feel of her skin, everything. I could feel her start to cum as her hips started to jerk and spasm against my lips and tongue. She was breathing hard as she sat up and pulled me to her, guiding my extremely hard cock to her wet pussy lips. As soon as she had my cock head in her she reached around and, grabbing my butt, pulled me into her in one long stroke. God, it felt amazing. She was super wet and very hot. The way she squeezed my cock with her cunt mean't I wouldn't last long enough at this rate. And I wanted to last a very long time. "Oh yeah! That's it. Fuck me, Farm Boy, give it to me!" she breathed as I stroked in and out of her hot wetness. The sight of my hard thick cock going in and out of her bare pussy lips and the strong grip she had on me was starting to get to me. She sensed the tightening in my body and decided to change positions in order to prolong my ability to stay hard. She pulled me over to the couch and made me sit back while she climbed back up on top and grabbing my hard slick cock, slid back down on me, taking me all the way into her hot wetness. "Oh my god!' we both said at the same time. We were both holding each other tight. Her beautiful tits were right in my face, and I startled to suck and lick the nipples hard, making them thick and stiff from the added attention. She was moving hard on my cock, feeling all of it inside, her hot wet pussy squeezing the length, really grinding down. I was squeezing her ass with one hand while the other held her waist. I started stroking her pussy from behind with my middle finger, rubbing the wetness from her pussy across the sensitive area between her cock stuffed pussy and her anus. "More" she breathed heavily in my ear as she pushed down harder on my thick thrusting cock and back on my rubbing finger. I started rubbing her anus with my wet finger tip. Her breathing got heavier the more I rubbed her ass. The more I focused on her ass, the less I wanted to cum. I was still hard as a rock, just distracted enough to stay with her for this ride. I decided it was time to fuck her in both holes at the same time. I pushed my wet middle finger into her anus, feeling her tighten up and then push back even more to get my finger deeper. "OH, oh, yesss! That's it. Fuck me! Fuck me!" she cried softly into my ear. I thought of something else I could do that might stimulate her even more. I reached back with my free hand and gave her exposed ass a hard stinging slap! "Oh yes! Yes!" she cried out as she started her amazing orgasm. The extra stimulation took both of us over the edge as we both came strongly in and on each other. We were both breathing like we'd run a marathon, but we weren't moving from each other. Not yet. "Wow!" I said into her ear. "Oh yeah. Wow!" she said, catching her breath. "Want more, or do you want to rest a little?" I asked. "I think we should take a shower and go from there" she said. "OK," I said, "but don't bend over in there, or I'll have to take advantage of your position." "Is that a promise?" she asked. Oooo, this was different. "That's a promise." I said. The night was only half over. We slowly got up from the couch, she held my hand as we went to the bathroom to take our shower. The water was hot. We both liked long hot showers. I enjoyed the feel of her body and the feel of her hands on mine as we soaped each other up. I especially enjoyed rubbing her back, her shoulders and neck. Slowly squeezing my soapy hands up and down her backside. I especially enjoyed the feel of her soft, round ass cheeks in my cupped hands as we held each other, slippery with soap and hot water. Her hands were sliding up and down my body. We were exploring and touching each other the same way. Kissing her in the shower and feeling her soapy body against mine was exhilarating. Showering off the soap made our skin stick to each other without sliding. It was intoxicating to feel her after all the time that had passed. (She didn't bend over in the shower, in case you were wondering.) "Just for the record, Farm Boy, that hurt," she said. "I apologize," I said. "Can I kiss it and make it better?" "Maybe," she said, smiling. I loved to see her smile. God, she was beautiful! I toweled her off and we went into the bedroom and laid on the bed, propping ourselves against the headboard. She was leaning against my chest, laying on me with her legs wrapped over my legs. She rubbed my chest as I rubbed her neck, shoulders and back, every once in a while sliding my hand down to rub slowly between her round cheeks. It was exciting and relaxing at the same, as if we had always been like this. She tentatively rubbed my now soft but still full cock as we talked about our lives. We talked about her children, her professional life, my professional life, and the places we'd been. We only surreptitiously talked about our marriages, as if that would intrude and take away this time together, knowing we would have to go back to our lives all too soon. We talked for what seemed hours, but wasn't even as long as the forceful sex we had had earlier. We talked as if it were just yesterday, as if no time had passed. Now we wanted to just be with each other for the short period of time that was left to us. She was going to be here for a few more days, I was supposed to be leaving later in the morning and I couldn't change the flight. I was sort of singing a piece of a song I knew when she asked me what it was. I told her I would send it to her so she could hear the whole thing and let me know what she thought. Our absent-minded touching had energized both of us to the point where she had decided it was time for more intimate contact. She kissed my chest and slowly worked her way down to my now recharged hardness, licking and softly sucking my length. My pulse was pounding, she was driving me crazy with her biting and sucking. I started to rub her wet lips from behind, my hand between her thighs, trapped by her soft, still tender cheeks. We were both squirming and maneuvering each other to give ourselves the maximum stimulation we could without pushing the other one too soon over the edge. I was slowly rubbing and lightly slapping her swollen lips and the stiff button that was demanding my attention, while squeezing one of her large full breasts and lightly twisting the excited nipple. My hand would remember the feel of that breast for a long time. She had been sucking me and rubbing her hands all over my cock and balls, making me harder and ready for her. I could feel her mounting frustration as she finally twisted around and climbed on top, slowly sliding down on my hardness. I could hear her breath as she slowly exhaled while impaling herself on my hardness. The Elevator I am so freaking late, thought Lauren Rowe to herself. She ran a comb through her new bob hairstyle and ran out the door. Her cell suddenly rang. She dove I her person to grab it. "Hello." "Hey Lauren baby where are you I have been down here for like 15 minutes." Lauren sighed and pushed the elevator button. I so can't deal with this crap today, thought Lauren. "Michael, baby I am on my way. I am at the elevator. Just give me a second." Lauren looked up to see a guy walk up beside her to get on the elevator. The first thing she noticed about him was his gorgeous smile. His dimples were deep and strong. He had dark low cut hair that was lightly spiked. He was dressed in black slacks and a button down shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. His build was not overly muscular, but she could tell he did attend the gym. Wow he is cute, thought Lauren. Michael continued to whine about her lateness. The elevator doors opened and Lauren and her mystery cutie got on. "Michael I am getting on now. Hello, hello. Michael are you there?" "I do not think the phone works in the elevator that well," smiled the guy. "Yeah, I just realized that. Thanks." Lauren pushed the button hoping that it would make the elevator go faster. Michael was beginning to be a big pain. While she had been dating him on a again off again for close to two years he had become way to controlling. He wanted everything to be on his schedule. He wanted her to be on time constant. The worst of all was the sex. He wanted it on a specific day, a specific way, and oh it was so boring. No spontaneity at all. Lauren felt the elevator suddenly jerk up, then it abruptly stopped between the 22 and 21st floor. Lauren bumped into the guys arms and he held her. She could smell his cologne and he smelled great. "Are you ok," asked the guy? Lauren stood up. "Yeah, I think so. Thank you for catching me. What happen?" " I think we are stuck." "Oh no. No, I can not be stuck. All we have to do is press these buttons and make this thing move." She started pushing al the floors. Nothing happen. "This cannot be happening. I am stuck in the elevator with a guy I do not even know. Michael is going to be so pissed." "Look calm down. First thing first I am Adam. Second, if you stay cool and collected we will probably be out of here in a minute or two. Adam walked to the panel and pressed the help button. Their cries of help was responded back quickly. "How can I help you?" "Hey we are stuck between the 21 and 22nd floor. Can you please get us out here." "Unfortunately sir, It will be a while. Mantenance is stuck in traffic in that pile up accident on the highway. He will not be here for a while. Stay put and he will be there as soon as possible. Adam turned and smiled sheepley at Lauren. "Looks like were are going to be here for a while." "Oh crap this sucks big time." Lauren threw her purse on the floor and starred at her phone hoping that a signal bar would come on. No such luck. "Look its not that bad. I have water and some food in my bag. And I am pretty sure the maintenance man will be here soon so you can meet your boyfriend." "He is a good friend. I would not say boyfriend." Adam looked at her curiously. He had seen her before in the apartments. She usually was on her phone. He had wanted to say something to her before, but did not know what. All he knew was that she was gorgeous. He never had thought about dating a black woman before, but she was literally irresistible. She had an athletic type body that was not skinny like he was used to, but sexy. Right now he kept starring at her breast as she sighed at her annoyance of being in the elevator. They jiggled slightly as she exhaled sharply. He cleared his throat to shake off the growing penis in his pants. "Um so I told you my name now the friendly thing to do is a least tell me yours since we will be in here for a while." "I am sorry I do not want to come off bitchy. I am Lauren. Sorry about all the ranting and raving." "Nice to put a name with the frown. Just joking . I have seen you before a few times." Wow, thought Lauren. He has noticed me. Nice to know I have someone like him looking. He is absolutely gorgeous. He keeps grinning that irresistible smile at me. Oh and it has been so long since I have had some real passionate sex. And he looks like he would be great in bed. Who am I kidding he is probably just making conversation. "Yeah, I have lived here for about a year now. Nothing like this was on the tour of the place though." "I have lived here about 4 months. I moved from Georgia." "Oh, No wonder the sexy accent southern accent." Did I just say sexy accent, thought Lauren. He smiled at her. "So you think my accent is sexy, huh." "I guess if you like accents. Some people might find it to be. Whoo wow it is getting hot in here." "Really, not to me. Look why don't we play a game to kill time." "With what? Do you have cards in your bag or something." "Actually I do." He reached in his bag and pulled out a deck of cards. "What do you do? Work at a casino or something?" laughed Lauren. "You would think so huh. No I work at an advertisement agency these cards were in a gift bag I got a party we hosted. While we are on professions what do you do?" " I am a sports agent. I do nothave any big time clients, but I do pretty well for myself." "Wow then I will coming to you for my floor seats, next basketball season." "Yeah, well what game do you want to play?" "Poker, and since you said you were hot lets make is spicy and play strip poker." "You are joking right." He looked at her in the eyes. His grayish blue eyes looked intensely in hers. "Does it look like I am joking. This is of course unless you are chicken to play me." He studied her face and saw her frown. "Chicken, I do not think so. Only reason I asked is because I do not want the maintenance man to come and find you naked caused I beat your socks of literally." Even though, that would be a great sight to see. "Well Lauren you are on." I can not wait to see those breasts, thought Adam. They sat on the floor of the elevator and dealt the cards. "So Mr. Adam show me what you got." " Two pair, how about you?" "Oh sucks to be you cause I've got a flush." "Crap, what do you want me to take off?" "Umm lets see. I think that shirt has to go." He unbuttoned his shirt and revealed his muscular arms and hard chest under his tank top. Lauren could only start intently at them without suddenly feeling so turned on. "Your deal Lauren." She dealt the cards. "What can you say to another flush Adam." "How about full house." "Lucky you. To bad it is your only win of the night. What do you want me to take off, better make it count." "Since we are taking off shirts you do the same." Lauren put her hands at the bottom of her shirt and slowly put in over her head. Adam watched at her breast emerged from under the top. They pushed against her lace black bra. He pictured himself burying his head beneath the two globes. Alisha lost the next hand. "Are you sure these cards are not rigged Adam." "No, so lose the pants." He watched he push the pants down her firm hips and butt. She had turned around so her butt was facing him. Her butt was covered in matching black lace boy shorts. Please do not let him see my wetness, thought Lauren. She dealt the cards not able to look at his face. Adam stared up and down her body. He stopped and looked at her navel, which exposed her belly ring on her flat stomach. "So what do you have Adam." " You show me and I will show you." Somehow that sounds sexual to Lauren. She felt her body heat up when he said it. "Two of a kind." "One pair." "Then lose the pants Adam. They have to go." He stood up and starred at her. He unbuckled his pants and let them fall exposing his hard bulging penis in his boxers. He looked at his penis and then smiled to Lauren. Lauren licked her lips and stared at it. It was smooth, about 9'inch, and thick. She felt her pussy twitch. She knew he could see her wetness now. Lauren stood up and paced the elevator floor trying not to do what she wanted. Adam pulled her to him and pushed his lips onto hers. He kissed her lips softly and their tongues entangles with one anothers He slid his hands down her side to the heat of her pussy. He let his fingers rub the outside of the panties. "You are so wet. Did you get this wet for me?" He pushed the fabric aside and pushed his fingers into her pussy. Lauren moaned into his lips as she felt him work his fingers in and out of her. She gripped his head and pushed him deeper into the kiss. He massaged her clit with his thumb as he pushed three fingers in and out of her pussy. Lauren felt herself about to cum. " Adam, I am going to cum." Moaned Lauren. He pushed his fingers in deeper. "Open your eyes and look at me as you cum." Lauren opened her eyes slowly and looked into Adam lustful dark grey eyes. She felt her body tremor and squeeze his fingers as she came. Adam removed his fingers and licked them clean. "You taste as sweet as I thought you would." "Lets see if you taste good as well." Lauren dropped to her knees and stuck out her tongue and licked up and down Adam's penist. "Oh yeah Lauren like that." She sucked the head in her mouth like a sucker and let her tongue roll around the head. Adam placed his hand on her head on rubbed his hands in her hair as she sucked. Lauren pulled his penis farther in her mouth until the head hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down on his penis sucking it farther and harder into her mouth. As she pulled up on it she let her tongue swirl across the head. Adam pulled Lauren up and laid her on the elevator floor. "I want you Lauren." Lauren opened her legs and let him see her sex. Adam dug in his pants for a condom. He put it on and slid a finger into her wet pussy. He placed himself and the entrance and rubbed his penis up and down her slit. "Put it in Adam. Stop torturing me." Adam grinned and pushed his penis into Lauren and stopped until she adjusted to his size. Her pussy was so tight around his penis. He pushed in deeper and harder with each stroke. Lauren gripped Adam's back and matched his thrust. She wrapped her legs around his back to deepen each stoke. Adam leaned and sucked in Laurens nipple into his mouth. He let his tongue swirl and nibble on it. He heard Lauren moan as he nibbled and sucked. "Oh right there Adam. I , I am about to cum. Cum with me please, Adam." Adam felt Lauren's pussy muscles squeeze his penis as she began to cum. He could not take it any longer. He pushed into Lauren with deeper harder strokes as he came unloading his seed into the condom. He laid down and switched positions putting her on top of him as they caught there breath. He left his penis in her until it shrank and he removed the condom. He kissed her forehead as she slept on his naked chest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep as well. "Hello, Hello. Is anyone in the elevator?" said a voice over the intercom. Lauren jerked up and realized where she was. She shook Adam slightly and stood and answered the intercom. 