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Going Up

By: Hornyman69WithU



I was on business in LA staying at a hotel where there were college cheerleaders everywhere. I think some kind of cheerleading competition was underway, and many of them were staying there.

I went for a run early one morning, and its being quite warm outside, just wore shorts and shoes. I was hot and sweaty when I returned to the hotel and stood there waiting for the elevator. When the doors opened at ground level, it was packed full of cheerleaders in full uniform.

I was almost sure the elevator had been descending, so I waited for them to exit. But they just stood there gawking at me. At such close range, it was obvious their eyes were cast at my crotch. Some were smiling, some giggling. All were cuties decked out in halter-style tops and short pleated skirts.

I glanced down to see that my profuse perspiration had printed through the thin, nylon, bird-egg-blue Frank Shorter running shorts to make them semi-see-through and closely hug the contours of my "penile-scrotal assembly."

Frankly, I was embarrassed. That, and given that they were not getting off and filled the elevator completely, I decided to just wait on another elevator. Just as the doors started to close, one of them must have punched the "open" button, and another said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get on in."

So, reluctantly, I stepped in as they first parted, then, amoeba-like, surrounded me on all sides. We were packed in there like sardines and I could feel the unmistakable sensation of firm young boobs pressing into my back and arms. A hand squeezed a bun, then another, then another. There were so many hands on my butt that I couldn't begin to tell how many. At any rate, within only a moment, I was already half hard.

I called out my floor, which was near the top, but the elevator was stopping on every floor. It was too full for anyone to get on, and besides, we were going up, and, at that time of the morning, hotel guests were all going down anyway. It was too packed for me to see the control panel, but, apparently, one of the girls had punched every floor. This was going to be a long ride.

Shortly, the girl in front of me, the one who'd told me to get on, began to wiggle her ass on my cock. She was a gorgeous tower, almost as tall as me, so my now fully turgid cock nestled right between her firm, muscular buns as I inhaled the sweet odor and felt the exquisite softness of her long blonde hair. I couldn't see her bottom both because we were squeezed so close together and her skirt was draped over Mr. Johnson, but the feel left no doubt that no material came between my dick and her crack. 

If she had on panties at all, they must have been a super-skimpy thong, for I sure didn't feel any. The only thing separating us was the extraordinarily thin nylon of my shorts; I'd long before cut out the built-in liner when it lost its elasticity from countless washings. I'd had them since college, and most people would have tossed them into the trash, but they packed so compactly and dried quickly--perfect for travel. And now they were proving their value in a new way.

Fingers, I have no idea whose, roamed up my thighs, encircled my rod, tickled my balls. From somewhere behind, a black girl's hand wriggled beneath my armpit to squeeze my left pectoral and twiddle its nipple. On the other side, I felt what I'm sure was a bare, rubbery nipple kiss the back of my upper arm.

The whole pack of them began to rock back and forth in unison to the lead of tall blondie milking my cock between her buns. For the briefest moment in the movement, I caught a glimpse of a short Japanese girl, a bit in front and to the side of me, with her hand up her skirt. She was masturbating. I'm not sure, but I think they all were.

With only a couple more floors until mine, and with tall blondie giving me a "crack-job," boobs in my back, hands squeezing chest, arms, and buns, and sharp nails dancing about my scrotum, I felt my seed rising. She must have felt it, too, because she picked up the pace of her up and down wiggling as she contracted and relaxed her butt muscles around my raging erection.

Just before the door opened on my floor, I buried my face in her luxuriant hair and blasted with an intense orgasm, she continuing to milk me squirt-for squirt until I was empty.

The elevator door opened, and thank God, no one was waiting on my floor, for the front of my shorts was drenched in cum. As before, like an amoeba, the cheerleaders parted and released me, this time to de-board. Feeling simultaneously terrific and weird, I stepped off into the hall and looked back.

Damn, they were a fine assortment of chicks—short, medium, & tall; big, medium, & little boobs; blondes, brunettes, & redheads; Whites, Blacks, & Asians—but every one of them was cute if not gorgeous and smiling ear-to-ear. As the doors began to close, the tall blonde, presumably the captain, said, "So, who'd like to fuck his brains out?"

A strong chorus of "Meeeeee!" penetrated the closed door.

I barely had time to shower, dress, and get to the training class I was facilitating, and, in full uniform, they obviously had a competition on their day's agenda. I don't know how good they were as cheerleaders, but they certainly knew how to function as a team on an elevator.

The training seminar I was leading lasted all week, but my evenings were free, and it was only Monday. Perhaps I'd have the opportunity to see how they worked as a team under different circumstances, like in the California king-size bed in my hotel room.

Going Up!



Kenny and Trish had been seeing each other on and off, for only about three months when Kenny received an invitation to his high school reunion. Trish had graduated two years later from the same High School, so he asked her to be his guest for the evening. She agreed, and he was thrilled to take her out for another date. The party was being held at a small local town hall. Since the previous class reunion had only brought about 5% of the class back to town, the remainder of the alumni couldn't be convinced to spend more money than necessary on a big hotel conference room. 

Almost everyone had moved away when the big vinyl flooring plant shut down, so no one was interested in returning to see their sad little town die. 

It seemed that they would just have to hold on to their memories of better times, and move on with their lives.

Kenny however, wanted to impress his hot little date, so he called the biggest hotel he could find in the area. The two were mostly "just friends," but he hoped after their last drunken make out session at his gas station, which went nowhere, he might try a little harder to get the lovely Trish Burrows into bed. He really liked her. Always had. She was funny, had a great laugh, and was a total knockout to look at. 

She was also gradually warming up to him after all the coffees and dinner dates they'd shared. She wasn't at all fond of him back in school because he was just way too cool for her, she thought. He reminded her of James Dean. Black leather jacket, slicked back hair, the whole bit.

He was cute though, she thought, and the other girls liked the bad boy aspect of him. But he seemed a little too dangerous for her. And he smoked! "Eeeewwww!" she thought.

At least he'd finally given up that vile habit sometime after high school.

And lately he'd cleaned up his looks, had a real job, and even smelled nice! 

Three things that got her attention.

As expected, the class reunion turned out to be a miserable failure, with the few returning classmates admitting that it was indeed, finally over. 

"Guess we'll all just have to go our separate ways." they said. Everyone cordially said their goodbyes to each other, hugged, kissed, exchanged email addresses and left the Town Hall while it was still pretty early. 

Getting into the car that night, Kenny and Trish looked over at each other, and knew that they most likely would never hear from, nor see, any of their old friends again. It was a sad ending to what should have been a fun event. 

Kenny's dad had let him borrow the black Camaro Z28 for the night, after agreeing that it was a better date night vehicle than the old F150 that spent most of its time parked outside Morrow's Chevron station. Dad had turned over the ownership of the station to Kenny, and was thinking about leaving town himself. "Retiring," he called it. Kenny called it running away, but hoped he could make a go of it and maybe turn it around. He worked hard, and tried his best to stay optimistic.

Back at the hall, he walked Trish around to the side of the Camaro, and held the door open while she slid across the leather seat.

He couldn't help but get an eye full of her soft white skin as her dress was dragged up and over her thighs.

He was trying hard to impress the lovely Trish with a nice car and new clothes, since she had only really known him as the truck driving gas station boy. "Maybe tonight." He hoped, she'd see that he could be a real boyfriend whom she could be proud of. Maybe tonight she'd see him as more than "just a friend." 

He knew that he had to be on his best behavior.

They held hands across the console of the Camaro on the drive out of town and chatted about their former classmates. After parking the car where Kenny was sure that no one would ding the doors, they walked into the big bright hotel.

Unlike the small town hall, The Marriott Courtyard just outside of town was packed this night, and once inside, they decided to grab a couple drinks at the hotel bar before going up to their separate rooms. 

(Kenny had actually booked two rooms, just in case she didn't want to. . .you know.)

Another thing about Trish: She was shy. Really shy. It took her years in high school to even let a boy hold her hand because, growing up in a small midwestern town, she knew all too well, that everyone in town knew everyone else's business. She was terrified that they'd all be talking about her behind her back. Reputation was everything. Only recently had she started dating. And she loved making out with Kenny in the back room after the station had closed. It seemed so naughty.

She was so shy, that she would put on a long robe after her shower, before walking out into her own apartment even though she lived alone. She just felt weird being completely naked. She truly believed, as her mother had always said: 

"Someone might see you Patricia! Cover yourself up!" 

Her little two room apartment was on the ground floor after all, with one large window facing the street, so a little extra privacy was in order. Still, she longed to break out of her private little shell. 

Someday. 

Kenny and Trish talked for a long time at the bar and downed more than a couple margaritas. They used the time to get even more acquainted. Previous dates had always been filled with small talk, and tonight they each dug a little deeper into each others soul. They talked about the little personal things they didn't know about each other. And it drew them closer.

She learned that he wasn't so dangerous at all, that he just liked the image, and he had a really great sense of humor. He made her laugh. A lot. 

And he learned that she truly was the girl of his dreams. How she managed to get even more beautiful as the night wore on, was a mystery to him. She spoke openly and honestly about her shyness, how it embarrassed her, and wondered if she would ever get over it.

Finally, as the bar was closing, Kenny said: "Trish, I'm beat. I'm gonna turn in. 

How about you?"

With what he thought were adorably glazed-over eyes, she slurred: "Yeth! Bedtime!" 

Only half joking about being drunk.

