0 comments/ 107421 views/ 6 favorites Elevator Story By: HungryGuy I had stopped at the mall on my way home from work on a Friday night to buy _Half Life 5._ After I parked in the garage under the apartment building where I lived, there were a few people waiting for the elevators. I'd seen them in the building before, but I didn't pay much attention to them; I just couldn't wait to start slaughtering alien invaders again. As it was, I had a boner fantasizing about _Gordon Freeman,_ the hero of the game, getting it on with _Alyx Vance,_ his female sidekick. I was sure glad that I was wearing baggy jeans! My guy friends tell me that I'm never going to meet a girl hiding out in my apartment playing video games, but I'm such a dweeb when it comes to women. I'd already wasted too much of my life trying to meet women in clubs; after the umpteenth put-down from asking a woman to dance or something, I said, "Never more!" And even reputable dating services are more interested in bleeding you for every last cent than in helping you find a perfect match. The elevator in front of me opened, so I was the first one in. Three short Chinese women and a married couple followed me in. As the door started to close, someone out in the lobby called out, "Hold it!" Someone grabbed the door to make it open again. An elderly couple started dragging some kind of upright chest of drawers in. I backed up against the wall, as did one of the Chinese women. Another of the Chinese women backed up, pressing her body against the one backed against the wall, to let the old folks in with their dresser. Then, as the old folks squeezed in, the Chinese woman standing in front of me backed into me and pressed her back snugly against me. She didn't look at me or say a word. Oh man! I could feel my boner pressing into her ass crack. The elevator started to rise. I prayed that the Chinese girls and the old folks lived on an upper floor. The elevator stopped on the 13th floor and the couple squeezed past the old folks to get out, and I figured that the thrill was over. Yet, it was still a tight squeeze with the old folks and their chest; the girl leaning against me didn't move off me. Then the old folks got off on the 19th floor and struggled their chest out of the elevator. The two other Chinese girls separated, but the one leaning against me didn't move. Hey, maybe she was into leaning against me! We rode up to the 23rd floor. As the other two girls started to leave the elevator, the one leaning against me said something to them in Chinese. The three of them talked back and forth a few times in Chinese. Then one of the other Chinese women looked at me and said, "Do you need glove?" _Huh?_ Then, while I was wondering what she meant, the other reached into her purse and handed the girl leaning against me some small items wrapped in foil. I gasped when I saw the brand. She had handed her some rubbers. _Holy shit!_ That one Chinese girl and I rode alone up to my floor, her still leaning up against me snugly. In the quiet, I could feel her heart beating and I could feel her back flexing as she breathed in and out. When the door opened at my floor, she got off me and walked to the door and waited. I followed her out of the elevator, and said, "Hi!" She said something in Chinese and waited again. I thought I knew where this was going, what with the rubbers and all, but now I wasn't sure. How could anything happen if she didn't speak English? I started to walk down the hallway toward my apartment, then she stepped in front of me and looked up at me, neither smiling nor frowning. "I don't know what you want," I said. She said something in Chinese and waited, watching me intently. This was getting too freaky. I walked around her, toward my door, and she followed me into my apartment. I dropped the plastic _GameGo_ bag containing the game on my coffee table and said, "My name is Gary. What's yours? Would you like something to eat or drink? Sit and talk? Watch a movie, maybe?" She grabbed my wrist and slapped the packets of rubbers into my hand, then stared up at me with a blank expression. So, okay, I can take a hint after it's been pounded into me by a 20-ton steam hammer. I looked at her closely for the first time. She looked to be about my age, or maybe a couple of years younger; she had short black straight hair with bangs over her face in what I assume was the traditional Chinese style; and had the most beautiful brown eyes. But she had the figure of a pencil; I could hardly see a chest on her. Still, she was really, really