'Hello yeas, we are still here? Can you get us out?" Adam got up and walked behind her and kissed her neck. He let his hands lazily pay with her breast as she talked on the intercom. Lauren mouthed stop to him, but moaned when he pinched her nipple. "Yes, ma'am I will have you two out of there in just about 10 minutes. Sorry for the delay." "No problem at all." Said Adam into the intercom. They heard it buzz off. "So we have ten minutes to kill, huh? "He smiled a sneaky grin at her. His eyes were filled with lust. "Yeah so?" "Then I have ten minutes to leave you with something to remember me by." He kissed her passionately and let his fingers find her pussy again. Her pussy was wet once again. "I wonder does your boyfriend know that your pussy only gets this wet for me." He kissed down her neck, and in between her cleavage. Her kissed her stomach and circled his tongue around her belly button ring. He then replaced his fingers with his tongue. He pushed his tongue into her pussy and slowly bit down on her clit. He lowered himself to the floor and had her sit on his face and he pushed his tongue in her pussy tasting every bit of her. Lauren began humping his tongue. He was doing things to her that no one had done before with their tongue. She pushed her pussy down harder on his tongue and screamed his name as she came. Adam raised her off his face and kissed her slowly. "We better get dressed Lauren." They put on their clothes and straightened up just in time for the elevator to kick back on. "I do not know what to say," said Lauren. She looked shy around him. "How about we do this some...." And the elevator door opened. "Is everything ok." Asked the maintenance man. 'Yeah I had the best time of my life." Said Adam. They walked out of the elevator. "Look Lauren what I was trying to say was that we should.." "Lauren, what the hell happen?" exclaimed Michael. Adam looked at the guy. He had to be about and inch or two shorter then him. He guessed 6' ft. He was dark brown, with a short hair cut. He already did not like him. He felt like he had seen him somewhere before though. "The elevator got stuck. So Adam and I played cards the whole time and waited." Why did you not call me?" "No service in the elevator. She could not cal you," said Adam. Michael looked over at Adam as if first noticing him. "Adam right? Thanks for watching my girl in there. I am Mike if you need anything take my card feel free to call." Adam read the card and saw Mike was the owner of three sports bars in the town. "Thanks well I better go. Nice hanging with you Lauren. We have to do it again." She watched him lick his lips and she felt her body quiver. "Yes, definitely again." "Hmm nice guy. So can we finally leave. I have been parked outside this whole time." "Yeah let's go Mike." ......... "What was the hold up Adam," asked Christine Adams brunette assistant. "Oh, you will not believe it. I got stuck in the elevator in my condo," laughed Adam. He sheepishly rubbed his head remembering what he and Lauren had just done. "Oh my gosh really. Were you stuck by yourself or with people?" "I was with a woman." She looked at him with a frown. I sure wish I could have been stuck in an elevator with him, thought Christine. "Anyway Christine what's up for the rest of my afternoon." "You have a dinner meeting with Mark at that new restaurant downtown." "Thanks Christine, I will be in my office and then head out to meet Mark. You can go home it you want." "You sure you do not want me to stay. I don't mind I have no plans." "Go home Christine. See you tomorrow." Adam sat at his desk and laid his head back in the chair and sighed. His mind flashed back to Lauren moaning under him. She was something special, thought Adam. Not just a rump in the sack. He had to definitely see her again. His phone rang suddenly pulling him out of the memory of being with her. "Hello" "Adam, heard you got stuck in the elevator at your place." "How did you hear that Mark I just got out of it like an hour ago. Do you have a tracker on me?" "No, but Christine does. She just told me. So details. Heard you were stuck in there with a woman." "Oh man she wasn't just a woman. She was something special." "Oh really more special than Karen, Alexis, and Tanya." "Yeah, yeah I got what you are trying to say, but for real I think I've got something this time." "So when are you all going out?" "There lays the problem Mark. She has a boyfriend." "So when has that stopped you before. Anyway my line is clicking. I will see you at the restaurant." Adam grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. ........... Lauren looked out the window of the car daydreaming of what happened earlier with Adam. She saw his muscles flex as he pushed her leg up and pushed his penis in her. "Lauren did you hear me." Lauren was pushed out of her daydream back into reality. "What! Sorry Mike. What did you say?" "I said do you want to go to that new restaurant to eat." "Yeah, sure why not." "You sure you are ok. You have been all spacey since we left your condo." "Yes, yes Mike I am fine. Please stop asking me that. Let's just go get a good meal and then we can go back to the house and then well you know." She let her hand rub his knee. He stopped her hand . "Lauren, baby you know today is Thursday. Tomorrow I am all yours, but I have that big meeting tomorrow. Sex clogs up my brain. But, tomorrow trust me I am all yours." He leaned down and gave her a quick peck. "Yeah you will really give it to me," mumbled Lauren. She rolled her eyes and looked out the window. "What was that babe?" "Nothing, I just said look there's valet." They pulled over to the valet for the restaurant and walked in and went to there table. They ordered their food and waited. "This place is nice. Don't you think Mike?" "Umm hmm sure babe." Lauren looked at him while he texted on his phone oblivious to the outside world. She looked around the restaurant at the beautiful artwork and design. I definitely have to bring a client here, thought Lauren. She looked around at the people in the restaurant and then paused. Oh my gosh. He is here, thought Lauren. She looked at his table and tried to see who he was sitting next to. She couldn't from the angle she was sitting. Just a she was looking at him he looked up at her. She turned around fast and looked back at Mike, while he continued texting. Maybe, he didn't see me, thought Lauren. "So Adam tell me about this woman from the elevator," asked Mark over the dinner table. "Man, its something about her. She is gorgeous one. And I know this is going to sound weird, but I feel like something is drawing me to her." "Really could it be the sex," laughed Mark. "Whatever, man. Not just the sex." "Oh, wait you all had sex. Really Adam you had sex on the elevator with this chick. No wander your sprung on her." Adam glanced around the restaurant. That is when he saw her. She looked at him and then turned back to Mike. He smirked. "So Adam what does this woman look like." "She is right at that table over there. Take a look." "Where? Is she sitting with that guy whose texting." "Yeah, that's her "friend" Mike." "Wow, she is hot. I would not mind getting stuck in the elevator with her." Adam watched her get up from her table and head to the bathroom. He got up from the table. He yelled, "I will be right back," to Mark. He watched her go down the hallway. He walked up behind her and put his arm around her waist pulling him to her. Lauren turned around suddenly and then smiled. "So you saw me." "How could I not see you? You were with your what is he again oh yeah your friend." "Oh wow you have jokes. Mike and I are complicated." "Right ok. So what are we?" He leaned down and kissed her slowly pulling her to him she could feel his penis growing harder. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and she pushed his head deeper into the kiss. Then she heard somebody walk out of the kitchen door next to them. She pulled back. "Oh my gosh Adam you are intoxicating." "Let me show you what I have wanted to do to you since I saw you this morning." "We can't I have to get back to my table." He put his fingers to her mouth to shush her. Lauren licked his finger and pushed it into her mouth. She sucked his finger in and out of her mouth. "I can't believe a finger suck would be so hot," said Adam. He grabbed her hand and pushed her into the bathroom and locked the door. He picked Lauren up and put her on the counter. Adam pushed his lips onto hers and passionately kissed her. He let his hands slide down her body. Lauren opened her legs and allowed him entrance into her pussy. Adam pushed her thong down and pushed two fingers into Lauren's wet pussy. Her rubbed her clit with his thumb and kissed down her neck. Lauren opened her eyes and watched as he lowered himself in front of her pussy. He let the tip of his tongue run up and down her slit. He kissed her clit loudly and then stuck his tongue in her pussy. He swirled it around her pussy and fucked her slowly with it. The Elevator "Yes, Adam right there." Lauren pushed his head deeper into her pussy. "Oh , I can't take it anymore." Lauren's body started to shake and she pressed her legs around Adam's head. He licked furiously in her pussy until she stopped grinding on his face. He raised up and kissed her slowly allowing her to taste how sweet her pussy was. " I just had to taste you again," smiled Adam. He helped her down the counter and straightened her clothes. Lauren reached for her thong, but Adam grabbed them first. Lauren lifted a curious eye to him. "What are you doing?" "You'll get these back next time. Until then I want you to walk around remembering what I just did to you." With that said he put the thong in his pocket and walked out the bathroom. Lauren let the cold water from the faucet cool her down. Adam is doing something to me. The sex is so exciting and so good. I have never cum that fast and had it feel that good unless I had to sneak in the bathroom and make myself cum after faking it with Mike. She could still feel his tongue in her pussy driving her insane. She looked at herself in the mirror and straightened up. Then she walked out of the bathroom. Adam walked back to his table . "Where the hell did you go man? I have been sitting here bored to death." "I just had a craving for something, but I am good now." "You followed that chick didn't you?" Adam smirked and watched Lauren emerge from the bathroom hallway and walk to her table. She was a little wobbly and flushed. He saw Mike tap his watch at her when she sat down. She looked his way and then back at Mike. Adam figured he must have asked what took her so long. He wished he could tell the jerk that she was in the bathroom getting some from me. He pushed his eyes from her table back to his own. "No, man I didn't follow her. Come on let's pay this check and go." They paid and left. He looked her table, but she didn't look up as he left. "I told you my stomach was hurting, goodness Mike." "All I am saying is I thought we came here to be together, but you were gone for like 20 minutes. I basically ate dinner by myself." "Whatever Mike. You were texting or doing whatever you do on that phone. I basically have been by myself all night at dinner as well. The only conversation I get with you is that occasional grunt reply." Mike looked at her and then put his fork down. He grabbed her hand on the table. "You are right baby. I'm sorry. It's just I am trying to build another bar and the pressure is building up on me and I have no right to take it out on you. Do you forgive me?" Lauren thought to herself. How many times do I have to hear this speech. She had been dating Mike since her third year of aw school. In the beginning he was fun and the sex was incredible. Now two years later and there so called relationship was in a funk. She didn't know how many times she wanted to break up with him, but everyone told her he was a great catch. And that things would get better sexually soon enough. But, it totally sucked. She looked over at him and saw that he still was the same gorgeous guy from school. Tall, brown skin, with great dimples. He really knew how to feel out a suit and impress someone with his smile. To bad he was not impressive in bed. But, she knew she still had feeling for him. Especially when he was sweet to her like now. "I forgive you Michael." He stood up and kissed her slowly. He paid the check and they left. .......... The next few days had been very uneventful for Lauren. She had a horrible humping sessions that with Mike that night of their dinner with each other. The whole time he thought he was doing her a favor, but in actuality she looked out the window and wished it was Adam she was in bed with. Another reason it sucked was she had not seen Adam at all that week. She had been looking for him everywhere.. Every time she heard the elevator open she looked in the hallway. She just knew her neighbors thought she was crazy. She did not care,. Her body was craving Adam's. It was effecting her day job. She would be talking to her clients and then a memory of her and Adam would come to her and she would instantly get wet. She could not wait another week and not at least say something to him. After wasting a day sitting in the lobby of her condo reading a book hoping to see Adam. Lauren eventually gave up and went to the grocery store. "Yes, mom I am eating healthy. I just left the grocery store and I am currently struggling with my oh so healthy grocery bags right now." Lauren grunted as she tried to carry them from the elevator to her condo. "Look Mom I love you, but I have to let you go. Bye." She closed her phone and reached for a bag when a hand grabbed it first. She looked up into Adam's smiling face. He was dressed in a tanktop and gym shorts. It looked like he must have been coming back from the gym because he had his ipod hanging from his ear. "You look like you need some help." "Yeah you came at the right time. Thanks." He picked up the remaining bags on the floor with ease and followed her into her apartment. He kicked the door closed as he came in. "Where do you want these?" She motioned toward the kitchen counter. Thank goodness I cleaned, thought Lauren to herself. "So what have you been up Adam. Have you played poker with anyone recently?" He laughed. "No I would have to say it has just been you. I don't think anybody can top that poker game." Lauren blushed and there was an uncomfortable silence between them. Just then Adam's phone rang. He looked at his phone. "Oh crap give me one sec." "Hey Christine." Oh crap he has a girlfriend, thought Lauren. "Yeah , no I will have to call you later. Ok bye." "Are you busy?" Lauren started putting the groceries up to make it seem like she was not ease dropping. "No just my assistant. My agency is throwing this party and the W next month." "The Breast Cancer charity event. Yeah I am going to that." "Really, then now I have to attend. You know something has been on my mind since the last time we saw each other." Lauren stared at him. His eyes changed from the soft grey to a hint of lust. "What is that?" Adam moved closer to her. He took off her t-shirt with no bra under and stretch pants that accentuated her butt. He was happy he ran into her because she had been on his mind all week. At work he would drift off into being with her. "Is you pussy still wet for me like I left it?" Her pussy was not wet, but sure was soaking wet by the time he finished his sentence. "Umm you tell me." She grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Adam let his hands roam down to her ass. He pushed his hands into her pants and squeezed her butt cheeks. He let his left hand slide to the front and realized she did not have any panties on. "Oh you naughty girl. You went out with no panties nor bra." He let his finger slide into her pussy and fuck her slowly. "Did you not wear a bra so you could get off in the car fantasizing of me fucking you. Like I did on the elevator or maybe you fantasized on how I am about to fuck you. Which will be slow and hard. Do you like it slow and hard Lauren." Lauren could barely hear him. She was riding his fingers from an orgasm. Adam pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pushed her pants off. He lifted her shirt off and attacked her breast with his mouth. He nibbled and pinched each breast. Lauren felt herself become lifted in the air and then put on the couch. Adam stood up and admired her curvaceous yet beautiful