The ultra modern elevator in the center of the lobby was a big chrome and glass cylinder that went up ten floors. The entire front of it, looking forward, was clear glass from floor to ceiling. It was quite a sight looking out over the lobby garden with its Koi ponds, huge fountains and tall palm trees, and lots of people, while on their way up to their ninth floor where Kenny had booked the rooms. "Come on Trish, follow me I'll show you to your room."

"Lead the way sir!" she stammered, red high heels in hand, and looking a little wobbly on her feet.

He pushed the button, the door slid open, and he held it for her. He checked her out again, as she stepped into the big space capsule of an elevator, then stepped in himself. He couldn't believe how incredibly hot she looked in her thin black dress and high heels tonight. She'd never dressed like that for their casual dinners around town of course. 

Even clutching both shoes in her hand she still looked so very beautiful. 

"My god," he thought, taking a deep breath. Look at her!"

The door slid closed almost silently. He pressed the button for the ninth floor, and turned around to see Trish holding on to the hand rail for dear life, staring out of the glass, mesmerized.

"They look like ants Kenny!" she said, giggling at her own silly joke like a school girl.

The elevator had quietly lifted off the ground and the tops of the palm trees quickly passed below them. Suddenly there was a strong vibration. Then. . .Boom! 

The car had stopped completely with a terrible shake. They both gasped loudly and reached out for something to hold on to. His hands slapped against the wall and she had a death grip on the handrail at the front. 

They were stuck somewhere between the sixth and seventh floor. And sobering up fast. 

"It's OK." he reassured her. They'll fix it in a minute. I'm sure. You'll be OK Trish, don't be scared."

She turned around with a look of pure terror on her face. 

"What happened Kenny? I don't like this!" 

"Well, sometimes I guess these things kinda get stuck. You'll be fine. Don't worry. They'll fix it. It'll just be a minute." 

"Promise?" 

"Yes. But step away from the glass for now, and lets both just stand back here near the door. OK?" 

She stepped back carefully, as if the next tiny step would send them both crashing to earth. She turned slowly, and held her arms out to him, as she gradually got closer. 

"Hold me Kenny. I'm really scared." Reaching his side, she held on to him tighter than she ever had before, and he pulled her head into the crook of his neck. Holding her close like this and smelling her perfume, even in this troubling situation, he couldn't stop the obvious tent that was rising in his slacks. 

"Is that better?" He whispered. 

"Yes, a little" she purred.

His hand went around to her back and he felt her smooth warm skin through the opening of the backless dress she had worn for the occasion. She whimpered a little, and he didn't know if she actually liked his hand there, or if she was just really scared.

She slipped her hand behind his neck, looked up glassy eyed, and kissed him softly. 

"Softest kiss ever." He thought.

"My hero" she whispered. So close now, he felt her warm breath on his lips. 

He pulled her slightly away from him to better see her face and kissed her more passionately. She instantly responded. Their tongues found each other and for a minute they both forgot where they were.

His hand slipped farther down to the top of her ass and stroked it lightly. She moaned again. Her hand slid down from his chest, to his bulging crotch.

"Holy fuck," he thought to himself, its on." 

"Not here Kenny," she purred into his ear. Everyone can see us." 

"Turn around, he whispered, look." There was no way that anyone in the lobby could look into the elevator at this height, especially since they were at the back of it leaning against the door. 

Fueled by too many margaritas, and a long pent up passion, her shyness suddenly left her, as she furiously tugged on his belt to unhook it, opened the button on his slacks, then lowered his fly. She reached in and pulled out his fully erect cock and wrapped her nervous fingers around it. She started stroking him slowly at first then gripping it tightly, increased the tempo.

They were both noticeably shaking from nervousness and excitement as never before. 

"I can't even believe this is happening." Thought a thoroughly shocked, but very happy Kenny.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please?" A loud crackling voice shouted over the tinny sounding elevator intercom, rudely interrupting the moment. 

"Fuck!" They said in unison.

"We are very sorry for the inconvenience, but its going to take another twenty to thirty minutes before the elevator resumes it's normal operation. Again, we are very sorry. Thank you for your patience." 

Without saying another word, inches from each others face, feeling each others hot breath, they just smiled and jammed their lips together again. Long, wet passionate kisses. Tongues tasting the deep recesses of each others mouth.

She, with his hard cock in her hand, and he, slowly lifting up the hem of her dress.

"Wait." she said," pushing him away slightly. Not here! I feel weird." Her shyness rearing it's ugly head once again.

"Does THIS feel weird? he asked pulling her warm, wet panties aside to plunge two fingers inside her. She let out a seductively low and satisfied sounding moan, and raised one leg against his to make it easier for his fingers to fuck her. His pants fell completely to the elevator floor. 

Reaching behind the same knee she had raised against him, and holding it tightly, he grabbed her other leg the same way. Leaning her back against the steel door, he picked her up, and lowered her onto his rigid, waiting cock. After the initial painful shock, her slippery, soaking wet pussy welcomed him inside her. He fucked her hard against the steel door, and she let out little yelps with each deep plunge he pounded into her, banging her over and over against the cold steel door. There would be bruising, but it was the last thing on her mind right now.

Her legs were now tightly wrapped around his waist, and he held her up by her ass cheeks. Her hot panting breath in his ear was driving him crazy. His cock, surrounded by the warmth inside her was making him even harder than before, and they could both feel him pulsing and growing thicker. . .filling her completely.

Holding her off the ground like this, impaled on his thick hard cock, he realized he could also almost touch her asshole. He moved her in a way that he could get one finger just outside of it and tickled her small, tight hole back and forth with it. With that, she came at once in a violent, shaking spasm, beating her bare heals into his back, crying out as loud as she could. 

"OH MY GOD! I'VE WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO FUCK ME! CUM INSIDE ME KENNY! GIVE IT ALL TO ME! FUCK YES! OH! FUCKFUCKFUCK! FINALLY YOU'RE FUCKING ME! FINALLY! GIVE ME ALL YOUR CUM!"

And he did cum inside her. Big time. Long pulses of his hot cum splattered her insides. She whimpered with every strong, throbbing shot he emptied inside of her. It started to run down her inner thigh in a long white silky stream of their combined fluids. When his massive erection started to retreat, he slowly pulled out of her, gently set her back down on her feet, and shocking him yet again, fell right to her knees, licking and sucking every drop of his cum still oozing from from his spent dick. 

He was sure that this had all been a dream. He must have died in a freak elevator accident and gone straight to heaven.

"Ladies and gentlemen. May I have your attention please? All hotel elevators are now back in operation. Thank you for your patience, and again, we are very sorry for the inconvenience." 

They smiled at each other and straightened out their clothing as quickly as they'd torn it all off.

"That was so cool," She said. I can't believe that we did that right in here! In a elevator for god's sake! Guess I'm kinda getting over my damn shyness huh?" 

He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "ya think? Maybe we can go back down and do it again. . . like in the lobby this time!" 

She slapped him hard on his arm.

The repaired elevator continued it's slower than normal climb to the ninth floor and stopped. When the door finally slid open, he politely held it open for her once again.

"I'll walk you to your room Trish, its this way." 

"Oh, I won't be needing that extra room tonight Kenny. But thank you for booking it for me. You're a real gentleman."

Naked, exhausted, and falling asleep in each others arms that night, Kenny knew that he wouldn't have to wait until another Class Reunion to make love to his dream girl. After all, there would be no more class reunions. . . 

But there was always tomorrow morning. 

The End



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Going Up



Siren was perturbed at herself.

After months of fruitless effort, she'd managed, at last, to land an audition for her first speaking part in a major motion picture. The scene in which she'd appear, if she was selected, required nudity--and full-frontal nudity, at that--but it might, at long last, be her stepping stone to stardom--well, eventual stardom. For now, she'd settle on gaining a little name recognition from the exposure, which the film's director, Harvey Kurtz, assured her was "virtually certain," if she landed the part. "After all," he'd reminded her, "its not everyday that someone like you--someone with your particular appeal--comes along." Waiting for the elevator to descend to her floor, she had to smile. Mr. Kurtz was certainly right about that, she thought.

She shouldn't have gone to Del's Deli for lunch, though. Although popular, it was far away--and crowded. Still, Mr. Kurtz had suggested she try the place, and had asked her to bring him a sandwich back. After she'd ordered and eaten her meal, she'd had only 25 minutes to scurry the four blocks back to the studio and descend the three floors below the basement level to the costume department for the adjustments she needed to her gown before filming her scene. Mr. Kurtz was a great director, as personable as he was professional, but, the other film's other actors--the established ones--had warned her, he brook neither absences nor tardiness. Her audition was to be filmed in--she glanced at her watch, and a spear of panic stabbed her--only 10 minutes, and she'd better be on her mark and ready to be filmed.

She watched the indicator above the closed doors to the elevator shaft as it announced the descending car's arrival at the floors above her own: 10, 9, 8, 7. Come on! Come on! she pleaded silently. Hurry!

The indicator continued to track the car's agonizingly slow descent: 6, 5, 4, 3, 2.

At last, the damned indicator read "1." The doors slid apart, and a middle-age man in a handsome, three-piece suit--expensive, by the look of the fabric and its cut--smiled at her. Vaguely, it registered with Siren that he was handsome, if graying, with blue eyes, bright-white teeth, and deep dimples in a tanned face.