cute! I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Frankly, though, I was terrified; I was about to fuck a girl who I had just met less than 10 minutes ago, and I didn't even know her name. We couldn't even communicate with each other, for sakes! We stared at each other, her with her blank expression. What, exactly, did she expect me to do to get things started? She pointed at my hand holding the rubbers and said something in Chinese. "Yeah, these are rubbers," I said absently. She walked up and snuggled against me, resting her head against my chest. So I put my arms around her and held her tightly. My boner, still hard, was pressing into her crotch. I reached up and started stroking her soft black hair behind her head. "Mmmmmm," she cooed and put her arms around me too. We stood like that for nearly a minute before she looked up at me. I leaned down and kissed her. She welcomed my kiss with open mouth. While we kissed, I ran my fingertips up and down her spine, outside her colorful blouse, feeling the bump of her bra between her shoulder blades. We broke the kiss, both of us panting. I looked down at her, and she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and waited. I dropped the rubbers on my lamp table next to my bed and reached up and fingered the next button of her blouse for a moment before I unbuttoned it, then I paused. She unbuttoned the next button and waited. I unbuttoned the fourth button. We alternated like that until her blouse was hanging loosely on her shoulders. I hesitated, then pulled the collar of her blouse loose. She raised her arms up as if expecting me to remove it from her, so I did. Then I tossed it on the bed. Then she unhooked one hook from her bra, the kind that hooks in the front. I almost knew she wanted me to unhook the other one, but I was so nervous. After waiting for a few moments, she unhooked the second hook also. I reached up to her shoulder and touched the strap. She spread her arms out, inviting me to remove it. I picked up both straps on my hands and slowly slid them out over her shoulders and let her bra fall to the floor. I stared at her tiny breasts. Her nipples wee but little red pimples. She cupped one of her breasts in her hand and said something in Chinese. "You're so beautiful," I said. "I wish I knew your name." She reached up behind my head and pulled my face down to her chest. I had to lean down quite far since she was so much shorter. I licked one of her nipples, drawing an immediate "Ohhhhh!" from her. I sat on the bed and pulled her to me. With her standing up to the bed straddling my knees, her chest was right in my face. I resumed sucking that nipple until it grew a quarter inch inside my mouth. She pulled away and pressed the other nipple to my lips. With her nipples moistened and hardened, she reached down and tugged on my shirt. I guess it was my turn next. I started to pull my tee shirt up over my head, then she grabbed it and yanked it up and off. I was panting so hard, and my cock was aching for release. I pulled her onto my lap and kissed her again while I fondled her enlarged nipples. As we kissed, I fell backward, pulling her on top of me. She broke the kiss, climbed higher on me, and pressed her nipples, one at a time, to my mouth for more sucking. After a few minutes, she sat up on my lap, crushing my boner under her ass. Then she just looked at me. I put my hands on her thighs, rubbing outside her tight faded jeans. She took my hands and placed them on the top edge of her jeans above the zipper. I paused, unbuttoned the button, then cautiously unzipped her jeans. She crawled off me and stood, and let her jeans fall. Then she pulled her panties down, revealing a cute little back muff between her legs. Then, completely naked, she crawled back onto me and sat on my chest with her back to me. _What's that?_ She had a small tattoo of a dragon in the small of her back just above her ass crack. With her cute little ass on my chest, she began to fuss with my zipper. I heard the zipper open, then she shoved my jeans and BVDs down to my knees and to my ankles. "Ohhhh!" she cooed as my cock sprang up in the open air. I kicked my shoes off and let my jeans and BVDs drop to the floor under my feet. I gasped when she grabbed my cock in her hand and held it there, squeezing it firmly, but not so tight that it hurt. Then she started to slide backward. Her ass crawled back until she was directly over my face with me staring into her asshole and pussy. A split second later, her full weight was resting on my face. For a small