frame. He watched her belly ring shine on her firm stomach. He watched as her eyes filled with lust and he knew she wanted him inside of her. He removed his shirt, shorts, and boxers. Lauren threw him a condom. He put it on and pushed her legs open as much as they could. He placed his penis at her opening and rubbed it on her clit. "You have to tell me you want this Lauren." Lauren growled her response. "Fuck me Adam. I want you in me. Fuck my brains out." Adam pushed his penis in Lauren's pussy slowly. Her pussy squeezed his penis. Adam watched his white pale penis push into Lauren shaved brown pussy and he became amazed. It was turning him on even more. He rubbed Lauren's clit in circular motions as he pushed into her. Lauren's body went wild. Her body jerked up and down and she squeezed his dick with her muscles as she climaxed. Adam pushed Laurens legs in the air and then gritted his teeth and pounded into her pussy cumming into the condom. He laid on the couch beside her and pulled his arms around her naked body. He kissed her forehead. "So Adam what's your condo number." "Why have you been looking for me?" He paused for a second at the thought of a gorgeous woman like her looking around for him. "It's 2518." "I just was curious in case I need to borrow some sugar." "I could use some sugar right now Ms. Lauren." He dipped his finger her pussy and played with it slowly. Her pussy was still wet. He took his finger out and licked it clean. "You are relentless. You aren't tired?" "Tired you are joiking right. Your pussy is addictive Lauren. I wish I could have some 10 times a day. What are you telling me Mike does not crave to be with you?" "Umm next subject. The last thing I want to bring up is my "friend" while I am lying naked with you." "Really so what is this anyway? Am I a side adventure? Will you call me a "friend" or am I just somebody you get sugar from." "Right now I am open to a potential date." "Well then a date it is." "Really, just like that?" "Just like that. You and I will go on a date this Friday." "You know what this means right. I do not do it with a guy till at least the third date. So you will not be getting any." "Wow then looks like we will have to have three dates in one night." He let his hand lazily rub her left nipple. Lauren let out a slight moan. He kissed her neck and up to her ear. He let his tongue slide into her ear while he played with her nipple. "So Friday night Lauren. Until then lets consider this just sugar." He grabbed another condom and sheathed himself. He pushed into her once again. He was just about to slam into her when the door bell rang. He ignored it and kissed her slowly pushing into her. Lauren moaned loudly. "Lauren it's Mike are you alright.?" "Shit," whispered Lauren. She pushed Adam out of her. His penis popped out of her with a loud smack. "Give my just a sec Mike I am moving things around. The couch has the door blocked. Just a sec." She leaned grabbed Adam's hand and led him into her balcony. "Please stay here I'll get rid of him and we can do more of what we just were." She let her hand rub his penis . Then she threw him his clothes. She grabbed a robe and ran to the door. "Hey Mike. What are you doing here, unannounced?" "Sorry, I was in the neighborhood and decided to come on by. You know you really need to give me a key." "Yeah, but like you said when I asked for your key a year ago. We are not in a closed relationship. You still want to explore." "Yeah, but I am a man Lauren it's different. But, you my suggey bear I know you are my number one girl right. Plus I think we should stop with the exploring thing. I have found that I just want to be with you." "I, I, I have a meeting. Umm we will talk later ok." Lauren stammered. "Yeah, ok call me later." He kissed her lips and then went down in the elevator. Lauren ran to her room and got Adam on the balcony. Surprisingly he was still naked and hard. His body was pure perfection. She hoped the date would let her learn more about him besides how good he was in bed. "So no more interruptions I hope?" "No none at all." Lauren walked over and gripped his penis. She lowered herself to the floor and engulfed his penis in her mouth. She sucked on the head and licked the veins on it. She moaned softly and felt his cock tense up. Adam pulled her up and bent her over her bedroom desk. He pushed his penis into her pussy and began riding her pussy from behind. His balls smacked into her pussy. He reached around and cupped her breast in his hand. He tweaked and pinched her nipples rolling them with his finger tips. He kissed up and down her neck when he felt her climax. She met his thrusts as he slammed his penis into her and came. They both fell asleep on her bed. He woke up with her in his arms. He kissed her lips slowly and she woke up. She retreated out of his arms some. "Sorry to wake you. I'm going to go back to my place. I will see you Friday." "Ok, bye." He watched her close her eyes and drift back to sleep and he thought to himself. Wow that felt oddly comfortable. The Elevator He instructs her, "stay here!" She does as she's told and watches as he saunters over to the concierge's desk. The two men exchange a few words. The discussion is quiet enough that she fails to catch any of the words. However, her curiosity is peaked by the shared chuckle before she witnesses him slipping the concierge a folded hundred-dollar bill. He departs from the concierge with a knowing wink. He then walks back over to her, grabs her hand and takes off in a brisk trot to the elevators. The pace is so passionate that he nearly knocks her off of her feet. His hand slides more solidly into hers, steadying her and drawing her into his presence. She laughs at his exuberance and quickens her pace to keep up with him. Her black two-inch heels clicking on the linoleum floor as she follows behind him, her pleated mid thigh skirt swinging freely around her legs. They arrive at the elevators. He presses the up button. They stand there, hand in hand, waiting. They each take a step forward hearing the faint ding, and wait impatiently as the doors slide open. They watch a few men in business suits step out of the elevator before they are able to step into it. They look at each other and share a secret grin realizing they are now finally together and alone. They move closer to each other, squeezing their still held hands, and watch the doors close. The interior doors resemble the rest of the lift covered with mirrors. She releases his hand feeling her heart thumping in her chest. She leans back against the railing. The smile she gives him is playful. She bends her right knee allowing her to tilt her hips provocatively at him. He grins at her invitation suggested by her hips, and he quickly punches the button labeled 21 on the elevator panel. Now on their way, he turns and steps toward her. He stands in front of her and looks at her for a few seconds before closing the slight distance between them. She can barely breathe as she stares back at him. He moves closer to her, almost touching her, but not quite there. Her breath catches in her throat as he leans towards her, brushing his lips ever so slightly across hers. Her eyes fluttering closed as the kiss deepens. She savors how his lips hold hers. Initially, it is a very tentative kiss. His lips part against hers before his tongue slips out and gently nudges against her lips. The touch communicating his wants. She parts her lips for him and allows him to explore her mouth. He inwardly growls as she obeys so willingly and eagerly. She feels her stomach flutter as his lips press harder against hers, forcing her lips to part further, entangling his tongue with hers. He moves in closer, pressing his body against hers, molding his form into her feminine curves. Their kiss intensifies. Both of them moan at the same time as their lips mesh together. He breaks the kiss and pulls back a bit. He then softly nuzzles against her cheek. She actually feels breathless and light headed. Her mind is reeling. Her heartbeat is now clamoring loudly in her ears. Smiling, he murmurs near her ear, "Wow, you're a great kisser." "You're not so bad yourself," she replies. He moves in for another kiss, which leaves her entire body sizzling with sexual lust. He glides his hand up her arm. He squeezes her shoulder before sliding it downwards, brushing his fingers along the side of her full breast. She quietly gasps into his mouth as his hand cups the underside of her sensitive breast. His caress is seductive. He grazes his thumb over her semi erect nipple. She reacts by arching her back and pressing her tit into his hand. He moves his mouth from hers, kissing and nibbling his way to her ear, whispering into the sensitive lobe, "Hold that thought." He reaches towards the buttons and pulls the red one. The elevator abruptly halts. Returning to her ear, grazing it with his teeth, whispering, "didn't want to be interrupted." His teeth tug and pull on the soft flesh of her earlobe while his right hand moves down her side. His hand traverses the length of her short skirt; skimming down the outside of her thigh, and across the hem. He slides his hand under the pleated skirt causing the material to ripple and bunch up as his strong hand glides up her inner thigh. His fingers squeeze her inner thigh as he captures her lips with kisses. His fingers continue to knead her inner thigh. She presses her hips up against him, urging him to go further. He slides his fingers under her satin panties, encountering her bare mound. His brushes his fingers up and down her bare slit, finding it wet. He moans into her mouth as he presses himself up against her. His cock grows hard as he starts to finger her pussy. Her hands grip his upper arms as she kisses him hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. She suddenly breaks the heady kiss, gasping, as she leans hard against him, his fingers sinking in and out of her very wet entrance. "Oh God fuck! I'm gonna cum!' she whimpers between pants of breath. "So cum." He murmurs against her cheek. His fingers thrust harder and faster up into her. He can feel her cunt spasm and squeeze around his digits. He presses himself up against her, providing the support she needs at this moment. Her legs feel like jelly and are beginning to tremble and shake. He continues to thrust his fingers deeply into her cunt. He embeds them once more and this causes her cunt to explode. The eruption soaks his deeply entrenched digits. Her orgasm is so powerful that her warm juices gush out. The sweet liquid runs down the inside of her thighs and drips down his forearm. "Fuck!!!" He exclaims as her juices continue to flow out coating his arm and her inner thighs. Her breathing is now shallow. Her body is quaking and shuddering from the intense orgasm. "I have to fuck you", he confesses, "now!" He spins her on her heels to turn her away from him. He presses his hand against the small of her back encouraging her to bend forward for him. His other hand undoes the button and zipper of his pants. The material falling from his hips, his hard erect cock springs free. She bends over. Her fingers curl around the shiny brass railing. Her head turns sideways to watch him in the mirrors. She lustfully growls as she watches him undress; finally, she beholds his delectable cock come into view. He approaches her from behind. He quickly flips the back of her pleated skirt up over her rounded ass. He continues to undress her by roughly tugging her soaked silk panties down her curvy smooth tanned legs. His hands caress all over her rounded cheeks. Finally he nudges her legs further apart with his foot as he moves in behind her, positioning himself between her open thighs. She can feel his cock graze across the back of her upper thighs as it twitches. She watches in anticipation and fascination rimming her lips swiftly with the tip of her pink tongue. His hand grips his thickness. His fingers wrap around the girth, and tighten. He pumps his shaft a few times within his fist. He rests his other hand, fingers spread and open, on her bare rounded ass cheek. She closes her eyes, inhaling a quick deep breath, holding it. She feels him position his cock at her dripping sopping entrance circling the tip a few times against her tight wet hole. Wiggling some, she presses back, pushing her ass up and out. Her motions indicating to him, her intense needy desire for his cock to be inside of her. She releases the held breath accompanied by a drawn out long moan as he slowly pushes his thick cock into her pussy. His own long moan echoing hers as he feels her smooth inner walls wrap and close around his shaft as he fills her hot cavern with his cock. He feeds his cock slowly and teasingly into her hungry aching cunt. He places his hands possessively on her hips. His groin nestles firmly against her ass each time he pulls her tightly back against him. The repeated action allows him to continually sink his entire length into her. He stops and holds himself there. His balls tucked up against her bare hot slit. She can feel his cock slightly throb and twitch deeply inside of her cunt. She rocks on her heels and circles her hips. Her movements encourage him to fuck her and take her to her next orgasm. She delightedly moans as she feels his cock move within her silky smooth walls. He leans over her back. His fingers reach under her to untie her top. Hungry fingers shove the fabric of cotton off of her shoulders. The latch of her bra is flipped open with a flick of his fingers. Her full creamy breasts are released into his hands. He cups each one fondling them with his fingers. His thumbs rub across each nipple. He grunts in pleasure as he feels them harden at his touch. His finger and thumb rolls each nipple. He pinches them. With each new pinch he feels her cunt tighten and clamp around his embedded shaft. Huskily whispering against her ear, "Open your eyes. Watch us in the mirror. Watch as I teasingly work my cock in and out of your dripping pussy. Watch as your body rocks back and forth. Watch as your breasts sway and swing, your nipples hard and red. Watch as I fuck you. Watch as I fuck you so hard and fast, you will beg to cum.'" He kisses, licks, and nibbles a trail from her bare left shoulder down the center of her back with his lips and tongue. She opens her eyes, turning her head, intently watching him as he places his hands back upon her hips. She watches him wide eyed as he slightly bends his knees and moves his hips back. The movement pulling his cock from her pussy so only the tip remains in her soaked cunt. He then pushes himself forward, sinking the thick length back into her. She softly moans with each thrust and whimpers from each withdrawal. He glances down. Intently, he watches as his now shiny cock emerges from her wet pink hole coated in her juices. Her glistening pussy lips covering his cock, grunting louder as he pushes his cock back in. He groans watching her pussy suck his cock back inside. "Oh godddddddddd fuckkkkkkkkk" he exclaims. His grip tightens on her hips, digging his fingers into her flushed warm glowing skin. He begins to fuck her hard and fast, with an animal like fury. She keeps her eyes locked and fixed on their mirrored images, the small of her back dipped and arched. Her fully creamy breasts swing freely as he fucks her. She absorbs the reflected image of his hips bucking back and forth. The image of his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy will be forevermore embedded into her visual memory. She witnesses his thighs smack against her rounded ass cheeks. She can feel and hear his balls slapping up against her slit. The images and sounds are almost too much for her to handle. Her own moans getting louder and more erratic as she nears that pivotal edge. He can feel her hot juices begin to pool around his cock. His balls tighten and get heavy with the ache to cum. "Not yet,' he hisses out between clenched teeth. She groans out in frustration. She bites down on her lower lip. Her grip tightens around the brass rail causing her knuckles to whiten. She slams her ass back against him progressively harder as he continues to ram his rigid rock hard cock in and out of her dripping cunt. "Now!" he growls as his thrusts continue to plunge deeply and roughly into her. The grip on her hips grows tighter as his fingers dig deep into her heated flesh. His cock swells and throbs. Her pussy clamps down tight like a vise around his cock. Her juices flood and gush out of her slit. His own release quickly follows. The creamy white cum juts out spurting, coating her inner walls. Her pussy muscles ripple repeatedly along his shaft milking the entire length. He pulls back. He slowly slides his semi hard cock out of her well-fucked hole. His cock is still pulsing and emptying its contents. He grips his wet cum coated cock with his hand and sprays the last few drops of his cum on her pussy. He steps back and watches as it drips downwards. He continues to admire in utter fascination as her pussy lips open and close squeezing out some of his thick creamy cum. She quickly turns