She stepped into the interior of the car, and punched the button labeled "B3," which signified the building's third sub-basement level. The car lurched, and Siren thought, Oh, my God! The damned thing's going to stall! If she were trapped inside a stalled elevator, she'd miss her audition for sure. As a result, her hoped-for Hollywood career would be over before it had begun. She had a sick, sinking feeling in her stomach, and tears welled in her eyes. She choked back the bile rising in her throat. Please don't get stuck! she pleaded silently to the elevator car. Please don't!

As if in answer to her appeal, the car descended, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

A few moments--and a lifetime--later, the car settled roughly to a rest, and the doors parted. If she ran, she could still make it in time to get her gown adjusted and get to the soundstage before her audition. She could still save her career!

Siren sprang forward, dashing through the doorway and into the corridor that led to the costume shop.

RIP!

She felt cool air upon her bare flesh--not just upon her face and arms and back and lower legs, which her gown, by design, hadn't covered, but upon her breasts and tummy and thighs and bottom as well! As called for by the script, she'd been wearing neither bra nor panties beneath the gown, and, she realized, with horror, that she was stark naked. The elevator doors, closing, had caught her gown and, as the car ascended, had stripped the costume from her body. She glanced left and right. Thank God, no one was in sight. No one had seen her!

But what was she to do? Her outfit--the one she was supposed to have had adjusted--had been ruined. She had no other, and she was due on the set in five minutes, exactly.

The sound of applause startled her, and Siren spun around, to face the bastard, whoever it was, who was clapping.

It was the handsome, graying man with the sharp blue eyes and the expensive, tailored suit, her elevator companion.

"You're quite beautiful," he told her, still applauding, "with or without clothes."

Although he was a stranger, Siren couldn't help but to confide in him. She had no one else to talk to, and she needed, desperately, to talk to someone. "If only you knew what this means, you wouldn't be so cavalier," she said, tears spilling from her eyes. She looked at him through the watery curtain. His features were blurred. "Or maybe you'd clap even louder," she said.

He smiled at her, lowering his hands. "I'm sorry, my dear," he said. "It was insensitive of me to applaud the misfortune of a lady in distress--except that--well, you aren't really a lady, are you? Not quite a lady."

Siren's loss of her gown had exposed not only her womanly breasts and feminine fanny; but it had also revealed her cock and balls. Although they were small and boyishly cute, the circumcised penis and small testicles within the dangling scrotum were also, nevertheless, quite obviously masculine.

Siren groaned. No one was supposed to know her little secret before, during her scene, her gown was ripped away by a suitor who thereby learned that his intended sweetheart was a shemale rather than a female. The rest of the movie was then concerned with whether he loved her for herself, as a person, or whether he'd been merely interested in bedding a beautiful woman--or what he'd supposed was a woman. Siren didn't know whether her suitor would retain his interest in her, nor did the actor, Todd Thanes, who played the young man. No one knew, except, perhaps, Mr. Kurtz, and he wasn't saying.

Blubbering, she sobbed out her predicament to the stranger. He listened patiently. Then, he summoned the elevator. "I think I can help you," he told the actress. "But, first, we'd better get you something to wear, don't you think?"

Siren nodded. She'd quite forgotten, in her anxiety, that she was stark naked. If anyone else saw her like this, the passerby might call security--or even the police.

"We'll go to my office," he suggested.

Siren, through her tears, gave him an arch look. Was the handsome man with the tanned faced and graying hair her knight in shining armor or was he just an opportunist? Was he a rescuer or a villain? He could be a rapist for all she knew. Despite his friendly, fatherly demeanor, he was, after all, a complete stranger to her. Still, what alternative did she have? None. She nodded her agreement. "Okay. Thanks."

The elevator seemed to take an eternity to arrive, and it appeared nothing less than a miracle that no one else happened along to see her naked, cock and balls, breasts and buttocks, on display for anyone who chanced to pass by to see. Of course, the elevator might stop at another floor--or other floors--on the way up, too. Siren thought it was more or less a certainty that she'd be seen by someone other than her benefactor--or the man, she hoped, at least would turn out to be a benefactor, rather than a rapist or worse.

Finally, the elevator car arrived, and she stepped inside, the graying man joining her. At once, he put her fears to rest. Producing an odd-looking key, he inserted it into a slot inside the panel on the wall beside the closed doors, where the buttons for the various floors were located. He twisted the key. "This a manual override device," he told the actress. "Now that I've used it, the elevator won't respond to anyone else's summons. It will take us straight to the top floor." He smiled at her again. "Going up?" he asked.

She nodded.

He pressed the button labeled "94."

Siren gave her companion a measured look. "Your office is on the top floor?"

He nodded.

"But there's only one office on the top floor," she said, her eyes widening. "Mr. Fenton's."

Charles Fenton was the president of the studio.

He nodded again, but, this time, the bob of his head was accompanied by a faint smile. He extended his hand. "Charlie Fenton," he introduced himself, "at your service."

Siren stared at him, dumbfounded, as she shook his hand. She was standing naked in an elevator car with the president of the whole fucking studio? Such a situation was more than simply absurd; it was impossible--and, yet, here she was.

"And whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?" Charlie prompted her.

She felt herself blush, the heat of her blood rushing through her reddening cheeks. "Siren, sir."

"Siren Sir," he repeated, as if the title with which she'd addressed him were her surname. "That's an odd name."

"Siren Call," she corrected him. She rolled her eyes at the silliness of the appellation. "That's my stage name," she explained. "It was my manager's idea."

"I like it."

"Do you, sir? Really?"

His smile widened. "Really," he confirmed. "As much as I like my own name. Please. Call me 'Charlie.'"

"Yes, sir--I mean, Charlie."

He surveyed her nudity. His eyes moved from her breasts to her prick and back. The nipples, unlike the penis, were erect. He supposed it was from the coolness of the air-conditioning. Without her gown, she must be chilled.

He offered her his coat.

"Oh, no, sir--"

"Charlie," he insisted.

"Thank you, Charlie, but I couldn't."

"Although it's a shame to cover such lovely breasts as yours, you can and, I insist, you will."

She smiled faintly, accepting the jacket he'd removed and offered to her. She shrugged into the coat. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. How did you come to be in such a predicament, I wonder," he said. "I've seen other women get their dresses caught in these doors. The elevator itself may be slow, but those doors are quick enough. Too quick for some. Nevertheless, I've never seen a lady lose her clothes in them before."

"Oh, I can explain that," Siren said. "The gown was a tear-away."

Charlie frowned, perplexed. "A tear-away?"

"Like a breakaway chair. You know, like the ones stunt men hit one another with during a brawl or a fight in a saloon. Instead of being designed to breakaway, though, my gown was designed to tear away." She told him about the upcoming scene, in which she was to lose her gown before the astonished eyes of her boyfriend, who had no clue as to her transgender status.

He chuckled. "That would be quite a surprise, all right," he said. "If I were he, though, I'd love you just as much as before, maybe more."

She seemed to distrust his veracity. "Would you?"

He nodded, holding her eyes with his own. "I would."

She smiled, reassured. "I believe you would."

The elevator car lurched to an abrupt stop. They'd reached their destination. As the doors opened and they stepped from the elevator, Siren blanched. "Your secretary! She can't see me like this."

Charlie smiled at her chagrin. "Don't worry. My office has a private entrance."

"Let's hurry, before someone sees me," Siren suggested.

They reached a paneled door. Charlie inserted a keycard, and the deadbolt unlocked with a faint sliding sound. He opened the door, ushering the shemale into his inner sanctum. "You're in luck," he told her. "Kurtz just sent me up a new tear-away dress."

Siren looked puzzled.

"I guess I micro-manage too much. Anyway, I like to have final approval on all the details, including costumes and props. After all, if we lose money on the movies we make, it's my ass, not Kurtz's, that's in a sling. I can let you borrow the tear-away, and you can wear it for your audition."

"There won't be an audition now," Siren lamented, "not one with me in it, at least."

"Why not?"

"Mr. Kurtz. He doesn't abide tardiness or absence from the set."

"He will when he reads the note I'm going to give you."

Siren felt suspicious again. Why was the president of the studio being so nice to her? She was a nobody. What did he want in exchange for helping her? A blowjob? A piece of ass? In her experience, men, even friendly men, weren't nice for no reason, not when it came to a beautiful woman or, in her case, a beautiful transsexual. Still, she had no choice but to accept his offer to provide her with a new gown and a note excusing her absence from the set. Inwardly, she shrugged at the thought that she'd have to suck Charlie's cock or take it up her ass--or both. Such an exchange of favors might be quid pro quo, but it was certainly worth it. She might become a star yet, especially with Charlie Fenton in her corner.

She looked around the spacious room. Carpeted in burgundy, it was elegantly furnished and decorated. Everything was polished or burnished and shone or glinted. A small maple desk with a Tiffany lamp, backed with a deep-cushioned executive's chair, bore a laptop computer, and a wooden file cabinet, also of maple, occupied one of the corners, near the draped and shaded windows. On both side walls, maple bookcases boasted leather-bound, gilt-edge volumes of some of the world's greatest authors. A large, cut-glass chandelier was the main light source, but it was not illuminated. There were a maple couch and a matching loveseat, both upholstered in velvet, a maple coffee table with a glass top in front of the former. A bar held two dozen bottles of various liquors, and there were crystal goblets, wineglasses, and steins on glass shelves behind the bar. A brass ice bucket occupied the end of a nearby countertop, beside which was a small sink. A side room was furnished with a king-size bed and dresser, of matching maple. Off the bedroom, a full bath opened.