girl, the pain was incredible. She continued to hold my cock in her hand. She didn't stroke it or anything, just held it tightly. The feeling was not unpleasant. I needed to take a breath, and tapped against her thigh to suggest that she lift up. Instead, she grabbed my wrist with her free hand and said something in Chinese. She squirmed a little, twisting my face, and dripping pussy juice into my mouth. I hoped I guessed right what she wanted, for I slid my tongue up into her soaking pussy and began licking. I fucked the hole with my tongue a few times, then sucked her clit into my mouth. That drew a gasp from her. I licked her clit, drawn into my mouth with the suction of my breath. I flicked it and played with it with my tongue while she "Oooh'ed!" and "Aaah'ed!" My lungs were screaming in pain for breath when she started quaking and quivering on my face. Every lick of my tongue against her clit evoked a shiver in her body. I was certain that I was about to pass out when she finally fell forward onto me, giving me a view of her anus and spit-soaked pussy. She squeezed my head between her thighs as I stared past her ass crack up to the ceiling. Then she took my cock into her mouth. I had been hard and horny ever since I left the mall, and I was on a hair trigger. No sooner had her lips slid over the head of my cock that I exploded into her mouth. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" I moaned and quivered with every wad of cum that shot out the end of my cock into her throat. My shots came farther and farther apart until I was drained. She then crawled around and lay on top of me and snuggled her head onto my shoulder next to mine. I wrapped my arms around her back, squeezing her tightly as I lay there in a post orgasmic haze. I turned to face her and kissed her, and we kissed for the next few minutes as she lay on top of me. When we broke the kiss, I said, "That was wonderful! Even the part where you sat on my face was exciting! None of my old girlfriends would ever think to do something so erotic!" She just whispered something in Chinese and rested her chin on my shoulder again. I didn't know what to do next, so I just lay there feeling her warmth. It felt so good, and neither of us moved, and we eventually fell asleep in each other's arms. Sometime during the night, I woke. She was squirming around and I relaxed my grasp on her. She whispered something in Chinese then got out of bed. Cest la vie, I thought. But then she got back into bed, holding something in her hand. She was ripping that pouch with the rubber open. "But I'm not hard right now, girl!" I said. She gave me a knowing smile, as if she understood what I said. With rubber in hand, she leaned onto me and put my limp member into her mouth while straddling my head with her legs again. Once again, I was staring into her pussy and ass between her thighs while she worked my cock with her lips and tongue. Of course, I got hard pretty quickly, but the she sat up on my face again, once again resting her full weight on my head. I felt her slide the rubber onto my hard member with her nimble fingers while I held my breath under her ass. A moment later she lifted her ass off my face and crawled down to my hips. Her deft fingers steered my cock in while she impaled herself on me. Her little smile was so beautiful looking down at me while she bounced up and down on my cock. It was so incredibly enjoyable to just lay there while the girl did all the work fucking herself on me. I wished I knew her name. Her effort paid off, and I exploded into her tight pussy. We quaked in rhythm as I shot wad after wad into her, and then as I wound down, she fell forward onto me for a long wet mouth kiss. We fell asleep together once again, this time with her on top of me. That felt so good. I don't know how she did it without waking me, but I woke alone the next morning. Figuring that she had just gone to use the bathroom, I left looked in, but she wasn't there. My heart sank as I wandered through my small apartment, all alone. Months passed, and I eventually got over her. I still thought about her every now and again, but why should I get all mushy over some slut I did during a one-night-stand? I thought nothing of it when my doorbell rang just then. I still didn't know my neighbors very well, and it was usually some just some salesman selling cable TV. I don't watch much TV; a cheap pair of "rabbit ears" were good enough for me. I was all set to tell the salesman where he could plug his cable when--holy shit!