and pushes him up against the wall. Her face all flushed as she glances at him for a very brief moment before sinking to her knees before him. The heat from his body fogs up the mirror behind him. She steals another quick glance upwards towards him before her mouth hungrily engulfs his cum-coated cock. Her lips suck on his cock while her tongue licks tasting their combined cum. She swallows their mixture. He places his hand upon the top of her head and pushes his hips back and forth, feeding her mouth his cock. The motion invites her to bob her head back and forth along his shaft. Her tongue laps fervently along his shaft, cleaning the remains of their orgasms. He turns his head, groaning, as he watches her in the mirror sucking his dick. The sight of her squatting in front of him on her heels; her lips pursed around his girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks him in and out, her body rocking as she works her mouth and lips back and forth along his entire length; such a pleasure to him. She pulls back, allowing his cock to slip from between her lips with a soft pop. She lathers her tongue all over the smooth tip. She softly sucks him a few more times before she stands up. Her body conforms to his as she kisses him hard on the lips. She breaks away to grin at him. He grins back and drops a kiss upon her nose then her forehead. He waddles and pushes the red button back in. They both get dressed rearranging and straightening their clothing, as the elevator starts moving. He looks at her and clears his throat. She glances up at him as she's tying her top back underneath her tits "Yes?" she utters as she tightens the knot of her top. "Panties," he says as he puts out his hand -- palm facing upwards. She blinks at him, "Are you serious?' "Yep, gimmie...now." She shoots him an irksome look as she hooks her fingers in the band of her sopping wet silk panties. She wiggles them down off her hips, and down her legs. She steps out of them, balls them up and places them in his opened hand. "Thank you," he says as he tucks them into his right pants pocket. The elevator dings reaching the 21st floor. There is a small pause before the doors open. They start to walk out of it as he places his hand on the small of her back. He explains in a whisper against her ear, "We're headed back to meetings and I don't want anything covering that delicious juicy cunt of yours. Or catching any of our cum that happens to drip out and run down your legs." She blushes a deep red as they both walk into the meeting room separating at the doorway. She can feel his eyes upon her and she looks over at him, her lips forming into a slight smile. He returns her slight smile with a knowing one of his own as he winks at her. Her pussy muscles clench, squeezing out a bit of their still warm cum. She feels it leak out of her wet slit and start to dribble down her inner thigh. His own cock thickens in his pants. The Elevator **Authors Note: Thanks to the many who've voted on my other stories, and to those who've offered feedback. * She had lips I could kiss for about a year solid. I stared at her mouth on the screen, watched her shout, scream, and scowl at the enemies around her. Her name was Sarise, and the game was Kiss of the Red Blade. It was a game developed by a British studio and based on Japanese history. Sort of. Sarise had an English accent, lilting but not Irish, succulent but not Welsh. Her voice was lavender velvet except when she yelled, when it cracked, turned rough, hoarse, almost like a boy in puberty. Her shouts, though made in anger during a fight, had for me become erotic. I imagined her making those shouts while writhing beneath my lips. I dreamed of our bodies locked together, her skin sweating against mine, with my mouth locked to her nipple. That nipple would be small, dark, a succulent cinnamon brown against her honey-glaze tan. I could see it in my mind, feel her beneath my tongue, the tiny nipple of a teenage girl on the modest breasts of an athletic warrior woman I could not stop fantasizing about. It didn't help that I played the game at least an hour a day, and had for several weeks now. I had watched the game's screenshots evolve online during development, when Sarise went from a busty, blonde, Viking-chick to the exotic, red-haired, tanned vixen she was now. I watched her powerful, two-handed sword combat grow into the sleek, elegant kenjutsu I saw when I played her. I had drooled over the pictures before her arrival, and now that she was in my life, I was obsessed. Sarise. Let me find you, make love to you, worship you. Let me taste you, inside and out, let me, humble, entry-level data processor me, tease you into wanton ecstasy. I dreamed of her at night. I daydreamed at work. I lusted after her on the bus-ride to and from the offices. I sang love-songs to her in the shower. I whispered to her on my pillow as I rocked myself into silent orgasms each night. God, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I guess it's good for her she was fictional. No, good for me. Getting arrested as a stalker would definitely blow my next raise, and might even get me fired. I first saw the real Sarise when I left my offices one evening. I had worked later than usual to meet the next morning's deadline. I was brain-dead, exhausted from sitting in that useless chair all day. My ass hurt. My back hurt. My head throbbed from the dual white glare of monitor screen and the obscene fluorescent blaze from the office lights filling every other panel in the ceiling. I slumped in my walk on my way to the elevators, and leaned against the opposite wall while the car made its way up fifty floors to me. The gentle swish of long skirts alerted me that someone had approached. I glanced over towards the woman, then looked quickly back at the floor. Her hair was honey-blonde, not the rich mahogany of Sarise. Instead of a luscious, honey tan, her skin was pale, like mine. Yet, her face was Sarise. Her full lips gleamed as she sipped at a straw in a bottle of water. Her eyes were the same dazzling blue. She had that identical, long, narrow, Greek nose. Her hair, nearly long enough to reach her ass, hung in a multitude of tiny braids. Each braid was tipped with a wooden bead, some light, some dark, and the beads clicked together when she walked. "Hi," she murmured as she took up a position a few feet away, her back to the wall and her other arm loaded with several thick binders. Her skirt was thin cotton, knitted along the bottom for texture, and slightly pleated beneath the waist. It rolled like an accordion around her legs, in deep, chocolate, tie-died hues. Her top was also crinkle-textured cotton, with a low, square, crochet neckline. The rich cream color contrasted with the brown skirt. Her pale chest showed almost no cleavage; her breasts were small. Modest. Like Sarise. I looked into her eyes. It was Sarise. I couldn't look away. Her eyes narrowed, and suddenly she signed something to me. What depth of sensitivity had led her to the conclusion that I was deaf? What level of staring had I exhibited to force her down that path? I'm an idiot. I admit it. But I couldn't look anywhere but her wondrous visage. "I'm not deaf," I stammered. Her eyes narrowed again. My staring had to be annoying. I looked away. God, she was so beautiful. Those lips. I could kiss her a thousand times, then do it all again. "I'm Alexia," she told me. Her voice was like Sarise's too. Pure velvet, dark, throaty, with a bit of an accent. I couldn't place it. Not English. Not European. It tickled my ears, made my spine itch most pleasantly. What would that luscious mouth feel like on the back of my neck, just beneath my hair? "Camille," I said back. I should have said something funny. I'm good at playful self-mockery. I stared at her face again. With a shocking abruptness, I realized she was returning my gaze, unabashed, unashamed, and decidedly not offended. I looked away quickly and thought I had gotten what I deserved. The elevator was only half of its long, extra-orbital transit to our floor. "What do you do here, Camille?" She was baiting me. Tomorrow I would find a sexual harassment charge on my desk. Trying to speak while staring into her eyes brought a stupid stammer to my words. "Data processing for Spinkle." I gulped. Why had it taken me three tries to say it? "Really?" Her grin was infectious, but I was getting nervous. But even unhindered trepidation could not keep my eyes from her face when she spoke. "I work up in accounting. How's the office life on your floor?" A deep breath reconnected my brain to my lips and vocal-cords. Why did I have to think about what her lips would feel like against mine? "Oh, you know - fifty men, one woman, and I'm an outsider. I'm not related to anyone, I don't go to church or bowl with anyone. Quiet little me. Oh, they're nice enough, I suppose." Alexia grinned. "If you watch them the way you're watching me, they might simply be afraid." Afraid? I was so busted. The only question was which particular flavor of busted. The best I could hope for was a simple accusation of rudeness. "Afraid?" I asked aloud. Alexia slid closer on the wall. "Yes. You look starved, Camille." I loved hearing my name on her lips. Her soft voice rolled along the wall between us, caressed my ears, hinted at the brush of her lips across my cheek. "I'd imagine they take you for a cannibal." I must have turned pale. I looked at the floor. Such an idiot. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She laughed softly. "No, I like it. You're forward with your feelings, when you dare to talk. I can see your shy nature like a pop-up banner from AOL." She was so close. Sarise in mortal form. I could touch her, if I just stretched out my arm. "Your boyfriend must be a lucky man," Alexia continued. Now, looking back, I see her gentle voice in a probing question. At the time, I fell for it. "Oh, no boys for me." Not as if they hadn't asked, but I never accept their proposals for dates. I had tried, early on, and had no stomach for men. Actually, I really don't hang out with anyone. It's mostly just me and Sarise. It was lonely before Sarise. The elevator pinged. "Looks like our ride is here," Alexia murmured, and strolled across the hall as the doors opened. The carriage was empty, and she held her hand over the door for me. "Are you coming, Camille?" I swallowed. She was confident. Assured. And beautiful. I felt ugly. Clumsy. Stupid. Once I was inside the elevator, she pushed the button for the first floor. I settled against the back of the elevator for the long ride to the ground. To my surprise, Alexia set her binders on the floor and walked up in front of me. Her hands went around my waist. I stared at her in shock and clutched my purse close to my chest. "Wha - what are you doing?" Her answer was a smile, and she leaned close. I turned my face away from her. Why? I don't know. She kissed my neck instead, those perfect lips feasting on my skin, directly beneath my ear. I took a deep breath. Something inside me screamed to push her away, but I didn't. I couldn't. A louder voice screamed for me to rip off her clothes. Her mouth sucked at my neck, trailed moist, open kisses down to my collarbone. My nipples stung, they had tightened so much. Somewhere in my belly, a stoked fire roared to life, burst into my cervix and flooded my vagina with liquid heat. Alexia took my purse, set it on the floor beside us. Her lips locked to my chin. I tilted my head back, panting with the sudden lack of oxygen in my body. My breasts ached to be held. They tingled. I so wanted her to cup me, to lick them until I screamed. As if reading my mind, she traced a finger along one mound, and I savored her touch across the swell of my bra. Her lips munched up from my chin, made a gentle offering to my mouth. I let her lips touch mine without my moving. She kissed me once, twice, then sucked my bottom lip between hers. Her finger slid over to the buttons on my blouse, slipped between the buttons, into the opening, where my skin was now clammy with sweat from my urgent need. Up and down she stroked with one short, petite nail, grazing the bony center of my chest before bringing both her hands up to unbutton my shirt. I reached up to her hands with the initial plan to stop her. Security cameras watched the elevators. Our jobs would be in jeopardy. Yet, when I felt her skin beneath my finger tips, I only held her, the pads of my fingers resting over her knuckles as she opened my shirt. Sarise was invading me, taking what was hers. When I did not resist, she pulled my shirt open, out of my business skirt, and wrapped her arms around me as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Fire spread across my loins as her fingers released the clasp on the back of my bra. Her kiss was the start of the fire. Her fingertips sliding around my ribs was gasoline on the spark. The explosion was my groin thrusting as if of it's own accord against her pelvis. She pushed back at me, her tongue slid far into my mouth until she was licking the roof, trailing the tip of her tongue along my upper ridges until she licked my teeth, then ended the kiss. Did she taste my mind after such a wanton intrusion? Did my soul leave a palpable flavor? Would could she taste but fevered hunger? She looked into my eyes. Her blue orbs held a mixed note, somewhere between unquenchable lust, apology for nearly forcing me into this, and a desperate request that I let her have her way. My head dropped back, thumped against the wall of the elevator, as her fingers slid beneath the front of my bra, cupping both my breasts. I groaned, and felt my seepage leave my insides and kiss the lining of my panties. Alexia squeezed me, lowered her gaze to my tits, where each hand, with the thumb and index finger forming rings, encircled my nipples without touching them. I put my hands on her hips as she lowered her luxuriant mouth to one nipple. My knees sagged as her lips and then her searing, wet tongue glided onto my throbbing, aching point. She sucked me into her, tasted of my flesh with the broadness of her tongue, then thinned it into a narrow dart to push into and upwards across my nipple, and the sensation brought a tightening of my vagina, a clench I felt all the way up to my cervix, and a fire across my clitoris I could not endure. My head twisted to one side, and I moaned deep in my chest, where the vapor of my breath mixed with the smoke from the fires in my belly. She turned me, then, put my hands on the railing that rimmed the elevator carriage, and pulled my posterior into her loins. She undid the buttons at the top of my skirt, pulled it and my panties down past my hips. I was hot, sticky, and my clothes stuck. It was perfect. She whispered as much, using one hand to spread my thighs to lock my skirt and drawers into place only half-way to my knees. "Rabid she-wolf," she whispered in my ear. "I have to taste you." I sighed as that same hand flowed, fingertips trailing across that inner thigh, right to the flesh of my heated core. I was wet already, and her fingers smeared in my honey, spread it through my sparse hair, and without preamble, she dipped her middle finger up inside me, parting flesh, fluid, and heat with that single, feminine stab into my nether mouth. Her thumb found my clit, slid across it with thin but smooth lubrication from my lust, and fanned my little button until I was moaning, panting, and humping her hand all at the same time. Her finger slipped almost out of me, until I could feel her against the smooth flesh just inside my labia. At the same time, her thumb swept over my clitoris, and her lips clamped to my ear, then my neck. I pushed against the rail and quivered. "You're so hot inside, Camille," she whispered. "So wet. Did I turn you on so much? Or were you boiling over already?" "You look like my favorite character," I whispered through my panting. "So beautiful." Her finger slid out of me, and with sticky wetness, she pinched my clit. I bared my teeth. It was instinctive, like a growl my throat had forgotten how to make. My lips remembered, my face brought the snarl of lust into being. Her other hand reached around me, cupped my breast, made jiggling, teasing rubs against my underside, against my nipple, driving me wild. I bucked against her, felt her thigh between my ass cheeks. Had her skirt been dropped, my anus would have settled against her muscles on that thigh. "What character?" she asked me. "Serise. Video game. The Kiss of the Red Blade. Probably not too flattering. I love her." "Then it is flattering," she whispered, and kissed my neck again. I closed my eyes and leaned into her kisses. She was almost beside me, then. Her smallish breast pushed into my shoulder. I could feel the hard point of her nipple through her top and my blouse. "Come to my house," she said. "Come home with me. I'll fuck you like no one you've ever known." Her brash words came out desperate. Hungry. What should have been slatternly became enticing. What should have been vulgar became erotic. She pinched my clitoris again, then returned to stabbing