"Your office has a bedroom--and a bath?" Siren asked, incredulity in her tone.

"This is more my den. My office--the one in which I do most of the studio's business--is through that connecting door--" he motioned toward a heavy paneled door between the bar and a mural that looked suspiciously like the work of Rembrandt--"but, had we gone there, we'd have had to pass through Ms. Hendricks' office first."

"Ms. Hendricks?"

"My secretary."

"Oh. I'm glad we didn't, then."

"Me, too. Would you care for a drink?"

"Oh, I couldn't. I don't have time. My audition--"

"I'm writing a note for you, remember? Kurtz will audition you."

"Just the same, I think I'll pass, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all. Let me get you the tear-away."

He left her studying the mural as he went into his bedroom. It portrayed a reclining nude woman, lying upon her left side, her back toward the viewer, a wrinkled white fabric not unlike a bed sheet beneath her. Her arms were folded over her breasts, the right one of which was visible to the elbow. Her hair was thick and dark, and a strand of the straight tresses lay along her back, parallel with the hollow, sweeping curve of her spine. Her buttocks, although ample by current standards, were smooth, and her thighs were thick, though sleek. The lower halves of her upper legs were draped with a fold of golden fabric of a satiny sheen. A placid blue lake--or, perhaps, a river--lay beyond a screen of low green shrubs, the shapes of which were but indistinctly rendered, as was the suggestion of the bank that ran parallel to the water, along the top of the scene.

Charlie returned, bearing in his hands a gown even lovelier than the one that Siren--or the elevator doors--had ruined.

"I hope it fits," she said, accepting his offering.

Charlie chuckled. "It'll fit," he predicted. "The girls Kurtz auditions are always the same size. You can try it on in there, if you like." He nodded toward the bedroom.

"Thanks."

She took the gown into the room that Charlie had just vacated.

It was beautiful. Simple but elegant, the black velvet gown, slit to the thigh on either side, was both strapless and sleeveless, with a plunging neckline and a low back. Its full, sweeping skirt was adorned with large burnt velvet floral appliqués and gold leaves. On a mannequin, it would hang straight, if rather limp, but Siren's curves would fill out the dress, her breasts, hips, and buttocks giving the dark fabric a seductive look that the gown, of itself, could never achieve. Having donned the dress, turning this way and that as she regarded herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom wall, it was difficult to believe that the stitching had been deliberately sewn so that the whole gown would split apart easily under only slight resistance. Siren knew that it would do so, though, just as the dress she'd been wearing earlier this afternoon, upon being caught in the closed doors of the elevator, had split apart and fallen away from her, leaving her naked. This dress, lovely though it looked, was seriously flawed. It was a tear-away gown, meant to come apart at the seams when pulled even slightly. It was a pity that she'd be able to model something so lovely for only a few minutes on film, she thought. Still, she could enjoy wearing it for the time being. She smiled, as she said to the beautiful woman in the beautiful dress in the looking-glass, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?"

Turning, she started for the door, to thank her benefactor. She paused, considering the idea that had just presented itself to her. She smiled. Yes, she told herself, she would do it! It was the least she could do for him--besides, it might help her career. At the least, Charlie would be apt to put in a good word for her with Mr. Kurtz, and, with a reference from the studio's president, the director might well decide that Siren Call's audition had won her the part in the film that could make her a star or, at least, a familiar face on the silver screen. Her smile became a grin as she removed the tear-away gown and set it carefully aside.

She returned, naked, to Charlie's den.

He was sipping a drink when she returned. Puzzled, he set the glass down. "Didn't the dress fit?"

"Perfectly."

He frowned. "So why aren't you wearing it?"

"I wanted to thank you," she said. She crossed the room, draping her arms around his neck. Pressing her firm, high, round breasts into his pleated shirtfront, she kissed his lips, gently at first, and then more firmly.

He drew back. "This isn't necessary," he told her. "I didn't expect you to--"

"I know," she replied, kissing him again. "I want to."

Her hands traveled down his back, gliding over the taut muscles beneath the silk fabric of his shirt and the fine wool trousers. Through the dark fabric, she gave his tight buttocks a playful squeeze. She opened her mouth. Her tongue, wet and tender, slid between his lips, probing the interior of his mouth.

Charlie's penis swelled, stiffening. The fly of his trousers bulged. As if she were aware of this transformation, Siren's hand cupped his genitals, squeezing them gently but insistently, and they responded to her touch, his prick enlarging further and his tightening scrotum rising. She let her tongue slide back through his lips, trailing a thin strand of saliva. Her hand gave his burgeoning cock another, firmer squeeze. "What did you think, when you first saw me naked, with my little 'secret' exposed?" Siren asked him. Her voice was soft and seductive, a wanton whisper. "Were you excited to see a chick with a dick? Did you like what you saw?"

Charlie gulped. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse. "Yes," he admitted. "Very much. I mean, I'm not--you know, gay--but--"

She stilled him, placing a forefinger against his lips. "I know," she said.

"You're beautiful," he said. "Exotic."

"Do you want me?"

He nodded. His voice still raspy, he said, "Yes."

"Would you like me to suck your cock?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"Please."

"Come on, then, my knight in shining armor." She took him by the hand and led him across the den and into the bedroom. "Let's make love."

She didn't have to issue a second invitation. Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his knees wide, and Siren knelt on the carpet, before him. She liked being on her knees, naked, with a man's erection only inches from her face. It was mildly humiliating--and intensely erotic. She could smell his male scent. The faintly musky aroma wasn't at all unpleasant. To her, it was more like a cologne. She breathed in the aroma as she studied the genitals she was about to make love to with her mouth.




Going Up



Just before the doors closed I caught the reflection in polished door frame and hit the button to stop the doors.

"Thanks very much," she smiles with gratitude as she steps into the elevator and pushes the button.

I return a bright smile as the doors close. Actually, it was pure selfishness that motivated me in this case – a woman who can run in heels is always worth holding the elevator for. In my opinion at least.

These elevators accelerate quickly, which makes the slow start feel a little unusual. More so the audible "clunk" just about halfway up the building, bringing us to a standstill. Nothing more, just the silence of stillness. I roll my eyes in her direction and push the intercom button.

>Bzzzt< "Hello"

"We seem to be stuck in elevator number 3 – could you please check it out?"

>Bzzzt< "Yes just give us a moment, someone will be right there."

I turn towards her, noticing her impatience, "They've acted up before, but I haven't heard of them getting stuck. Hopefully it will be just a moment."

Sure enough, a moment later the elevator starts moving again, but slowly. Followed shortly by a sharp grinding noise and a much louder "clank". And then the same silence.

"Oh no," she exclaims, quickly pacing in small space. Pulling out her phone she sees the "No signal" display, then closes it again in exasperation.

>Bzzzt< "I'm sorry, it will be a while longer. The emergency stop engaged and we'll have to call in the service company."

"How long will that be," I ask the panel.

>Bzzzt< "Hopefully less than an hour. Sometimes longer if they're slow to respond."

"Could you please call up to the nineteenth floor and tell them I'll miss my meeting," she says into the panel, giving her name.

>Bzzzt< "Will do, and we hope to get you going as soon as possible."

She lets out a heavy sigh, leaning heavily against the wall.

"And that probably means I'll miss my date after the meeting," she says to no one in particular.

"So, that's the reason for the nice shoes which got you into this mess in the first place."

She looks down at her shoes, then me, puzzled.

"Well I wouldn't have held the elevator if it weren't for the sight of a beautiful woman running to catch it in sexy heels."

She laughs at my remark, relaxing just a little bit, "So instead of impressing my date I caught the eye of a pleasant fellow with a shoe fetish. I suppose it cold be worse."

"It could be much worse – your lovely shoes might have gone unappreciated."

"Is that so? And how would you suggest appreciating them?" With a coy smile she reaches out with her foot and rubs the sole of her shoe lightly against my leg.

"Well, in more pleasant surroundings I would have suggested over my shoulders," trying my best to leer in a friendly way.

Looking down again to smooth her skirt and cover her blush she replies, "No, that wouldn't be proper at all."

"Practical is all I was worried about – trapped in an elevator with a beautiful woman, who has time to be proper?"

"You certainly have a point. And why should I deny you a chance to admire what turns your fancy?"

She smiles and lifts one foot up to the hand rail beside me, the other holding her skirt from riding too high up her thigh.

I step closer and demonstrate my admiration quite clearly, noting the lovely way her toes are outlined, the delicate straps creating quite an elegant profile, the line of the heel mirroring the line from her calf down to her ankle. As I draw my finger along her calf to demonstrate my point she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me tight against her.

"Enough appreciation already, get to the point. Do they turn you on?"

I laugh at her wry humour, then answer with a kiss, first lightly on her lips, then feeling the passion returned I press my body tightly against hers, grab hold of her waist and kiss her much more intensely, our lips pressed tight, our tongues darting tentatively before entangling with the same hunger.

I stop for a moment, catching my breath, drinking in the sudden rush of lust. As I run my hands up and down her body, taking in the curves with my touch I whisper, "But there's so much more to appreciate."

By way of demonstrating I run my hands from her neck down her front, paying careful attention to the curve of her breasts, pausing ever so slightly at the touch of her nipple through her blouse. My kisses follow, my fingers slowly unbuttoning her blouse, reaching around to unfasten her bra, then cupping her breast in my hand before lightly kissing, teasing ever so lightly with my tongue.