--it was those three Chinese girls, including _my_ Chinese girl. She was carrying a small suitcase. What the fuck? Counting back, it hadn't been nine months yet, and her belly was as petite as when I fucked her. One of the others said in broken "Engrish," "We leave on airplane tonight for Beijing. Not return. Chin want to stay. She like you. Want to stay with you. She say you good fuck. Okay?" I smiled at Chin. "Yes! I like Chin too! She can stay with me." Chin seemed to understand without the others translating, because she dropped her suitcase and jumped into my arms and gave me a sloppy wet kiss. That was five years ago. We got married a year later and she got her permanent visa. And she plans to get a job when her "Engrish" gets good enough. We still have trouble communicating, but we love each other, and maybe even start a family some day. * END * Elevator Story Here I was, waiting for the elevator, again. That's the problem with working on the tenth floor, I thought. I pushed the down arrow, again. Yeah, that always helps. There should be more than two elevators in this big building. I wish I hadn't needed to come in on a Saturday, especially a gorgeous beach day like this. Just another slave to the dollar, but this slave was making her escape! I had finished up my work fairly quickly without the usual workday distractions. My beach bag was over my shoulder, I hadn't wanted to leave anything sitting in the car in the nearly deserted parking lot. Just my luck, someone would break a window for the bag, just to find my swimsuit and beach blanket. I judged that I still might be able to spend a couple hours soaking up the sun...if this elevator EVER came. Startled momentarily by the sound of footsteps behind me, I turned to see who else had been stuck working today. "Hey Tom. Catching up on some work?" I'd had my eye on Tom since he started at the office three months ago. From the moment I saw him, I hoped he would ask me out. He's gorgeous, tall (okay, almost everyone is tall to me, but he was a good head taller than my 5'2"), sandy blond hair (cut short, yet fashionable), crystal-blue eyes that you could just sink into and a fit, tanned body if his nicely-muscled arms were any guide. His sense of humor meshed well with my own and he wasn't all caught up in his own ego like most men in their mid-twenties. We'd had intelligent and thoughtful conversations in the break room. I learned that he had broken up with his long-time girlfriend recently (they'd grown apart) and didn't want to rush into another relationship. I swear I'd nearly blurted out, "What about just sex?" Of course, I wanted more than that, but sex was pretty high up in my thoughts considering how long it'd been since I'd last had any. Instead, I'd told him that waiting was probably best. Still, when I bent over at the water fountain, holding my long hair back, I could feel his eyes tracing my curves. Nobody could prove I sometimes waited to get water until he was headed that way, right? "Yes, Jen," Tom replied, breaking me from my reverie. "Following the never-ending paper trail I'm afraid." "These darn elevators are taking forever," I smiled back at him, pushing at the down button again. "I want to get to the beach while there's still daylight." Bing. "Your chariot awaits, m'lady." We moved into the elevator, exchanging small talk as the floor numbers clicked down. A grinding sound and an abrupt stop almost caused me to fall. Only Tom's hand on my arm kept me upright. "Tom..." "Yes, Jen?" "Tell me the elevator didn't just stop." "Jen, the elevator didn't just stop." I glanced around in disbelief at the unmoving car and then gazed at Tom. "Do you always do what people tell you? Exactly?" "Just you," he said with a small smile. "Funny, but I would appreciate it more at the beach with a drink than stuck in this piece of junk elevator." "Oooh, an invitation? Let's see, there should be an emergency button or something around here." Tom examined the panel and pulled open a little door set in it, revealing a telephone. "Even better, I hope," he said. "If we get out of here, of course you're invited," I responded to his earlier comment, my stomach fluttering a little bit. Had I waited too long to say something, did I sound stand-offish? Desperate? I was over-thinking this, wasn't I? "I'd like that, been working too much recently." He opened the cabinet and picked up the telephone handset. I could hear it ringing. Tom gave all the relevant information, listened for a moment, and hung up. "Good news, or bad?" I asked. "An hour," he said with an apologetic