into me with her finger and strumming my clitoris. I groaned as her words sank in. She wanted to take me home and make love to me. She wanted the very thing I so desperately wanted from Sarise. This human woman, this mortal goddess incarnate, wanted to have her way with my body. And her mouth showed me just how much. She turned me again, pushed me back against a side wall and sank her face against my vulva. Her lips kissed my labia, and her tongue wormed into my slimy opening before stabbing up to lather my clit. She pulled me to her, pressed her cheeks against my thighs. So soft between my legs. My hands settled on her braids. Yet again, my head thumped backwards into the elevator walls as she waggled her tongue back and forth over my clit. Harder and faster she pushed with her tongue. My body tensed. My vision blurred. Fire erupted from my insides, bathed the channel of my pussy to pour out and stream across my legs. I quivered. My nipples tightened further, harder, tightened until they stung. My breasts jiggled with every thrust of my hips. My head lolled against the wall. My jaw clenched, and I grunted through the orgasm. My voice trailed off into a keen moan of spent desire as waves of relief flooded through my limbs, through my chest, settled as a pool of bliss somewhere between navel and pussy. My juices spilled across her fingers, her chin. She paused in her ministrations to lap at my open cunt, to lick up what I had expelled in my headlong rush into oblivion. With heavy breathing, I sagged, nearly fell as my knees buckled. Alexia grinned at me. I smiled softly back into her wondrous eyes. I glanced up at the floor counter. I panicked. We were at level three. Alexia, still grinning, pushed her index finger, the one that had been buried inside me, into her mouth until her lips closed over the biggest knuckle. I forced my body to straighten. Any moment the doors were going to open, and there I was, tits hanging out, skirt almost down around my knees. How many people would be standing there, waiting? And the camera. Somewhere, a security officer for the building was getting an eyeful. It was worth it, though, for the goddess of my dreams to fuck me senseless with her mouth. I grabbed my panties and skirt and jerked them upwards. In my haste, and with my sweat-clammy skin, the panties rolled like a twisted rubber band. My skirt came up, and I settled it in place and turned away from the wall to button my shirt. The elevator started to slow. Alexia saw the look on my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" "Didn't get my panties right. I'll fix them in the car." I kept working at my buttons. The elevator slowed more, and I felt my weight settle on my wobbly knees. Alexia knelt beside me, heedless that the doors would open in seconds, and reached up into my skirt. I kept buttoning my shirt, but her fingers brushed against my ass and my wet vulva as she caught the tangled mess of my underwear and pulled them down over my thighs. It was tight, and hurt a little, but as my legs tapered, the pain disappeared. She pulled them down over my feet, and I stepped out of them just as the elevator stopped. She straightened, then had me face her. I had finished most of my buttons, but my bra was a wreck too. The elevator pinged. Alexia caught my hair and quickly pulled it out of the loose ponytail thong and draped my locks down over my chest. It wasn't perfect, but it hid the fact that one of my cups was well up over my breast. The doors started to open. I looked down as Alexia picked up her binders. The smell of my sex was everywhere. The doors opened further. I saw my panties on the floor and quickly picked them up and stuffed them into my purse before straightening. When I glanced at the doors, I saw no one. And then two women, one of them a superior several levels over me, marched into view and strode onto the elevator as if they owned the building. I scurried to avoid them and rushed out and away from the elevator. "Camille," someone behind me called. I froze, turned slowly. It was Alana, the coordinating manager for my department. I think the other woman might have been a vice-president directly over her. "Yes, ma'am?" "What are you doing here so late? Your shift ended four hours ago." I stared at the floor. How disheveled and used I must have looked. How could she not smell my sex. Hell, I was well out into the hall and I could smell it. "I..." "Well?" "It's the Robinson files, ma'am. Mr. Jacobi brought another fifty files at three. I didn't know about them, so I hadn't done them, and they're due tomorrow morning." Her eyes narrowed. "So you worked late to catch up. Did you remember to check out before you came down?" I shook my head. "No, Mrs. Wellington. I checked out at four. Mr. Lewis insists on no overtime." Her eyes widened. "Really. Well, that's unacceptable. Be in my office at six-thirty in the morning, Ms. Rice." She turned her head to Alexia, and her face softened slightly. "Hi, Alexia," she said in neutral tones as she swept back into the elevator. "See you tomorrow." "Good night, Alana," Alexia called as the doors closed on them. "Beatrice." Then she grinned at me. Her head lowered, and she strutted across the floor. Her hips swayed, lashing her skirts back and forth with each step, and once more, I saw Sarise in her. She hooked her arm in mine and pulled me towards the entrance. "Well, that was fun," she said. "Let's do it again tomorrow night." I stumbled, and she laughed as she helped me keep my balance. "You're so pretty when you blush. Now, tell me about this character you're so infatuated with. What system is she on, because I haven't heard of this one?" The Elevator What? Alexia with the New Age skirt and hair was a girl-gamer too? I swallowed. No. Fate was screwing with my mind. She was a cross-dresser or something. Was I going to wake up without a kidney? We made it out to my car without further incident. Alexia didn't let me rest though. She leaned towards me as I drove out of company parking and onto the street. As she whispered directions to her house in my ear, she licked at my earlobe. Her fingers rested lightly on my thigh. Once we were on a freeway, she pushed her fingers up my skirt, where my naked sex waited, still wet but now cool from the air. "Go on," she said, "tell me about this girl in your game? Tell me, can she kiss like this?" Her lips closed on mine. Her head was sideways, giving me just enough space to see the road as she glued herself to my mouth. Beside us, people in other cars were staring. This was it. She wasn't a cross-dresser or an organ thief. She was suicidal. "Shit." She straightened up. I stared at her between glances at the freeway. "Shit," she said again, covering her mouth with one hand. "Look. I'm sorry. I got carried away. Let me make it up to you tomorrow, okay?" I stared at her. "What?" "I can't have you over tonight. I forgot, you had me so distracted back there." She looked at me, Sarise all over again. Her eyes gleamed, wide and hungry in the evening light. I swallowed. "Okay. Should I take you back to the..." She grinned. "No. Take me home, please, and that way you'll know where I live. Tomorrow night, girl, I promise. Okay?" "Sure." What I wanted to do was scream. There was no way fingers or toys would do for me what her tongue had. "Okay. It's all right." Her smile brightened. "I know I came on too hard back there. I promise, tomorrow night you can enjoy a slower feast." Feast. I loved the way she said that. It was over thirty minutes to her house, well up into the forested mountains southeast of the bay. Her houses stood on a hill near a few others. When I stopped, she bit her lip, the first sign of nervousness I'd seen in her. She leaned over, kissed me, licked at my lips as I returned her kiss. When we parted, she leaned closer, put her mouth against my cheek, inhaled of my hair. "I'll see you in the elevator tomorrow," she whispered. Then she was going, out the car and walking up a long brick stair to her porch. Her skirt swayed when she walked, maybe more than before, and she paused once about half-way up and glanced at me over her shoulder. I had to lean down to see her face, but she blew me a kiss anyway, then resumed her ascension to the home of the divine. My goddess had blown me a kiss. Somehow I managed to put my car in drive and pull away from the curb. In the elevator, she had said. There was a '90's song about that. I was going to find it when I got home. I love that CD. I wanted to hear it again. In the elevator, she said. I couldn't wait. The Elevator We were running late like we always are. You had spent a lot of extra time getting ready but it was worth it. Your strapless black dress hugged all of the curve in the right places. You breasts were confined but not concealed, moving slightly as we walked down thru the lobby. I could feel the other men's eyes following you as I let you walk slightly in front of me. The material of your dress slid smoothly over your ass as you walked. You reached the bank of elevators first and pushed the button, leaning slightly forward to do so as you looked over your shoulder at me. You are such a flirt and I know you were showing off your ass to those other guys in the lobby as well as to me. The elevator is crowded. I am against the back wall with you in front of me. You look over you shoulder with that look I see so often and back up enough to slowly rub your skirt covered ass over the front of my pants, smiling all the while. My return look is questioning but you don't slow down at all. It is a long ride to the top of the building and you are planning on making me enjoy every moment of it. To the others, nothing is obvious but to me I notice that little wiggle you throw in that moves your gorgeous ass from side to side. I can't figure out where this is headed until you reach back and slightly lift your skirt, revealing nothing underneath but you. You reach behind and move my hand off of the elevator railing and place it between your legs as you step backward just slightly. Then your hand continues to my pants and presses needfully against my cock. Your playing has me ready but there is no where for us to go. We have plenty of floors left to get to the restaurant and there are a lot of people going our way. Doesn't seem to bother you, though, as you grab the tang of my zipper and slowly lower it. You reach inside and have no trouble finding what you are looking for. As you are still facing forward like the rest of the crowd, you pull my cock from my pants and slide it up and down the crack of your ass. You then move my hand from between your legs and place my tip on your outer lips and rub yourself with it. I can feel the head pass your opening and brush against your hard clit. I could swear I see your knees buckle slightly. I bend slightly and am at the entrance I dream about daily. Just then the elevator stops at a lower floor. The force of the stop slides me into your wet and juicy hole. You look over your shoulder with a surprised expression, maybe not thinking we would get this far. But here we are, me inside you with a crowd of people all there involved in their own little worlds and ideas. The crowd makes it impossible for me to get much moving, but you just smile and move my hand around to the front of your skirt, underneath the soft fabric. I don't know what is softer, the fabric of the skirt or the feel of your skin as I slowly spread your lips and gently rub the clit I have desired to taste for so long. You reach around and stroke the part of my shaft that is not inside you while I continue to rub you as well. Suddenly and to my surprise, you hand has done its job and I start to cum inside you. The surprise causes me to pull back slightly and shot the remainder on the soft and supple ass cheeks. You look over your shoulder and smile .. that pleased smile that means you have done you job. Now it is my turn to finish you. With just a few more minutes to the top, I quicken my pace on you. You lean backward and tell me to put two fingers inside. That is all it takes. You quiver but not noticeably to those around you. We are two floors away and I am rushing to be presentable. You make no effort to wipe the cum from your ass, but reach back and scoop up a dab. I'm thinking you won't but you press it to your lips and then the tip of your tongue. Then you give me that look over your glasses that melts my heart every time. The doors open and the elevator empties. We both believe no one is the wiser until the lady beside you whispers in your ear, "The first time in a crowd is always the best, isn't it?" The Elevator Helen arrived at work at her usual 7:20 time. She was surprised to find the plant manager right behind her as she parked her car. Getting out of the car and grabbing her purse and lunch bag, Helen waited for John to do the same. "Good morning!" "Good morning to you too!" Helen responded cheerily. "How do you like this snow we got overnight?" The plant manager smiled and shook his head "Snow in April. I don't think I'll ever get used to it." "This is just Mother Nature's sense of humour." They made their way to the plant door, walking through four inches of fresh wet snow. Once inside, John pressed the elevator button. Both of them worked at shaking as much snow and moisture off their boots before going up to the offices on the fourth floor. The elevator arrived and they both walked in. Helen let John drive and he pressed the button for the fourth floor. The elevator crept up. It was an older elevator but it worked. Except for today. All of a sudden, the elevator stopped and the lights went out. John asked "You're not claustrophobic, are you?" Helen shook her head then realized he couldn't see her and said "Nope. You?" John replied "No. Thank God." He then picked up the phone in the cabin and tested it. "It's dead." Helen reached for her cell phone and said "I still have this." John laughed and said "I forgot to charge mine last night so it's useless. Why don't you call the control room and let them know we're here?" Helen started dialing and then said "I'll call the lab instead as the control room must be just crazy if this is a plant wide power outage." "You're right." The lab operator answered "Lab." "Hey Gerry, it's Helen. John and I are stuck in the elevator without any power. Is this plant wide?" "Yeah, everything is dark here too, except for emergency lights." "We don't even have that." "Oh. Are you okay?" "We're fine. If the power doesn't come back within say 20 minutes, can you go check what's up and call me back on my cell as soon as you know how long this will be?" "Sure thing!" Helen hung up the phone and made small talk with John. Eventually, they both decided to sit on the floor of the elevator and lean against the wall. After half an hour, Helen's phone rang. "Hello." "Helen, it's Tom." Tom was the electrical department manager. "We just found out that a truck lost control and took down the feed line to the plant. It's going to be at least two hours before they can restore power to the plant. Can I talk to John for a bit? He's not answering his phone." Helen handed the phone over to John. "Hello." ... "I forgot to charge my battery last night. Helen's phone is all we have." ... "No, we're good in here. I think your time will be best spent on changing out those starters we discussed." ... "All right. We'll wait for your call." John handed the phone back to Helen after closing it. "They offered to wire the elevator to the generators but aren't sure it would work so why waste the time. They're going to take advantage of this outage to change out those starters that have had the intermittent problems. So you and I are stuck in here for a while. Not that I don't like your company but I sure wish I'd stayed in bed this morning." "Still having issues sleeping?" John had mentioned the troubles a few days before. They had discussed how it was difficult to sleep when the brain refused to shut down. "Yeah. Can't seem to sleep more than half an hour at a time lately." "Well, it's not like we can do much in here, why don't you lay down and I'll help you relax and maybe you can have a bit more sleep. I've been reading this book on relaxation techniques and I think it might help." "You sure?" "Absolutely." John took off his outer jacket and made himself a makeshift pillow and laid down on his back. Having her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Helen could make out John's form and she laid down beside him. "Close you eyes and imagine a white board. On it, there's all your to-do list and your concerns and your worries." "How's that going to help stop my brain?" Helen put her hand on his stomach and said "Trust me." "Okay." "Can you see the white board?" "There's not much of it still white, it's pretty full." "That's okay. Now I want you to take the brush and erase it. Keep erasing it no matter what pops up on there." Helen waited a minute and the said "Now I also want you to focus on your breathing. Count as you inhale and then again as you exhale. Keep erasing the board. As soon as something shows up on it, erase