Instead of continuing I stand up, look into her eyes and see a questioning expression, wondering why I've stopped. I kiss her again and then reach my arms around, lifting just high enough to perch on the handrail. She catches on immediately, wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling her blouse open wider before wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling my head back to her breast.

I take her breast into my open mouth, letting my tongue play across and around her nipple, enjoying the feel of her holding me tighter with each lick. Concentrating on her nipple, I close my lips around it, my tongue flicking quickly over the top. As her excitement grows I start to tease it against my teeth, rubbing with my tongue, switching back and forth between lips and teeth, now and then swirling my tongue around and around. Her other breast needs attention too, but the build-up is much quicker, her breathing much heavier as I lick, tease and bite just a little until she moans out load, her body quivering in my arms.

I slowly lower her back to her feet, then step back a moment to look closely, holding her hands at arms length. Her blouse wide open, her hair somewhat wild from my hands running through it, her skirt riding high up her thighs.

"I've never seen a sexier sight in an elevator," I say with a broad, lustful smile.

I come back close, pressing her against the wall, kissing passionately as I run my hands up and down her body. Kneeling down on one knee, I reach up under her skirt and slip her panties down to her ankles, allowing her to step out with one foot. Before I slip them over the other I run my fingers once more along the straps of her shoe.

"Oh no you don't! Remember they're best admired over your shoulders."

She lifts her leg up over my shoulder, panties still dangling from her ankle. Reaching up under her skirt again I close my hands around her behind, squeezing as I place the first kiss on her lips. Her sex is wet with excitement as I begin to drink it in with my tongue, her fingers running through my hair, holding my face tight against her thighs while I lick, kiss and please. Holding her clit between my lips I lick lightly and quickly, listening to her moan with the pleasure, squirm with anticipation of more excitement still.

I stand up, kiss again, hold her tight against me, pressing my desire into hers. Whispering into her ears, "Those heels make me want to turn you around and fuck you from behind, holding your ass while you grab the rail, watching you bend over while I reach around to squeeze your breasts."

Her hands start fumbling with my pants, opening them, pulling them down to my knees.

"Oh yes, please, please."

I step out of my pants and toss them in the corner, turn her around and place her hands on the rail. As she bends over I run my hands over her back, then reach around to fondle her breasts. As I start rolling her nipples between my fingers I press my hard cock against her, pushing between her thighs. As she spreads her legs, bending just a little lower, I reach down and rub myself along her lips, spreading her wetness, feeling her slippery sex, her shudders as I rub myself back and forth. Then I plunge deep inside, her hands gripping the rail tightly as I push my hips hard against her. She squeezes me tightly as my hips press against her ass, moaning again out loud.

I build up a rhythm, hold her behind as I thrust my hips, reach around to tease her breasts as they swing in time, catching her eye in the mirrored wall as yoherur pleasure builds. When she comes her voice echoes through small space, she squeezes me tight and presses her hips back against mine, slowly savouring the waves of pleasure.

I slip out from her and guide her back to the corner, lift her foot up to the rail and then slip back inside her, our tongues dancing once more as we kiss and slowly fuck one another some more. I lift her arm, bringing her breast within reach of my tongue. Slowly grinding my hips against her as I lick and suck her nipple, a slower tempo now, but speeding up as her breathing quickens, as our excitement grows. Letting go of her breast as I start moving at a frantic pace, grabbing her behind again as I thrust quicker and quicker. Feeling her tighten, watching the pleasure build in her face until I bellow out my pleasure, coming inside her and setting off her own orgasm, our voices mingling as we collapse in each others arms.

>Bzzzt< "The repair crew arrived – they've just about got you out of there. Everything all right?"

"Doing just fine thanks. Will be glad to get going." I answer to the panel.

We quickly scramble to pull our clothes back on, feeling the elevator move just as she's trying to slip her panties over her heels.

I grab them from her just as the elevator door opens on the main floor, both our faces still flush from pleasure.

"It was rather warm in there," I say as we step out, closing my hands behind my back to hide the black lace.

"Sorry bout the delay," the security guard says as we brush past, not wanting anyone to look too closely at our dishevelled appearance.

Out in the lobby I whisper to yoheru, "Going anywhere, sexy? Can I give you a lift?"

"Sure, I can think of a few places I'd like to spend some more time."

"No sense going back to work at this point. And I really don't think your date would have shown appropriate appreciation of your shoes."

"And I do need those panties back eventually. But no rush..." she answers with a smile as we head off to the parking lot.



Going Up



Saturday morning and here he was walking through the parking lot for work. He looked up and sighed. It was a beautiful day with just a few puffy clouds floating lazily across a bright blue sky. The temperature even at ten in the morning was warm enough that it promised to be a day for beaches, strolling down the lakeshore or sitting in a park watching the girls go by. 

Jason Maxwell sighed once more and pushed on the glass doors to the main entrance. 

The chilly air conditioned blast that hit him in the face told him he was right to wear his corduroy blazer over his short-sleeved shirt. He wondered to himself who the moron was that set the temperature in the building to twenty degrees Celsius; some bureaucratic pinhead no doubt who read somewhere that a person's optimum efficiency was obtained at twenty degrees Celsius.

What they failed to consider was all the sick days that people inevitably took because they caught summer colds from the building being too chilly.

Jason frowned and made his way to the bank of elevators in the center of the building. All the windows to the outside were out of sight from here so the lighting in this area was generated completely by the fluorescent banks embedded in the ceiling. 

He pushed the button and listened idly to the pinging as each floor icon lit up with the elevator's passing. The doors slid open smoothly and he stepped through. He pushed the button for the eighth floor and leaned against the side panel of the car looking bored. 

As the doors closed he heard a woman's voice shouting frantically.

"Hold the door!" she said excitedly. 

Jason pushed the "Open Door" button and the doors stopped closing with about ten inches of space between them. They reversed direction ponderously and then slid to the open position and stopped. 

"Oh thank you so much!" the woman said as she stepped gratefully through the doors.

"British accent!" was the first thought that raced through Jason's mind. He had a thing for British girls. They always sounded so prim and proper. Their accents sounded so much more alluring when they screamed during sex. He looked her over in what he thought was an unobtrusive manner.

She was dressed well in a dark blue suit jacket and form-fitted skirt of the same color. Her blouse just had to be silk judging by the soft sheen it gave off and the way it hung so well on her frame. It had white buttons shaped like pearls; they may have been real pearls, which were fastened all the way to her collar. Her hair was dark brown and was caught in a neat ponytail that fell to between her shoulder blades. She stood about five foot six inches in her heels and had a body that Jason would have liked to see in a bikini; or better yet naked.

"Enjoying the view are you?" she said coldly, meeting his eyes in the reflection from the highly polished stainless steel doors.

He frowned and looked away quickly. 

"Which floor?" he said. 

She gave him a look; a look that held a myriad of expressions in it, most of them not good as far as Jason's self worth was concerned. She reached up and pushed the button for the tenth floor and then turned toward the door, and consequently away from Jason.

It was then that Jason acknowledged to himself that one of the things about British girls he didn't like was their bitchiness.

He frowned an acidic frown and then realized as she met his eyes in the reflection in the stainless steel that she could see every nuance on his face. She blinked slowly, an expression that somehow made her look more haughty. She looked at him coldly and then turned slightly as if to put him completely out of her mind. Jason thought she did that rather well.

Brenda Caldwell was a ball-buster. She had been in business for fifteen of her thirty-eight years and she played the game. She read body language the way some people read a menu. She knew what people wanted even before they knew it themselves and she knew from the few glances she had spared for this man in the elevator that he wanted her. 

He wasn't bad looking himself, but nothing was that simple as far as Brenda was concerned. She had to make the situation right for her before she would even entertain the idea of giving into this man's lusts. Firstly she had to set the ground rules.

Twice she had given him "the look"; the look that told him he was less than the dirt under her nine hundred dollar shoes. And now she had told him in no uncertain terms that looking was not allowed, at least not until she allowed it. 

She smiled to herself at the thought of twisting this man to her will. She knew it would happen if she wanted it to, but then she looked at the icons over the elevator door and saw that their shared journey was about to end; they had just passed the fourth floor and he had already pushed the eighth floor button so, there would be no time for her to play the game properly with him.

She smiled again and discreetly checked out the man's form. He was good looking enough with reddish blond hair and a broad friendly face. He had wide shoulders and a big chest but he was no athlete. His belly had a slight paunch to it but she liked a man to have a little softness around the middle. It was indicative of them being soft enough in the head for her game to be played properly; properly meaning on her terms.

He looked a little older than her; another thing she liked in her men. She liked bending older men to her will. Younger men were too easy to manipulate. Older men were more set in their ways, more stubborn. The challenge of an older man was what made the game fun for her. 

She looked down at his shoes and frowned. She shook her head in disgust and then looked up at the reflective door once more.

"What god-awful shoes!" she said to herself with disgust. "Where did he get those, at Wal-Mart?"

"Enjoying the view?" Jason asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," she said in clipped tones, studiously avoiding his eyes in the reflective door.

Jason chuckled and was about to step past her as he saw his floor approaching. 

Suddenly the elevator lurched to a stop and the car went dark. The sounds one got used to in a large building; the whir of electrical engines, the low hum of the boiler room several floors below, the sound and feel of vented air being pushed into every crevice of the building. All of them came to an end and then there was just the sound of two people breathing. The dim red emergency light came on within seconds and Jason could see the woman's eyes wide with shock.