grimace. "There goes most of the day. And of course there's no AC in here." "At least the phone worked, I was worried for a minute. I'm sorry, Jen." "Not like it's your fault, Tom. I'm just glad I'm not alone. I'd be pretty scared." "Then, I'm glad I'm here, too," he said warmly. "At least we won't have to stand. I have my beach blanket." We spread the blanket out and settled down to wait. Within minutes, we were sweating pretty heavily. It was getting stuffier and hotter quickly. "I'm glad that I didn't have to wear a suit today," Tom blew out. "I wish I had worn shorts and not this sun dress, I was planning on changing later," I said, managing to fan my chest and face a little by gently flapping the bodice of the pale yellow dress. About 15 minutes later, our clothes were drenched, and the heat was becoming nearly unbearable. We were both trying to fan ourselves, but to little avail. "Jen, do you mind if I take off my shirt? I'm dying in here." "Go ahead," I said, fighting back a smile. Tom stood up and took off his shirt, much to my enjoyment. If I HAD to be stuck in an elevator, at least there was this. He had a muscular chest, not too hairy, gorgeous. Not overdone, but solid and strong. Very tan also, apparently I wasn't the only sun worshiper. He was so nice, so good looking, and I just knew he was interested in me. But it seemed he would never make a move, hurt from the demise of his last relationship. Life is so unfair sometimes. Fuck it, I thought. I'll never have a chance like this again. I stood up as well and said to Tom, "I'm going to take off this dress, I've already sweated through it. You won't see anything that you wouldn't have seen at the beach anyway." Without waiting for a response (beyond his blink of surprise), I drew the dress over my head. I stood before Tom, dressed only in a dark pink satin bra and matching panties with lace around the edges. I knew that the bra exposed most of the top and inner slopes of my handful-sized breasts and the panties showed off my slim, toned waist accentuated by the curviness of my hips and firm bottom. I hadn't lied though, he wouldn't have seen much more at the beach...if I had been wearing a very small bikini at least. I brushed my long black wavy hair back from my face, and smiled at Tom. His eyes had grown quite wide, and he had sucked his breath in involuntarily. "Oh, my," Tom whispered. "Now, I'm really hot! It seems we're going VERY casual." In a moment, he had pulled down his slacks, and stood in boxers. "Okay, we're even now." I giggled. I hadn't expected THAT! "Uh, Tom." I worried my lower lip between my teeth. "What?" I glanced down his body. "Never mind." Tom's eyes followed mine, to where his boxers were noticeably tented and then his eyes met mine. "At the beach if I had seen you looking that hot, I could have jumped in the cold water." "That's because of me?" I couldn't look away from his eyes, as much as I wanted to. But, I've always had great peripheral vision, thank God. "Now I know you're teasing me," he murmured, his eyes as warm as his tone. I shivered. I'd wanted, I'd hoped, but I hadn't expected. But, I wasn't going to blow whatever was happening here. I moved over to him, close enough that he could feel my breath on his chest. "If it's for me, I should get a look, don't you think?" He drew his breath in as my fingers stroked his chest, trailing downwards. I gave him a chance to stop me, but he remained silent, gazing at me. I slipped both hands into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his thighs and exposing the generous circumcised length of his shaft to my gaze. He leaned back against the elevator's wall, his breathing shallow and quick. "Mmmm please Jen," Tom moaned. "What, Tom?" "Touch me." I licked my lips and smiled, not really sure how we'd ended up here, but so glad that we had. As I stroked my fingertips against the tip of his manhood, Tom groaned. I could feel a drop of pre-cum along the tip, and smeared it around the head before I slid it down his shaft, gently stroking him. With my other hand, I worked his boxers down over his great ass. Damn, it felt as good as I had imagined. Tom's hands rose to caress my face, and then my neck, then my sides, and finally my breasts, still held within the lacy confines of my bra. I planted kisses on his chest, tasting traces of salt from his sweat, and enjoying the faint, pleasant smell of his cologne. "I want to touch you, Jen," Tom said, his voice husky with desire. "Please Tom, I've been wanting you to for so long." His hands circled me