it without reading it. And as you breathe, keep counting." Helen waited a few minutes and then moved her had to John's lower abdomen. "Now when you inhale, I want you to push my hand. This is diaphragm breathing and is deeper than chest breathing. So you should count a bit longer. When you exhale, try to push the air out for one or two counts longer than when you inhaled." After a few minutes, John sat up and said "I have a bit of a problem". "What kind of problem?" "The kind that grows. And it's very distracting." At first, Helen didn't realize what John was saying. "Your hand below my belt is like a magnet for my growing problem if you know what I mean." John said as he gently removed her hand from his lower abdomen. The realization washed over Helen and she was grateful that it was dark for she must have been a very bright shade of red. But then, an interesting thought arose in her mind. What better way to relax then using the endorphins that nature has given us? "John, lay back down and trust me. You need to relax completely and let things happen and then you'll sleep." Helen had had fantasies about her plant manager and now was an opportunity to make one happen. She put her hand on his belt and told him again to focus on his breathing. When she felt him breathe deeply, she lowered her hand. When he tried to protest, she leaned up against him and went "Shhhhhhh. Just relax and let things happen. I promise you'll sleep." She then let her hand go even lower, until she felt the tip of his hardness. As soon as she touched him, she felt him twitch under her hand. She stroked him up and down through the fabric a few times. Once again, John tried to protest. "Shhhhh. Relax. Nature gave us the most powerful endorphins, let me release them for you." As she said that, she moved her hand up past his now rock hard cock and felt his disappointment. It was short lived because the only reason she'd left was to get his belt undone and then his zipper. Helen reached in and freed up his cock from his pants and briefs. To her delight, he was circumcised. She stroked him a few times. Again, he tried to protest. "Shhhh. You have to be quiet, we can't risk anyone passing by the elevator doors to hear." She then shifted around so her head was closer. Still stroking the shaft, Helen bent down and licked the tip. She felt John's hips buck up and smiled. She then put her lips around the head of his cock and let the tip in. She circled her tongue around the tip and that got a moan out of John. "Shhh." John's hand went to the back of her neck and he pushed her down with just enough pressure for her to understand that he wanted her to continue. She took him in her mouth and moved up and down his thick shaft, taking as much of him as she could without choking. With her hand, she alternated between stoking his shaft up and down and caressing his balls. His balls were nice and big, something she suspected, having peeked at his crotch on occasion and having seen a rather interesting lump. Helen continued stroking, caressing, licking and sucking until she felt John's balls start contracting. He whispered "I'm going to come." She clamped down on his cock tighter and sucked, rubbing her tongue on the sensitive spot. This was his final undoing and he let go. Helen swallowed his come and continued to gently lick him until she'd had the last drop. Then, she tucked him back into his briefs and pants and returned everything to its original state. She laid down next to John and whispered "Turn on your side, keep focusing on your breathing and let the endorphins do their thing." Within minutes, he was asleep and Helen smiled. Mission accomplished. Two hours later, Helen felt her phone vibrate. "Hello?" It was Tom, saying that the power was going to be turned back on within five minutes. He was telling her that the elevator would need to go down to the bottom floor and reset itself before being available to take them back upstairs. "The elevator doesn't remember what you wanted and always goes back to the bottom. I didn't want you to be scared when it starts going down." After thanking Tom, Helen turned to John and gently shook his shoulder "Wake up sleepy head. We're about to get power back." John sat up. "Wow. I haven't slept like that in ages." The lights came on and John gathered his things as did Helen. Both of them stood up as the elevator started to move down. Helen spoke first "If anyone asks, tell them only about the whiteboard and the breathing. Nobody needs to know about the rest." John nodded and said "Thank you." And just then, the elevator doors opened and Tom was there, smiling. "Did you have a nice snooze?" John was surprised "How do you know?" Tom laughed "The side of your face has an imprint of your makeshift pillow." Tom joined them in the elevator and they all went up to the fourth floor. The day went by quickly and Helen and John didn't see each other for the rest of the day. This was not abnormal; several days could go by without Helen running into her plant manager. For the next two days, John was at the regional office and so was not at the plant at all. Then, it was the weekend. On the Monday, Helen again didn't see John. She was almost disappointed. Oh, who was she kidding, she was indeed disappointed. She'd had so many fantasies about John and she'd finally had one come true and it was like it had never happened. She felt let down by the fact that he hadn't really acknowledged the event. On the Tuesday, after a restless night, Helen made her way up to the fourth floor. When the elevator doors opened on Helen yawning, she came face to face with John. "Good morning!" John called out. "You look tired. You okay?" Helen smiled and said "I'm fine. My turn to have a bit of trouble sleeping I guess." "Well, have you tried those breathing exercises and the white board cleaning?" Helen laughed "not yet but if I have trouble falling asleep tonight, I'll try that. Thanks for reminding me." Helen and John went their separate ways and the day went by quickly. Helen went home at the end of the day, fully intending on going to bed early. After having a light dinner, Helen took a nice warm shower and pampered herself. She was just finishing up when she heard the door bell. She quickly put on her robe and headed to the door. She opened the door to find a surprise. John was standing at her door. Without a word, she took a step back and waved him in. As soon as she closed the door behind him, he turned on her and, grabbing her head with both hands, pulled her to him and kissed her. He kissed her deeply and she responded. When he finally broke the kiss, he told her "I'm here to help you fall asleep. Take me up to your bedroom." Without arguing, Helen grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. Once there, Helen turned to John and asked "What did you have in mind to help me sleep?" John smiled "I'm here to return the favor." Helen put her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips and teased "I might need more than you did to fall asleep." John's eyes sparkled as he smiled and replied "I'm up for it." And he was. Helen could feel his hardness against her lower abdomen as he pulled her closer and kissed her again and again. He maneuvered both of them towards the bed until Helen had the back of her legs against the bed. There, he bent her back towards it, never breaking the kiss. Putting one knee on the bed next to her, he laid her on it and then started kissing her neck. With his free hand, he undid her robe and exposed her naked body to his gaze. He lowered himself to take one hardening nipple into his mouth. He gently sucked on it, while teasing the other nipple with his thumb. Helen moaned loudly and he looked up and went "shhhhhhh". Helen protested "Nobody's going to hear us here!" John smiled again "If I had to be quiet, you have to be quiet too. Shhhhh." And he returned his attention to her breasts. Helen bit her lips to prevent another loud moan from escaping her lips. When he'd lavished her breasts to his heart's content, he continued his journey down her body, kissing her lightly along the way. He stopped over her core and kissed her lightly on the trimmed outer lips. Helen spread her legs out, giving him access but he denied her a bit longer, kissing her inner thighs and the area above where the lips of her flower opened. It was almost like torture, his delaying giving her what she wanted. When he finally opened both his and her lips and let his tongue play on her clit, her hips lifted off the mattress in response. John was obviously pleased with himself and he continued licking and sucking and pleasing her, having her tension build and build towards the beautiful release. Several times, he brought her close to the edge and paused, leaving her wanting. But then, not only did he bring her to the edge, he had her leap off in a powerful climax. Gently licking, he let her ride the waves of pleasure until she calmed down some. He laid himself on the bed next to her, gathering her close to him and whispered in her ear "Think you need more?" Helen could only moan and nod and pull him to her for another kiss. Then, she stopped, pushed herself out of his arms and pushed herself up to be completely on the bed. "Take off your clothes and join me up here where we'll be more comfortable." John did as he was told. Meanwhile, Helen reached into her night table and pulled out a condom. When John was laying next to her, she kissed him again and reached for his cock. She stroked him for a few minutes. Not that he absolutely needed it as he was already rock-hard. Then, she stopped kissing and moved down to take him into her mouth. He laid back and moaned softly. She only spent a few minutes loving him orally before slipping the condom on his cock and moving around to impale herself on it. He was surprised that she would go for penetration so quickly but didn't complain as he'd been ready and wanting this for several minutes already. Her liquid hotness enveloped him and he felt how tight she was around his cock. She moved up and down a few times and then stopped. She lifted her body ever so slightly and said "Fuck me." John grabbed her by the hips and started moving his hips up and down rhythmically, fucking her as she'd asked. Then she started moving also and he stopped, letting her set the pace once more. She leaned forward and had her heavy breasts dangle close to his face "suck on my tit and tease the other nipple with your hand". John did as he was instructed. He gently sucked on her right breast while his right hand moved to her left breast and his thumb teased the nipple. Then, he used both his thumb and his forefinger to gently pinch and roll the nipple. "Oh yeah, keep doing that!" Helen pleaded. Within a few minutes, Helen reached her second orgasm and John felt the most exquisite tightening of her pussy around his cock. He felt her tightening and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. The sensation was too strong and he couldn't hold back much longer. Then she said the words he was waiting for "Fuck me until you come too baby. Give it to me!" He let go of her nipples, grabbed her hips and started pounding into her fast. It was only half a minute and it was his turn to achieve release. After he withdrew, he gathered her in his arms and asked "Think you can fall asleep now?" All Helen could do was "Mmmmmmm" as she drifted off to sleep. When she woke several hours later, he was gone. There was a note on her kitchen island that said "This was a one-time only thank you. It can't happen again." Helen understood. So they went back to being plant manager and worker. Once in a while, when nobody else was looking he'd wink at her. Eventually, he moved on to another position, in another location. The Elevator I had left my husband at home with the children and had gone to the city for a couple days of shopping and relaxation. At Macy's I paused as I looked at the men's cologne. Should I? My heart pounded as I looked over the displays. "May I help you?" The woman behind the counter asked. "Yes." I couldn't believe I was going through with it. I had discovered the brand of cologne purely by chance. "Do you have any 'Very Valentino'?" The woman turned to the case behind her and retrieved a small bottle. "We have it in two sizes. The aroma made my knees go weak. "I'll take that size." --- I had taken a long bath in the hotel room and was getting to slip into bed. I closed the curtains, and slipped into the bed. Reaching up, I turned the lights out. The room was black, not a glimmer of light. The smell of the cologne hung in the air as I held the towel I had sprayed close to my nose. It brought back the memories. I took my hand and put it between my legs, I was almost surprised to find myself already wet. My mind traveled back to that day... --- I didn't pay much attention to the man standing in the back of the elevator when I got on. Maybe I should have. I just got on, turned and faced the door, and pressed the button for the thirty-fifth floor. The door closed and the elevator began to rise. Just past the eighteenth floor, all the lights went out and the elevator stopped. It was pitch black, not the slightest hint of light "Great," I muttered. I remembered the man in the elevator with me. The aroma of his cologne reached my nostrils. He was moving closer to me. My body tensed up. I looked up, praying for the lights to come back on. His arms closed around me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was taller than I was, as I could feel his chin on the top of my head. His grip was commanding, but not forceful. 'This can't be happening to me.' Slowly his hands moved over the front of my suit coat, his palms flat against my body. I closed my eyes hoping it would end. His hold on me was too great, I tried to squirm away from him to no avail. His fingers undid the buttons to my coat. My heart pounded as he slipped his hands into my coat. He held his hands flat against my stomach, and they started to move slowly up my body. 'Why won't the lights come on?' My eyes close, hoping this is just a bad dream. His hands are just below my breasts. His touch was firm, I tried to squirm away, but his grip was too tight. I curse my body's reaction to his touch in silence. I can feel my nipples harden and my areolas crinkling as his hands cup my breasts. His hands are spread open, completely covering each breast. In a slow and deliberate motion, he pulls my breasts upwards, his thumb, and forefinger squeezing my breast until he is pinching my nipple. 'No!' I scream silently as I feel a wave of pleasure flow through my body. I don't want to feel like this. Over and over, he relaxes his hold on my breasts only to repeat his fondling until he is pinching and pulling on my nipples. 'Why do I feel so warm?' I can feel the heat growing between my legs, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me. It's feeling of fear and excitement that I am experiencing as his fingers begin to undo my blouse. I don't want him to do this, but I yearn to feel his hands on my naked breasts. His hands feel warm and strong as they touch my naked belly. They don't have the soft feeling of a man that sits behind a desk, they have a feeling of a man that uses his hands for his work. 'Please.' My voice in my head pleads. I'm not sure what I'm pleading for though. His hands are cupping my bra-encased breasts. My nipples are so stiff that they ache. It's almost a relief when his fingers pinch them. I can't believe my body is betraying me, I can feel a warm growing inside of me. My desire grows even more when he slides my bra up over my breasts, and begins to fondle them. I don't want to admit it, but I like the feeling of his hands on my bare tits. It's almost as if he knows how I want to be touched. 'I wonder what it looks like?' I wonder as I feel his hard heat pressing ever closer to me. Part of me wants him to stop and another part of me wants him to continue. I shudder when he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolls and pulls on them at the same time. I feel his hips moving, humping me slightly and a warm flush crosses my face as my own hips respond involuntarily. 'Oh my god, he's not!' I scream silently as I feel his one hand drop and pull my dress up. His foot pushes against mine, forcing my legs to open and his right hand moves over the silky material of my underwear. 'He's going to find the dampness and know I'm becoming turned on.' I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as I feel his fingers run between my legs. 'What will he think if he slides his hand in my panties and find that I've shaved myself?' My face burns even hotter as I remember masturbating to a story I had read online, and then seeing the look of excitement on my husband's face when he realized what I had done. His hand slips into my panties as his other hand continues fondling and squeezing my breasts and nipples. I feel his fingers pause for a moment on my smooth mound. His hardness presses even harder against me. 