"What's happened?" Brenda said unsteadily.

Jason turned to her with a look of disbelief, a look which she couldn't make out in the dimness. 

"Is it the power?" she went on, her voice becoming slightly more shrill.

"Yes it's the power," Jason said as if her were talking to a retarded child. 

He reached past her shoulder for the electrical panel and Brenda gave a startled shout.

"What are you doing?" she asked in a near panic.

She waved her hand in the general direction of the touch she'd felt to bat his hand away and succeeded only in whacking her hand against the polished door.

"Damn!" she said, her voice becoming more unsteady with each passing minute.

"I'm just trying to see if pushing any of these buttons will have any effect," Jason said impatiently. "It probably won't help but it's worth a try."

"What do you mean it won't help?" she said in a high voice.

"I mean the power is out," he said with a snarl. "It's probably the whole building and it's more likely the whole neighborhood."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He popped it open and read the "no service" icon with dismay. 

"Humph!" he snorted. "Try your cell phone. Mine has no service."

Brenda frantically reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. She was shaking when she held it to her ear. She stabbed at the buttons a few times and then held it out for Jason to see it.

"It doesn't work!" she squeaked.

Jason looked at the "no service" icon on her display and shrugged.

"Well," he said, "that's that!"

"What does that mean?" Brenda asked, gulping her panic down as best she could.

"It means we're stuck!" Jason said as he leaned against the panel of the car.

"Oh God!" she said in a tiny voice. "We're... stuck?"

"Yes we're stuck!" he said, suddenly becoming very annoyed with this proud British bitch he had the displeasure of sharing this elevator ride with. "We're stuck so you might as well get used to it and wait!"

"Wait for what?" she said in a tiny whisper.

Jason shook his head and decided he was tired of this conversation.

"Wait for what?" Brenda screamed suddenly.

"Jesus!" Jason shouted, pushing at his ear lobes several times to relieve the pain from her sudden screech. "Don't shout for God's sake! I'm only two feet away. I can hear you just fine."

"What are we waiting for?" Brenda said more quietly but with a shrillness in her voice that told of serious panic.

"We wait for the power to come back," he said slowly, "or until someone realizes we're here and calls the fire department to get us out."

"Oh God!" she said tearfully. "I can't do that! I can't wait! I have to get out of here!"

"I'm not thrilled to be here either Lady!" Jason said tartly. "But there's no way out of here until someone out there gets us out!"

"Oh God!" she whimpered. "There must be something... anything!"

"Not that I can think of," Jason said and then laid his head back against the wall. "I suggest you get comfortable because it might be a bit of a wait."

He heard her crumple to the floor. He knew she hadn't fainted because she was whimpering quietly. He sighed heavily and tried not to hear her. 

Instead he tried to imagine her naked as he had begun to when she first stepped onto the elevator. He succeeded in bringing her image to his mind's eye but that was as far as he got. He couldn't concentrate well enough to imagine anything with her whimpering like that.

"What is the problem Lady?" he asked her impatiently.

"I'm claustrophobic!" she shouted. "I can't bear shut in places! I'm usually okay in elevators because I know I'll be out in a few moments. Here in the dark... I can't bear it!"

Jason rolled his eyes.

"What a drama queen!" he muttered.

"It's not bloody drama!" she screeched. "It's a condition! I suppose you'd blame a blind man for not watching where he's going!"

Jason frowned and profoundly wished he were someplace else. More to the point, he profoundly wished that she were someplace else. 

"Maybe they could just rescue her and leave me in peace and quiet," he thought to himself.

Brenda began whimpering again and Jason groaned quietly.

"I'll thank you to keep your bloody opinions to yourself!" she spat.

"Sure," he said. "Just keep your whining to yourself and we've got a deal!"

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An hour later Brenda was about to lose her mind. As with most irrational fears, there was no reasoning it away or fading of the fear with constant exposure. Sitting in the dimness, in this closed in place, her nerves were literally shot. 

She had kept her whimpering to a minimum, but not because Jason told her to. She still had her pride and she was determined not to let this boorish man beside her have an edge over her.

As time passed however, it became clear that she was going to have to do something to take her mind off the fear.

Years before she and the man she called her boyfriend at that time had been trapped in a lift. He was very supportive and tried to talk her through it as the time passed but it was no use. Her panic had grown and grown until she thought she would burst. 

After an hour and a half, he tried a different tactic. Instead of talking to her or soothing her, he had become amorous. She pushed him away several times as she thought it highly inappropriate for him to try having sex with her while she was in such a state. He persisted though and she began to realize that the more aroused she became from his advances, the less panicked she was from her claustrophobia. 

In the end they had wild sex on the tiled floor of the elevator and only just managed to get themselves decent by the time the fire brigade showed up to rescue them. One of the firemen had winked at her as he noted her tousled hair and hastily donned clothing. She gave him a withering glance and walked out with her head high so as not to see the snickers on the remainder of the brigade watching her.

Now, here she was in a similar situation. She knew that if her boyfriend were here with her now, they would simply start having sex again and she would be fine; so long as the power failure didn't last longer than her boyfriend could. He was a resourceful man though, so she knew he would have found ways of keeping her occupied.

But she wasn't with her boyfriend; she was with a man she'd never met before. What was worse, she was with a man that she disliked. In the brief exchanges they'd had, she could tell that this man would never be one of her lovers. He was far too implacable for her liking.

Having had an opportunity to observe him, she knew that "the game" would never work on this man. He might want her and he might lust for her, but she would never take him because she could never bend him to her will.

"But you don't need to talk to him my Dear," her inner voice said.

"He's a boor!" she said disdainfully to her inner self.

"That may be," the voice said calmly, "but he does have a penis; and a willingness to use it I'm sure! You saw the look in his eyes before the power went."

She frowned and grunted in disgust. Jason glanced in her direction and shook his head.

"Great!" he said to himself. "Now she's going to lose her mind. Next thing you know she's going to start talking to herself."

"It does not get better in the short run my Dear!" Brenda's inner voice insisted.

"Oh do shut up!" she said, then cringed when she realized she'd said it out loud.

Jason looked up and fixed her with a cold glare.

"Lady," he said acidly, "for one thing, I didn't say a word. And if I did, I'd appreciate it if you could keep a civil tongue in your head. You may ask me to stop talking. You may even request that I be quiet. But you will not tell me to shut up! Do we understand each other?"

Brenda watched him fearfully, knowing that he was perfectly right. It didn't make it any easier for her to take though, coming as it was from a man she considered to be such a lout.

"I'm sorry," she said, summoning all of her effort to do so. "I was simply scared and I'm not really in my right mind right now."

"You can say that again," Jason muttered, although Brenda heard him perfectly well.

Brenda sniffed angrily but bit back her comment. She gritted her teeth and looked down between her knees which were drawn up to her chest. 

"This is not helping!" her inner voice said.

"Shut up!" she replied, silently this time.

"This place is driving us crazy!" the voice insisted.

"Yes it is!" she thought quickly as her hands began to shake once more.

"So what's it going to be?" the voice asked. "Slow torture or perhaps we make a new friend?"

"He will never be my friend!" she thought testily.

"Maybe just his willy then," the voice teased. "We could just be friends with his John Thomas and leave the rest of him out of the picture."

"Shut up!" she said, looking around the elevator car fearfully.

"You could ask him," the voice reasoned.

"Shut up!" she thought again, feeling a sudden weight on her chest.

"It couldn't hurt," the voice went on as though it were ignoring her.

"Oh for God's sake!" Brenda exclaimed suddenly. "Let's just fuck and get it over with then!"

Jason looked up in alarm. The loudness of her shout startled him and then his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open as he realized what she said.

"I beg your pardon?" he said.

"You heard me!" Brenda said, standing up from her prone position on the floor and pulling her suit jacket off.

She folded the jacket and laid it neatly on the floor in the corner and then began to unbutton the pearls on her silk blouse. 

"Just fuck me please!" she said. "I can't bear this a single moment longer!"

She shrugged out of her blouse and folded it, then placed it on top of her jacket. She unzipped her skirt and shoved it down to her calves. Then she stepped out of it, folded it and placed it carefully on the pile.

Clad now only in a yellow matching silk panty and bra set, she straightened and stared at Jason. She seemed to notice for the first time that he was staring at her but had not yet removed a single item of clothing.

"Well?" she said expectantly. "What are you waiting for? It's what you've wanted this whole time isn't it? You've been staring at me since the moment I stepped on to this elevator!"

Jason blinked and succeeded in making the expression every bit as haughty as she had done not so long ago. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" he said evenly. "You've been doing everything you can for the past hour to make me feel two inches tall. Well guess what Lady! I'm not two inches tall and I resent the hell out of the fact that you want me to think so. 

"I don't know where you got this idea that we were going to have sex, but you did it all by yourself without asking me once what I thought about it! So if that really is your plan, perhaps you'd like to ask me what I'd like instead of telling me what you want!"

Jason turned back to stare at the floor. 

Brenda looked down at him in surprise and shock. Never in her life had any man ever turned her down. Even those men she had only been teasing had salivated after her like hungry dogs after she laughed at them and walked away. Never in her experience had a man ignored her sexual needs; never before this.

Brenda then did something that neither of them expected she would do.

She fell to her knees, buried her face in her hands and began crying. Not crying; wailing! 

For Brenda it was simply the last straw. Until now she had been able to hide her fears. Her self-control had been stretched to its limit before this. Now Jason's rejection had simply pushed her over the edge. 