to unfasten my bra, and it fell slowly away from the turgid peaks helped by his gentle tugging. His face almost glowed with his admiration and made me feel warm inside. Oh hell, I was already hot and it had little to do with the temperature inside the closed elevator. "You're so lovely, Jen. Even more so than I had imagined." His clever fingers stroked my breasts, making me shiver. "You've been imagining me, Tom?" I asked. "For a long time, Jen, a long time." He lowered his head, and took my right nipple between his lips, sucking at it as he stroked the left between the pads of his fingertips. He trapped my nipple against the roof of his mouth, and moved it back and forth against the ridges. I moaned and held his head in place, I may have tried to cram my small breast into his mouth, but I can't swear to it. I wasn't thinking a lot right then, but I was sure feeling a lot. I do know that I caressed his head, my fingers running through his hair, holding his ears and I LOVED what he was doing to me. He kept at it, kissing and sucking, lips opening and moving against me, tongue swirling. His hands moved down my body, as if becoming acquainted, and he began to slide my panties downward. They clung to my sex at first, they were so wet, with my sweat and my juices. "Let's lay down, dear," he whispered in my ear. My fevered fog cleared with his magical mouth off of my body for the moment. I did feel happy when I realized that he looked nearly as dazed as I felt. "Yes. Let's." He smiled as his eyes drank in the sight of my nude body. His every move was so unhurried, as if he were paying homage to me, worshiping each part in turn with his gaze. We lay down onto the beach blanket, side by side facing each other, our hands running over each others' body. His erection was pressed flat against my stomach and I could feel its long, solid length clearly. "I was afraid I was just wishing that you wanted me, when you were just being nice to me because of my breakup." "I was nice to you because I like you. I didn't push you...too much, because you said you weren't ready for a relationship." "I feel ready now." "I'll say," I said with a grin, nuzzling at his neck even as I wiggled my body against his cock trapped between us, stroking him with all of me. "God, Jen. I want to be inside you," he said, his voice full of need and desire. "What if the elevator starts moving?" I asked. That's me, ever the voice of reason. "Do you want to wait?" "Hell no," I grinned at him, pulling him on top of me, our damp bodies sliding against each other exquisitely. To hell with reason. He kissed me then, a deep long exploring kiss, tongues entwining, that spoke of passions unspent, and promises of rapture. Damn could he kiss. Our hands were everywhere, feeling, kneading, pinching, stroking. My entire body became his to know, and I learned his also, loving the very feel of it underneath my hands and against my body. I could feel his erection, rubbing against my thigh, as the kiss continued. I slid my hand down to capture him gently and guided the tip of his member to my slick entrance, dropping my knees towards either side to open myself for him. Slowly Tom pushed into me, despite his size I only needed a few strokes to stretch for him as he realized how wet and ready I was. His groan and mine mingled together, until he was seated in me all the way. "God", I groaned. "You fill me up." I kissed at his chest, bit at his neck, fingernails lightly scratching his back as my sex squeezed around him. This was crazy, but it felt so right. He stayed within me, only moving a fraction of an inch in then out, both of us reveling in the slow grinding. Fuck, I was half panting, half whimpering in his ear. I bit his earlobe as a small orgasm shot through my body, my sex tightening around his deeply buried cock. "Damn, secret weapon," he groaned, trying to move through my pussy's tight grip around him until I finally relaxed. "You can exercise those muscles, too," I half-giggled, tightening purposely around him again, but only for a few moments. "And this is the best way." "You can practice with me anytime," he responded, starting to lengthen his thrusts. He moved fluidly within me, pulling almost all the way out, until I whimpered from the emptiness and then sliding fully back inside of me. He adjusted his angle as I rolled my hips to meet him, we both moved up and down, back and forth, squeezing him inside of me, moaning as he took me. Both of us were working up a lather, and were on the edge. We wouldn't last long this first time. He did