'No!' I whisper to myself as his finger pushes between my now swollen labia to my creamy wetness. He hooks his finger slightly, drags it back, and presses against my excited clit. A quiet moan escapes my lips as his finger begins to rub my pearl in tiny circles. My hips move with his fingering, rubbing against his swollen cock. I can't believe how wet I am now. My clit is on fire, I want him to rub me. I want this stranger to make me cum. I almost scream when I feel him pull my dress up over my hips. I feel his hand and hear the sound of him pulling his zipper down. He turns me around and pushes my back downwards. My hands press against the back of the elevator as he pushes my panties aside and rubs the engorged head of his cock along my wet slit. I gasp as I feel his member thrust into me, I'm so wet it only takes him a couple of attempts to bury his stiff shaft into my tunnel. His hips begin to pump in and out as his hands hold on to my hips. At first, I had been praying for the lights to come on. Now, I'm praying that they stay off. What would it look like, my blouse undone, my bra up over my bouncing breasts with a stranger's stiff cock buried in my pussy. His hand slides back into my panties, his finger playing with my clit as he fucks me from behind. His cock feels so good right now, filling me completely. My hips move back and forth with his movements. I can feel my pussy trying to grip his slick cock. Quiet moans escape as he masturbates me while fucking me. I can't help myself, I feel myself beginning to peak. My body shudders and shakes as his finger moves faster and faster over my clit and his cock pumps harder and quicker inside of me. "Please don't finish in me, I'm not on the pill." It's the first time I've been able to speak. I'm scared of becoming pregnant by him. I feel his shaft pull out of me. His hands force me to turn around, and then to my knees. 'Oh god, not this' I feel him press the tip of his wet cock against my lips. I've never done this to any man, not even my husband. He forces my mouth open with his cock, and reluctantly I feel the end of his cock inside my mouth. I can taste my own juices on him. My hand moves up to his slick shaft and I begin to pump hard and fast as his hips begin to rock. My mind reels as I think of him fucking my hand and my face. More and more of his stiff manhood enters my mouth, my jaw hurts from having to open so wide. My tongue presses against the bottom of his cock. It's almost a feeling of wanton depravity that comes over me when he holds the top of my head and begins to pump harder and faster. My hand drops between my legs and I begin to masturbate myself as I think about this stranger using my mouth for his pleasure. The speed at which my second orgasm approaches is almost unbelievable. Just as I peak, I feel his cock contract and pulse in my mouth, there's an explosion of thick, tangy warmth in my mouth. That sends me over the top, thinking of a stranger doing something no one else has ever done, cum in my mouth. I swallow, not knowing what else to do, just in time to feel another spurt erupt from his tip. He pulled his cock from my mouth, lifted me up, and wrapped his arms around me. For that brief moment, I felt loved by him. He turned me around and with a gentleness that surprised me, he straightened my bra, and refastened the buttons on my blouse and jacket. The lights came on in the elevator shortly after, and the car stopped at a floor. I was facing the back of the elevator and as much as I wanted to, I didn't turn to look at him as he exited. --- I lay on the bed, exhausted by my orgasms. The aroma of the cologne and the thought of his cock in my mouth had brought me to the latest climax. He was still the only man that I have had that way. The next morning as I am packing, I look at the bottle of cologne, and for a moment, I'm tempted to pack it into my bag. Every time I smell that cologne, I yearn to feel his touch on my body and to take him in my mouth again. I don't pack it, I leave it in the bathroom. I look at the building across the street as I wait for a cab, tempted to take a ride in the elevator. A smile crosses my face as a tingle passes through my body. The Elevator It came creaking to a grinding halt just between the 3rd and 2nd floor, just before the lights flickered off. They had waited for the elevator to come to the 3rd floor at the end of the day on Friday. Both of them were tired and ready to go home. She normally wasn't even in the office, so it was kind of nice to be out and about. They had chatted about weekend plans while they waited for the old elevator that took forever.. Tried to ignore the fact that they had both somewhat acknowledged a mutual attraction recently that would never obviously be acted upon for several reasons, one of which, not the main one obviously, but one being there would never be opportunity. It was actually kind of more than just a slight attraction...for her anyway. But she had gotten good at bottling it up and hiding it. She had even made some joking comment about how there was no issue with temptation as they weren't likely to be trapped on a deserted island together. Those words were still hanging in her head as the elevator came to that Grinding Halt. Of course they laughed at first. Clearly it was a temporary issue and it would come right back on. "This elevator is older than both of us put together," he said. "Yes, that makes me feel safe in it," she said. "Well, I'm sure it will come back on in a few minutes," he said. So they waited. After about ten minutes, she started looking at the paper work on the inside of the wall. "Well, there's no contact info on here. There's inspection information. That's it," she said. "My cell phone has no service anyway, how about you?" he said. She flipped open her phone. They must have been within some solid wall area. She had no service either. "Well, the building's doorman will be checking on us I'm sure. Or the security team," she said, laughing. The old building had none of that. He kind of chuckled, but the reality started sinking in. It really wasn't that funny. It was Friday night during one of the slowest months of the year. In all likelihood, everyone else was gone. And even if they weren't, there were always stairs to use for the small, three-floor building. Considering the elevator was already extremely slow, no one waiting would assume it was stuck. They'd figure it was taking a while, and take the stairs. And, again, it was Friday night. The reality started sinking in for her as well. After about a half hour of the elevator not moving and it getting progressively darker, and warmer in the small space, she sat down on the floor. He sat down as well, on the opposite wall. "Well, this sucks," she said. "Yep," he said, staring at the ceiling. People would obviously start worrying about the two of them being MIA at some point. But not for a couple of hours. He didn't want to really look at her. This was kind of a tense situation. They were alone in dark, close quarters. And he was attracted to her. He didn't want to be, but the fact remained that he was. Their connection had become intense in some ways for the two of them. In some dark hours of the night, he could admit that to himself. He did have a lot of self-control. But this situation, depending on how long it lasted, could test it. It really could. She sat as far away as possible from him in the small elevator. Which wasn't that far at all. She did allow herself the luxury of looking at him, however. She subtly tried to look, but looked all the same. She looked at his clothes. She looked at his face. His eyes. His hair. His mouth. Not obviously. But subtly. He could feel her looking at him. "So, what should we do now," she said. "I don't know," he said. "Should we think about something to talk about?" she said. "I guess," he said. "Well you don't have to be so miserable about it. I'm sure there are worse people to get stuck in an elevator with. Let's make the best of it," she said. "You're right. That's a good point," he said. And it was. "I mean, I could be a nine-months pregnant claustrophobic nymphomaniac," she said, with a smile. "Now there's a scary thought," he said. "Well, I can assure you, I'm not nine-months pregnant or claustrophobic, anyway," she said. What was he supposed to say to that? He said nothing. He thought that was safest. "That was a joke," she said. "Funny," he said. But it was clear it was not funny. Sigh. This was slightly awkward, she thought. And man, it was hot. It was really getting hot in there. There was no ventilation because of the power outage. Like they really needed this aspect, he thought. He rolled the sleeves of his button down shirt up, but with the t-shirt underneath it was really almost unbearable. She was struggling too. She was cross-legged on the floor in her long black skirt and knee high black boots. She didn't wear tights today but the boots were hot. She was wearing a sweater that was really hot over a tank top. Taking the sweater off was really out of the question, but she had to take the boots off. In her ankle socks and bare legs, even under her long skirt, it would be much easier. "I've got to take my boots off. It is so hot in here," she said. "It is really hot. You might as well get more comfortable. This is going to be a while longer, I have a feeling," he said. He watched her unzip each long boot, one at a time. For some reason, watching her unzip them and slide them off was turning him on. Something about her unzipping anything and taking it off. He blocked that feeling out immediately. She wore white ankle socks underneath and he caught a glimpse of bare skin as she pulled them off and pulled her skirt back over her legs and pulled them under her. "Sorry, they were just hot," she said. "I don't mind at all," he said. And he did not. At all. "You should take that shirt off - you have a t-shirt underneath. You have to be dying," she said. But blushed after she said it. He thought that was cute. "I might. I'm ok for now," he said. But he really wasn't. It was so hot in the elevator. It might have also been the two of them being so close to one another, alone, in the dark, that made it worse. But they were both about to sweat. "Actually, I think I need to lose the shirt," he said. Now she was sweating but the heat was coming from the inside. She watched his fingers unbutton one at a time until he pulled the shirt off and was left with a white t-shirt. She'd thought about taking that shirt off him earlier in the day. Now she just stared at the ceiling. Still the elevator didn't move. It was so quiet. They weren't really saying anything to each other. "So, do you want to tell me your life story?" she asked, beginning to sweat a little more. "You can take it off if you want. I won't look," he said. "What?" she said. "Your sweater. I know you must be really hot in it. You have something under it, right?" he said "I do. It is only a tank top though," she said, blushing. "Well, let's be realistic. You can't wear that with it being this hot in here," he said. She was really blushing now. "Well, ok, I am really hot," she said. He looked at the doors while she pulled off the sweater, revealing a white cotton tank top over a black bra. She was so regretting the black bra choice now but she had no way of knowing that what she wore under would ever be seen. And it was such a relief to have the sweater off. He didn't look at her. It...it wasn't easy. But he stared at the doors as long as he could. "It's ok. You can't not look at me forever. My arms are crossed. And to be honest, what difference does it make anyway. We're friends," she said. He looked at her then. "Well, yes, we're friends," he said. He could see the bra straps under her tank top. He was starting to worry. "But...," she said. "But...come on. I'm only human," he said. "So...I should keep my arms crossed then," she said. She started to feel warmer. Warmer still. Things started to stir in her. She liked that for once, he couldn't walk away. Get away. He'd have to face her. And if he felt nothing, that's fine. But if he felt something, he couldn't hide it. "Yes. Please keep them crossed," he said. "Or...." she said. The tank top was really thin cotton. "Or, you'll look?" she said. It was getting warmer, and warmer. The tension in the air was starting to rise. "Yes, I'll look," he said. He put his head back on the wall and looked at the ceiling, elbows on his knees. This was getting dangerous. But it felt good. He couldn't deny that. "What if I want you to look," she said. He tapped the back of his head against the wall. Trying to knock some sense into both of them. But they'd been the elevator over an hour. Maybe two. It was dark except for the low emergency lights. It was hot. Their clothes were being peeled off the longer they were in there. There was only so much a person could take. He looked right at her now. And she uncrossed her arms. He could see her black bra right through her tank top. "See? Was that so bad," she said. She was really hot now. Definitely. Sweat broke out over her skin. She had to pull her skirt up, over her knees. He looked at her legs. And looked at the ceiling again. "Did you ever think that maybe this was fate," she said. "Come on," he said. "Seriously. Why else would we get stuck in here. We are never, ever alone anywhere. This is the most alone we have ever been. And for the longest time. No one will ever know what happened in here. I know that sounds bad, but think about it," she said. As much as he wanted to disagree, it kind of made sense in some warped way. But that warped way could have been attributed to oncoming heat stroke. He stood his ground. Staring at the ceiling. Fifteen minutes of silence went by. The elevator to her had become a sort of cage and she was like an animal. She'd have paced back and forth if she had enough room. The hot air in there was boiling the physical want she had for him over and it was spilling over like lava now. She wondered if he could feel it. "What are you thinking about," she asked. His legs were crossed and he still wouldn't look at her. "Nothing," he said. "Yes, you are. I can tell. What?" she said. "Do you really want to know?" he asked. "What do you think," she said. "Ok. I am wondering if you are wearing anything under that skirt. I saw you walking around today and from the way it looks, I don't think you are," he said. He was right. "Well, I could tell you. Or you can find out for yourself," she said. "Stop," he said. "Listen, I am no longer on your side here. I'll give you fair warning. I have exhibited as much will power as I possibly can. But this situation is too much for me. I'll admit it. I give up. It is all on you now. I am here. If you want me," she said. "And I'll probably start trying to make you want me more. Just to let you know," she said. "Please, stop," he said. "I can't. I really can't. I'm sorry. Unless you do not want me at all. If you tell me that, I'll stop," she said. Silence. "This is not fair to me," he said, and she could tell he was annoyed. "I'm trying to do the right thing, for both of us, maybe even more so for you, and it is not right for you to lay this all on me, especially given the situation we're in," he said. "I don't want you to do the right thing. I want you to do the wrong thing," she whispered. And she really did. "Preferably several times. Hard," she said. He punched the wall of the elevator. "God! Stop! I am a nice guy. But I am not that nice. You are testing me!" he said. She didn't say anything. Just stared at him now. He looked at her finally. And read what her stare was saying to him. "Stop looking at me like that," he said. It was almost a plea at this point. "You are really asking for it," he said. "That's where you're wrong," she said, now moving into a slow crawl over to him in the elevator car. She got right in front of him on her knees, and reached out with one hand, forcing him to look at her. "I'm not asking for it," she said softly, hand warm on his face, both of them broken out into a sweat, and she leaned in closer. "I'm begging for it," she said, still staring into his eyes. And that was it. He snapped. He couldn't take it anymore. He was angry. And hot. And really turned on. He pulled her to her feet, roughly, and pushed her against the wall of the elevator, pinning her arms to the wall, and waited about one second before kissing her, hard, so hard. Her tongue was wild on his and her fingers were tight in his hair. Her hands traveled all over him and pulled his shirt up and off and he did the same with her tank top, pulling her bra straps down roughly and grabbing her breasts hard, still kissing her against the wall. He stopped for a minute..pulling back, holding tight onto her. "This is what you wanted, right? You don't want me to be a nice guy," he said to her. "No...no I don't," she said. He pulled her leg to him and ran his hand under her skirt, up, higher, higher. "So....I was right. I knew it. Tease," he said, grabbing her naked underneath her skirt and pulling her body to his. She bit her lip with the feeling of his hands on her skin, and her fingers dug into his neck as he kissed