Jason looked at her and then put his own head in his hands.

"Oh God No!" he muttered to himself.

Brenda didn't hear him. By now she was consumed by her claustrophobia with her focus bent entirely on having sex with the only man available; Jason. With his rejection her last hope of being able to maintain her composure evaporated.

"Oh please!" she cried. "You must have sex with me! You simply must!"

Jason looked at her, his lip curling in disgust as she turned to him with tears streaming down her face. She reached for him pleadingly and sniffed heavily as her nose began to run with her distress.

"Please fuck me!" she wept. "I'll make it good, I promise! Just look at these!"

With that, she undid her bra and her generously sized breasts bobbled into view. She cupped them in both hands and held them up for his inspection.

"Please fuck me!" she went on as she cried. "I'm a good fuck, I promise!" 

She crawled awkwardly toward him and reached for his belt buckle.

"I'll suck you off," she said quickly. "You can cum in my mouth if you like, just please fuck me."

Jason watched this performance with something between revulsion and intense arousal. Despite his dislike of the woman who had been so bitchy to him, he couldn't help but appreciate her naked tits. They were easily a C-cup topped by pretty pink nipples with small areolas. 

She had been tugging at his belt and had cupped his cock and balls in an effort to get him interested and now he was interested. His cock was semi-hard and she had a firm grip on it through his pants. She kept trying to unzip him but couldn't quite get the catch to release.




Going Up



"Please fuck me," she said with a pleading expression.

She was no longer crying, which Jason was profoundly grateful for. The look on her face was now less pathetic and a bit more alluring, barring the mascara that had run freely down her cheeks from all of her crying. Her eyes were still puffy and her cheeks stained with tears and eye makeup, but she was an attractive girl. Jason reasoned that she could have been plastered with mud all over her face and still been entirely fuckable. 

"All right," he said, getting to his feet and looking down at her. "But first, suck my cock. Make me cum in your mouth."

"Okay," she said with a docile smile as she finally managed to unzip his pants.

She reached into his zip and fished out his cock. It wasn't hard to find by now. It was almost as hard as it ever got with her death grip on it a few minutes before and it was rapidly growing to its full size.

She studied it curiously for a moment and then opened her mouth wide. She took it in expertly and stroked it with her left hand as she sucked on the head. Jason groaned and leaned back against the elevator wall.

"My my!" Brenda's inner voice said. "Just imagine all this time we've wasted when this beautiful monster was within our grasp the whole time!"

Brenda murmured happily around Jason's penis and admitted to herself that he certainly did have a nice cock. She sucked and licked at it with abandon, mouthing the entire length or simply sucking on the head as she moved her hand up and down the shaft. She made a little moaning sound when she tasted the first bit of precum oozing out of the pee-hole.

"Mm, it tastes wonderful!" she said to her inner voice, not realizing she said it out loud.

"I'll bet you do too!" Jason groaned as he moved his hips back and forth slightly.

Suddenly he was lifting her to a standing position and then he backed her against the wall panel.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth later!" he said through gritted teeth. "Right now I'm going to fuck your ass off!"

He reached down and gripped the waistband of her expensive panty and pulled it downward. There was a ripping sound and it fell to the floor between her feet with a torn gusset. He gripped her leg and held it up. With his other hand he gripped her bum. Then he was pushing forward and his cock head was bumping against her pussy. 

"Oh God yes!" she said throatily. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

He pushed forward with his hips while holding her leg outward and then his cock was poking between her lips. He pulled her bum toward him and then he was sliding inside. He released her leg and pressed himself against her. He kissed her hungrily and pushed inside her as far as he could go.

"Oh fuck me!" she screamed. "Yes, fuck me!"

Hearing her scream like that, her British accent making her wails so much more erotic, Jason put both hands on her bum and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped both legs around his waist and held on as he pounded her. 

"Fuck me!" she cried.

"You want this?" Jason grunted his face just inches from hers.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Give it to me. Fuck me you bastard!"

"You bitch!" he said as his eyes blazed.

He pushed her to the floor and mounted her from behind. His cock slipped into her wet tunnel and then he was riding her like a horse. She wailed and cried and bucked and screamed and Jason ploughed into her. 

"Yes!" she screamed. "Give me that cock you fucker!"

"You fucking bitch!" Jason shouted. "You arrogant bitch! You fucking whore!"

She wailed in reply and then she was shaking in orgasm. Jason pulled out of her and whipped her around to face him. He thrust his cock into her mouth as she screamed out her orgasm and grabbed her head with both hands. He thrust deeply as if he was fucking her face and he saw her eyes water. She gripped his cock, but not to push him out. She began stroking his shaft as she locked her lips around him and then he cried out as his own orgasm hit. 

She gave a muffled cry and gurgled and then his cum was pouring out both sides of her mouth and running down her chin to her chest. Jason held her head and thrust into her mouth two more times and then he was done.

He fell back against the wall panel and slid to the floor completely spent. He looked at Brenda and saw she was scooping up streams of cum from her neck and breasts with her fingers and sucking them into her mouth. He thought to himself that she looked like a cat cleaning herself as she eventually slurped all his semen into her mouth and swallowed it.

She looked up at him then and smiled.

"Thank you so much," she said with genuine pleasure. "I know this sounds faintly ridiculous, but my name is Brenda. What's your name?"

She stuck her hand out in greeting and smiled pleasantly. He took it with a sense of the bizarre.

"I'm Jason," he said. "It's a... uh... it's a pleasure to meet you."

Brenda laughed congenially and Jason's chest tightened as her eyes crinkled with amusement.

"Yes it has been a pleasure," she said, "at least the past few minutes have. And I am sorry about my earlier behavior. Can you forgive me?"

Jason nodded with a bemused grin and Brenda smiled again at his discomfiture. She looked down at his slacks which were bunched around his ankles and raised her eyebrows.

"Don't you think it's time you stepped out of those?" she said, reaching for the waistband currently tangled up in his feet. 

She tugged and tugged and eventually his slacks came free. She held them up and folded them neatly. She put them on the floor next to him and then tugged his shoes and socks off as well. She crawled over him, straddling his mid-section and pressed against him as he lay back against the wall panel.

"I must say I've never had a good snog with a man wearing a suit jacket before," she said while tugging at the lapels of his corduroy coat. "Well, I have done it with a man wearing a full suit, but never with a man wearing just the top half."

She was moving her hips in a circular motion over him while she spoke. She was also holding his flaccid cock with one hand against her soggy pussy while she moved. Soon enough his cock began to come back to life and she smiled in satisfaction.

"I might be a bitch," she said with a grin, "but I do know how to fuck!"

She leaned forward then and kissed him lustily. She pressed down and guided his cock into her and slowly swallowed him up. She let out a soft sigh as he filled her and then bit his bottom lip sensually when he was all the way in.

Jason kissed her back and then laid his head back against the wall as she rode him. 

"You know," she said between grunts as she fucked him, "You wouldn't normally be my type. You should be grateful."

"And what is your type?" he challenged. 

"Oh I don't know," she lied. 

"Men without balls?" he said, gripping her hips as they swiveled over his cock.

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"You prefer your men to be playthings," he said. He grinned when she met his eyes in alarm. "I know a ball buster when I see one. You like to be in charge."

Brenda grinned and swept her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. She tweaked her nipples and held them up for Jason like meals on a plate. Jason leaned forward and took her hard nipple between his lips and Brenda gasped.

"I seem to be in charge now," she said, continuing to ride his cock deliciously.

"Yeah, you are," he agreed. "Until you start to cum again; then I'll be in the driver's seat again while you beg for my cock."

"Oh!" she scoffed. "Begging, was it? I seem to recall you needing me as much as I needed you."

"I could jerk off and get the same feeling," he said dismissively.

"The same as this?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

Jason gasped audibly as her pussy clamped down on his cock. She stopped moving but he could feel her vagina gripping him all the way up and down his cock. Her muscles rippled tremendously a she pursed her lips triumphantly and sighed with the sensations she felt.

"I don't think wanking your willy is quite the same thing," she said with a grin.

"Maybe not," he admitted. "It might be something I remember for a long time while I wank."

Brenda laughed and sighed deeply. She started riding him again and leaned forward to kiss him. She pushed her tongue gently past his lips and gave a low growl as her passion accelerated.

"Oh my God your cock is delicious!" she panted.

"I can't decide whether I want to cum inside you or lick you silly," he gasped.

"Why don't you do both?" she said as she sped up her motions. 

"You want me to lick you after I cum inside you?" he asked as his balls began to tense with his impending orgasm.

"Have you ever done that?" she said, stretching upward and holding his head against her breasts.

"No," he said, nuzzling his head into her chest, reveling in the softness of her globes.

"Oh please do it!" she said with a tiny squeal. "Do it for me!"

"Oh yeah!" he shouted as his cock swelled. 

He grunted and held her hips still and came inside her. He spurted inside her and moaned loudly.

"Oh God!" he grunted. "Oh God!"

Brenda wailed and squirmed in his lap as she felt his cock twitch inside her. She held him inside, gripping his pulsing cock with her vagina. He pushed his head back and there was a thump. He didn't even feel his head strike the wall panel. Then she stood up and gripped his head. She mashed her pussy into his face and he pushed his tongue deeply inside her. She groaned and pushed her thighs to either side of his head. Jason gripped her bum with both hands and pulled her to him, shoving his face into her and tasting his own cum mingled with her juices.