say we could do this again, right? We heard a clanking sound coming from somewhere down below and the air suddenly stirred in the elevator, bringing a little cooling breeze to our heated bodies. "Hurry, Tom. I don't want to get caught," I moaned, my voice choked as I approached the point of no return. "Come inside me..." Faster and faster we moved, our slick bodies slapping together wetly. Tom pinched my nipples, my heels pulled him deeper inside me, urging him on. Grabbing his butt with one hand, wanting to feel that butt I had admired so often. Both of us moaning, losing control. Awash in pleasure, Tom pinched my nipple and I was gone. Me crying out as he groaned. "Tom......ohhhhhhhh." "Come for me baby, I'm coming in youuuu.." his final words came out in a half-growl. My body shook, racked by orgasm. The sensations caused lights to flash within my brain. My whole body tingled with numbness, then every nerve tantalized with feeling, suspended there, exquisite to the point of pain almost, wanting it to stop, never wanting it to stop, and repeating this again, and again. My eyes open staring into Tom's, my mouth searching out his, as we climaxed together. Tom's cum poured into me, deep, warm. Our bodies pressed tightly together, from mouth to groin, seeking to become one person, to share the blaze of passion each of us feel that much more closely. Damn, I wasn't letting him get away from me if I could help it. If he didn't decide I was just a slut and wondered why he'd ever been my friend. The beginnings of panic started to eat at me and then I pushed them away, intent to at least finish enjoying the afterglow. Then I'd put on my brave face before I had to deal with the consequences of having this great guy I'd come to like so much (and now wanted so much) not wanting anything to do with me. The elevator started moving, but slowly with much grinding of gears. We broke apart with a groan, our lips together until the last moment. Tom gave each of my breasts a tender kiss before standing and giving me his hand to help me up. As I stood, I gave his soaked manhood one long lick all the way up the underside. I pulled my dress over my head, picked up my bra and panties and blanket and stuffed them all into my beach bag. Tom had more to put on, good thing the elevator is slow. I watched him, enjoying the show and hiding my nervousness behind a smile. The best experience of my life and it was too damn short. I didn't want him to go. Hastily dressed, we waited for the elevator door to open standing apart in the elevator car, along with our own thoughts for a moment. My hair must be a mess, I thought. Tom looked at me thoughtfully, his head tilted to the side. I had the urge to fly into his arms and pull his hands onto my bottom, then under the short hem of my dress and let him touch me down there, feel how soaked I am. Instead, I clasped my hands in front of me, shifting from foot to foot. Tom looked directly at me, which didn't make me less nervous, as if trying to read my thoughts and emotions. Yeah, I'm a mess, so what? "I hadn't planned anything like this Tom, but I'm not sorry it happened. I do like you a lot, I hope you won't think too poorly of me." Tom's genuine surprise was evident, even to me. "How can you say that, Jen? First, you're my friend no matter what and second, you're sexy as hell. This was as much about what I wanted as what you wanted. Got it? I've been an idiot waiting this long. I'm damn glad I didn't ruin it. I hope I didn't. So tell me right now, do we have a date...for today and tonight and all the foreseeable future?" God, I loved the smile that had spread across his entire face. I looked up into his face, daring to hope, daring to believe. "It's a date. I don't want you to get away from me now." "I'm not going anywhere," he said as he lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against my knuckles. With a slight jar, the elevator door opened, and after a moment we walked out. Two repairmen were there, looking apologetic. "Sorry it took so long, folks." "No problem," Tom said. I echoed his comment. As we walked away, I saw the repairmen take in our disheveled appearance and then share a look after inhaling the unmistakable scent of sex in the elevator. Their eyes followed Tom and me as we walked out of the building, but I didn't care. I placed my hand in Tom's as we left together, our bodies naturally leaning into each other. I considered whispering to him that his cum was leaking down my legs, but decided I'd let him find that out on his own later. THE END