her hard again, his hands grabbing her so hard, pulling her to him. She reached down to open his jeans, all that was in between them now. Her fingers were on the button. Both of them so hot. Ready. And just as she got them open. The lights came in the elevator. And it started to move. Reality hit and they rushed to get clothing in order. She pulled her sweater on. The boots weren't a big deal - easily explained. Same with his button down shirt as long as the t shirt was on. He buttoned his pants back up. The strong likelihood was there would be no one in the lobby when the door opened but just in case, it had to be considered. Her heart was racing and if she was honest with herself, she was almost in tears. He couldn't look at her. He wiped his face with his shirt in his hand. It was still pretty hot. She got her boots on. The elevator door opened on the lobby floor. And they paused for a second, no one in sight. She was still catching her breath. He looked out in the lobby. She waited for him to walk out first, knowing he would. And she knew he'd walk out of the elevator and probably be distant from now on. And would never talk about it again. And all these thoughts went through her head in a split second and even in that split second, considering that killed her inside. She just needed to walk away first ...to save some face before she cried the whole way home. She had already begun to accept it when, as she began to move toward the door, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her backwards and hit 3 on the bank of buttons, and the doors closed again. "Wait..what..I..." she began, and he pulled her to him, roughly, and kissed her again, pushing into the wall again, running his hands under her skirt again. "You're not getting off the hook that easy," he whispered, pulling away for a minute. "You may have started this. You have been asking for this for a long time. But I'm done saying no. I'm done with self-control. You've pushed me past my limit now. I'm done," he whispered. The elevator door opened and he grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the elevator and to the office door, unlocked it and pulled her inside. He dropped his bag and pulled hers out of her hand and threw it on the ground and kissed her again. "Now where were we..." he said. "I think we were right here," he whispered, again pushing into the wall, grabbing her, naked, under her skirt, pushing her back hard against the wall, pulling her against him. She pulled her sweater and tank top off again and pulled his shirt off...and they kissed hard, tongues all over each other, hot, messy, hard kisses, with her hands tight in his hair, hard on his back, moving, kissing the whole time, until they were in his office, and he lifted her onto his desk. She wrapped her legs around him, still kissing, and he pushed her skirt all the way back as she again found the buttons of his jeans, the only thing left in the way. It was happening so fast, with his mouth now on her neck, her pushing his jeans out of the way, his hands running all over her under her skirt, feeling her body, how wet she was. "Let me take it off," she said, pulling at her skirt. "No, leave it on...I like it this way," he said. And pushing it all the way back, jeans gone, he held her hips in the silky black skirt, pushed so far back he could see her, and mouth buried in her neck he thrust himself all the way inside her, so fast, so hard. He felt her back arch under him, heard her gasp and sigh, her fingers scratching his back. "Yes...more..," she said. "This is what you wanted?" he said. "Yes..yes ..," she said, as he went harder, faster, pulling her hips tighter to him. Hearing her sighing and gasping made him just go harder. Things were falling off his desk now but he didn't care. Tighter she held onto him as she finally felt this. Felt what she thought about for so long, made all the better by the fact that she thought she had lost it after getting so close. And she was wanton and turned on and didn't care what she said. "Fuck me," she whispered. And he was momentarily shocked but... God, it worked for him. "Fuck me harder," she said, whispering his name. Oh yeah, this was really working for him now. It was right. It worked for exactly where they were right now. Maybe not some other place and time or even person. But right now? Yeah, this was what it was. He wasn't going to last much longer, especially if she kept saying that. "Oh...yeah....fuck me...just like that," she whispered, seeing the affect it had on him now, as he was trying to hold on... "Stop," he said. She gasped and moaned as he went harder and harder, but still, he was so close..so close. She knew he was close. She wanted him to. She wanted to see him do it. And harder, more stuff pushed onto the floor from the desk, more as she lay fully back on the desk now, back arched, ready. And just as he knew he couldn't hold back anymore, she lifted herself back up to wrap her arms around him and whispered in his ear, just at the right moment... "I love the way you fuck me,"' and whispered his name again, and his almost rolled back into his head as the timing just made everything he felt so much more intense. Why that felt so good, he didn't know. But it did. Why think about it. And he lifted her off the desk and pulled her to the floor to sit with her in his lap, and actually laughed for a few minutes to himself at how ridiculously intense it was. After resting her head on his shoulder for a while she looked at her watch. "No one is looking for us yet, huh?" she said. Both their phones were silent. Feeling her skin against his, so warm...he ran his hand along her arm, and over her back, expertly unhooking the bra that had been simply pushed out of the way before. He traced a circle around her nipple with his finger, hearing her sharp intake of breath in response. "Man, how long does it take for an elevator to get fixed..." he whispered. "I bet the power won't come back on for at least another hour....or two" The End. The Elevator Have you ever looked at someone and felt a click? I'm not talking about love at first sight or anything crazy like that; but that instant connection that tells you that you and that person are meant to be involved in each others' lives in some way. It's happened to me a few times in my life. Most of them have turned out to be close friends, but there was one...well I'll just have to tell you the story. It happened when I was heading out to lunch one day. I worked in a huge building; the kind that has so many floors that it takes ages to get from the very bottom to the very top. And every floor is a different department of a different company, so while you don't know the vast majority of people you see every day, you have a vague sense that most of them are familiar. It makes for great people watching because it's just anonymous enough without being completely impersonal. You can casually notice the woman whose belly gets bigger and bigger over the course of several months and then she disappears from your consciousness for a while until she shows up looking normal again. You can watch the two lovebirds make eyes at each other, catch them holding hands once or twice, then feel the angry tension as they stand on opposite sides of the elevator with you in the middle. Good times. At any rate, this particular day I was on my way out to lunch and, as always, it was a long slow ride to the bottom because I work near the top and, well, it was lunchtime so we had to stop at damn near every floor to let someone else on. It was getting crowded, obviously, and I was getting pushed further and further into the back corner, which was fine with me. I much prefer that to the game of shuffling as close as possible to the person behind you without making physical contact. So the elevator stopped at yet another floor and you could feel the collective frustrated sigh of every person on board. The doors opened and we just happened to look right at each other as he stepped on. Our eyes locked together and I felt a little jolt of recognition. Not the kind you get when you know someone, the kind you get when you realize you should know them. It may have been just my imagination but I think he faltered a little; just the slightest hesitation to hold my gaze a split second longer before turning around and facing the closed doors like every dutiful elevator rider should. I'm not ashamed to admit it; I stared bullets at the back of his head. I stared and wished there weren't so many people between us so I could get a look at his ass. I stared and wondered whether he could feel me looking at him. I stared and imagined there was no one else on the elevator and he just turned to me without a word, pushed me up against the back wall and kissed me so hard I couldn't breathe. Maybe he even slipped his hand under my cashmere sweater and rubbed one thumb in little circles over my nipple, pressing his body against mine hard enough that I could feel his erection against my hip while he sucked on my bottom lip. From there I had to backtrack a bit and change my fantasy clothes. I was wearing pants, but suddenly in my mind I was wearing a conservative knee length skirt, the hem of which he grabbed in his fists and shoved up over my hips. The imaginary me was always more adventurous than the real me so of course she wasn't wearing any panties, a fact that appeared to pleasantly surprise him. He gave me a look and shook his head, tsking as if to indicate he thought I was a very naughty girl. I just smiled coyly and grabbed his tie, wrapping it once around my fist before pulling him close for another kiss. By this time both of us, the fantasy me and the real me, were pretty well turned on and we could feel the wetness between our legs. The imaginary me got the lucky end of the deal because our fantasy man unzipped his pants and a suitably well-proportioned dick popped out of the opening. He grabbed me by my thighs and lifted me, pausing only for a second to look in my eyes before sinking deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around him, one of my red heels slipping off my foot in the process, but I didn't think much about it other than to note that fantasy me had very nice taste in shoes. He filled me perfectly and started rocking against me with unerring rhythm. The sense of urgency, the fear of getting caught at any moment, the rapid pace and jarring impact of his thrusts all pushed me quickly toward climax. The man caught my hair in his fist and jerked my head back, pressing his lips to mine and burrowing his tongue deep into my mouth to muffle the increasingly loud grunts and cries I was making. Of course that sent me right over the edge and I dug my feet into his ass and ground hard against him as I came. Seconds later he jerked and groaned loud in my ear, and then I felt a spreading warmth deep inside. The fantasy me doesn't worry about contraception and diseases and the like so I'm not at all concerned about the little trickle of warm liquid oozing down my thigh as he set me back on my feet. I know the thigh-high stockings...black silk ones...with a seam up the back...yes, they'll catch the moisture before it gets much further... Now that's not the unusual part, I have little daydreams like that all the time and I take a secret pleasure in knowing that no one has any clue what's going on in my head. Thank goodness people can't read minds, right? Or if they can, thank goodness I don't know about it. It probably wouldn't stop me from fantasizing, but I'd feel a lot more self-conscious about it. I'd probably feel like I had to tone it down to avoid offending anyone and doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of a fantasy? The unusual part is that while I was enjoying my little fantasy, right at the moment of climactic impact...he looked at me. Not fantasy man, REAL man. It was just a quick, casual look over his shoulder; the kind most people wouldn't think twice about. But as he turned his eyes back to the door I saw a little grin creep across his face and I swear he knew. I may have blushed, I'm not sure. I don't usually. You have to learn to control that sort of thing if you're going to go around having pornographic daydreams in public. Especially if, like me, you like to be obvious sometimes when you check a guy out because you enjoy knowing that they'll get a little ego boost from it. It's important to not look embarrassed when you're 'caught' scoping a guy's bulge. Still, I suppose I may have blushed that time and maybe that's how he knew. Whatever the case I was certain he knew what I was thinking and that did make me blush and fidget in my shoes. The tall suit next to me shot me a dirty look when my arm brushed his, but I just rolled my eyes. Eventually we all made it to the ground floor and the doors opened and people spilled off and I made a concerted effort not to look at my fantasy man as he and our fellow passengers disappeared into the crowd. I reached the glass doors leading outside just as someone opened it and of course when I glanced up to say thank you I found that it was him. It was my turn to falter, but I remembered to smile and thank him and basically tried to pretend I hadn't just imagined him fucking me in the elevator. But he was looking at me with that smile that people usually reserve for someone they share a secret with and I couldn't help returning it as I walked through the door. I headed for my favorite deli, but before I'd gone far I realized he'd fallen into step with me. Casual as could be, as if there was nothing odd about following a strange woman down the sidewalk. I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye thinking maybe he just happened to be heading in the same direction. And then he asked me where we were going for lunch, cool as a cucumber, like we'd known each other for years. Of course I played along. What else could I do? On the way back to work after what turned out to be a very pleasant and extra long lunch break he gave me his card with his cell number scribbled on the back. This seemed like such a normal thing to do I admit I was a tad disappointed in his lack of creativity and, at that point, on the fence about whether I would call him or not. If he was already failing to live up to my fantasies it wouldn't be fair to string him along any further. The lobby was surprisingly empty, I imagine because we were long past the usual end of lunch rush, and as it turned out we were the only people to board the elevator. I know for a fact I blushed this time because although I tried not to think about it, the mental images from earlier flooded my mind. As the doors slid together he turned and grabbed me hard around the waist, pressing his mouth to mine and slipping his tongue between my lips before I even realized what was happening. The force of his kiss took my breath away and made me instantly wet. I don't remember what I did with my hands or what I was thinking about. The only details that registered were the way his breath tasted vaguely of basil and how the railing of the elevator dug painfully into my lower back as he pushed me up against the wall. Not that I minded. It was exactly like I imagined it, only better because it was real. My fantasy men all kiss the same. They never do anything surprising because they do what I tell them to do. Real men are so much more spontaneous. This man in particular had a knack for catching me off my guard, as I would quickly learn. This time he surprised me by sliding his hand down the front of my pants. I made a token effort to stop him, wiggling a bit and making little whimpering noises as he kissed me harder, holding me in place with his body. We both knew there wasn't time for that. The door could open at any moment. But as it turned out he wasn't trying to get me off (more's the pity). His hand slid into my slacks, under my panties, and one long finger pressed deep inside me making my breath catch. I'm pretty sure I nipped his lip, but he didn't seem to mind. And then he slid slowly back out, brushing my clit lightly as he went, just in time for us to hear the ding. He stepped away and turned toward the doors as they opened. Two completely faceless and anonymous people stepped on and turned their backs to us. I was too distracted to register any details about them. I don't even know if they were men or women. I looked at him standing next to me and he turned his face toward me so I could see his sly grin. I watched, hypnotized as the finger slowly approached his mouth, his pink tongue darted out to brush the tip, and then the entire finger disappeared between his lips as he slowly sucked it clean. I'm not sure how I remained standing because I know for sure that my knees turned to jelly. But somehow I maintained my upright orientation long enough for the other two people to disembark. He kissed me again, nothing as passionate as before just enough that I could taste myself on his lips, then he got off at the next floor. He turned and looked in at me just before the doors closed and silently mouthed the words "call me." Of course I did.