Her pussy tasted sweet. His first thought was that she must have used a douche that morning. His second thought was that his semen didn't taste too bad as he licked it out of her vagina. His third thought was that she was going to break his neck if her orgasm didn't abate soon.

"Oh you fucker!" she moaned quietly. "You bastard! How do you do this to me?"

She fell into his lap and laid there limply. He held her and nuzzled her hair with his face. She turned toward him and licked their mingled juices off of his face. 

"You have no right to make me feel this way!" she murmured softly, snuggling into his arms.

"And you have no right being such a good fuck you arrogant bitch!" he said just as tenderly.

The elevator lurched suddenly and the lighting panels in the ceiling blazed with sudden power. 

Brenda scrambled to her feet and stepped into her skirt quickly. She pulled her blouse on and managed to fasten four of the buttons before the doors began to slide open. Jason pulled on his slacks and shoes. He stuffed his socks into his jacket pocket. He looked down and saw Brenda's bra and panty set on the floor. He shoved them inside his jacket and then faced the doors as they began to open.

They stopped and closed again and then they opened fully.

Standing just beyond the doors was a maintenance man, judging by his coveralls, and a security guard.

"Are you folks okay?" the maintenance man asked. "Jack here told me you were trapped in there. He said he saw you on the video camera."

"There's a camera in there?" Jason asked with a smile frozen on his face.

"Surely it couldn't have been working during the power failure," Brenda said with more confidence than she felt.

"Oh no," Jack said with a grin. "The camera and the security room have their own emergency generator. They work just fine!"



Going Up!



The month after I moved to New York was the worst of my life. I knew no one, my dog got joint problems because the elevator in our building was always out and we had to take the stairs, and I fell in love with the boy next door. Well, next apartment. 

Victor was my neighbor. He's probably the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He's tall and slender, but still muscular. Vic is Roman-god handsome, except the roman gods were usually portrayed as blonde and fair, and he's anything but—he has black-brown eyes and curly, shoulder length black hair, and this olive skin tone that always makes me shiver. And he's shy, so shy he hardly spoke one word to me that whole first month. I'd been giving him the eye from across the hall since I first saw him, but he never seemed to notice me until the night the electricity failed. 

I had candles and blankets (I moved the last week in March, which is nasty cold sometimes) so we all shared, and the whole floor had a weenie roast at Mrs. Butler's in 408. That's when Victor first spoke to me, and we talked for hours. After that, he'd drop in my apartment to chat, and he'd hung out once or twice, and once he even went out to the movies with my work buddies and me. But there was nothing more between us, until that fateful spring day in the elevator. 

It was a beautiful day in the early part of May—unseasonably warm, actually, and even though I had dressed coolly, in my mid-thigh length batik dress and sandals, I was totally unprepared for the heat. I had just gotten home, after a long day at the office dealing with the problems of New York's crabbiest shoppers (I worked in the back office of one of the biggest department stores. Great discount!) I got on the elevator, which the building super swore up and down he had really, truly, if-I-tell-a-lie-may-I-get-sued, fixed for good. I was tired and a little sweaty from the long, 20 block walk from the office to my apartment, so I was looking forward to kicking my shoes off and taking a cool shower. I was just wishing I had put my shoulder length, curly red hair up before walking so far, when, out of nowhere, Victor jumped on the elevator just as the doors closed.

He was looking good, if a little warm, that day, in a dark blue t-shirt and tight black jeans. He smiled at me, totally dazzling me with even, white teeth in between kissably full lips. I still get the chills looking at his lips. But I digress. That day, he smiled and greeted me, and I noticed he seemed a little uncertain about something. At first, I thought it might have been something I may have said that offended him, or he was upset with me, but the more I watched him look over at me and open his mouth to speak, change his mind, and look away, I realized it was something else. Finally, he must have screwed up some courage from somewhere, because he finally said, 'Hey, Sarah, we're friends, right?'

I had just turned my head to reassure him, that, yes, we were friends indeed, when the ever dependable elevator stopped between the second and third floors. After making sure we were both alright, and neither of us was likely to panic or get claustrophobia, we looked around the elevator for the alarm button. I saw it first, and began to reach for it, when he leaned over and said, 'Don't worry about that, just yet.' I felt his hot breath against my ear, and shivered a little. I looked up at him, and he leaned over me as if he was going to kiss me. Then he said really low, like he was afraid I might really hear him, 'I wish...'

The elevator was getting hot, and I could feel my fair skin begin to flush. Vic looked concerned, and asked 'Are you about to faint, or what?' He unbuttoned the top buttons of my dress to help me cool off. Then, he lifted the hair off the back of my neck, and blew across the skin to cool it. I began to shiver uncontrollably because it was making me feel like someone was twirling brushes under my skin. I asked him to stop.

At first, Victor gave me a really nervous look, like he was afraid he was bothering me. Well, he was, but in a much nicer way than he knew at the time. I guess he could tell the difference, because all of a sudden, he laughed, low and sexy, and asked, 'Do you like that?'

I decided to be honest (I could always claim later I had been closer to fainting than was actually the case), and said, 'Yes, a little too much.'

So Vic stepped around behind me, and started to kiss the nape of my neck; these little, light kisses. Then, he put his arm around my waist. By now, I was getting into this sudden burst of affection from a man who had barely had two words to say to me before. I began to twist my head to the side, so he could reach all those sensitive spots back there. He worked his way around to that little place just under my ear, and began to lick the little drops of sweat off my earlobes, and nibble on them. I started to moan a little because it was just too good, when he suddenly twisted me around in his arms, and stared to work his way up my throat to my chin and then that little dimple between my lower lip and chin. He chewed lightly on my bottom lip, and kissed me oh-so-lightly and said, lips so close they brushed mine with every word: 'How about this? You like this?'

In reply, I reached around the back of his neck to twist my fingers gently in his hair, and pulled his lips down to mine for a full kiss. His hands began working their way down my thigh to knee. He pulled my leg up against the outside of his, so the front of my body was so close to his I could feel the button on his jeans. He began kissing me deeper and deeper and deeper. I began unbuttoning his shirt with my other hand. Slowly.

When I got it unbuttoned, I ran my fingernails over his chest lightly--just enough to drive him crazy. We started to drop to our knees. He smiled in our kiss. He still had his shirt on, half here half gone. Our kiss intensified. I was breathless...I just opened my mouth to him and he dove in. His tongue started caressing every inch of my mouth, my lips, everything. I forgot everything except the sensation and the heat.

He unbuttoned my dress all the way to the waist, and teased my skin with his long fingers. Both of my eyes were closed; it was only the feel of his beautiful artists hands leaving wakes of sheer pleasure across my skin, no sight. No sounds. Except for our soft moaning. Nothing was coming between us except our clothes. Nothing else.

He took my shirt off ever so gently. No man had ever been this way with me before. Reverent, shy. Incredibly sexy.

'My God, Sarah, you have such beautiful skin, and that perfume is just going to make me lose my mind.'

'Victor...please don't stop...kiss me again, please.'

While he kissed me so wildly, so passionately, he brushed my nipples with his hand. He caressed them like he was touching a precious diamond. At this point, my breath was so fast, I thought it was going to fail me. I took his shirt off with so much fury; scratched his skin so sharply, that he cried out a little. I had my hands all over his body. I took his hair in my hands; I caressed his hair.

'Why...why when I looked at you before...why didn't you ever--why have you tortured me like this?' I was panting and babbling like an idiot, but I wanted an answer. He ripped my bra off, then he removed my dress and everything else. I returned the favor, helping him out of his jeans and pulling his shirt the rest of the way off. We were crawling like serpents on the floor. We would reach for each other, we would find each other. It was a never-ending quest.

He had my hair in his hands, it draped his shoulders. I pulled his hair to my face, and felt drugged, allured, by the scent of his hair and his sweat. I could feel his lips, exploring my body. I let him go lower and lower down my body. There was nothing between us, so...I didn't care. He found my most intimate spot, my secret garden, and he caressed me with his tongue until I was on the verge of crying. He didn't stop.

'Oh God...God...please stop...God please...'

He was nibbling and licking me like a puppy. He just went on and on, driving me wilder by the second. I had lost count of how many times I'd come. I began screaming and pulling his hair. He caressed my thighs and my knees. It was driving me insane. He reared up and nibbled my breasts; he licked and nibbled my nipples like the world was going to end. 

Vic flipped over onto his back, and pulled me on top of him. I could feel his skin boiling under me. He was sweating, his hair was damp. I closed my eyes, and rubbed myself against him, just to feel his skin. I kissed him all over, slowly first, and then I just let my lips wander.

'Don't stop, Sarah...'

So I kissed him slowly at first: I took a nipple in my mouth and played with it—I bit it gently, and licked it. I laughed softly when I heard him begin to moan again. My mouth tasted him; my lips were dripping. I went lower on his stomach--so perfect, so beautiful. He's got such beautiful skin.

I could feel his hardness right underneath me. It tickled my stomach. It began to drive me crazy, so I took it in my hands and gently, but surely, caressed it. I closed my eyes again. All my nerves were in my fingers. It was like a toy for only me to play with, to caress. It was big...just perfect. It's was just amazingly beautiful. I touched it so gently, he closed his eyes. I could hear only the sound of his soft moaning.

He said my name.

'Sarah.'

'Sarah.'

Like a mantra, he was calling out to me, so I took it into my mouth. I only licked softly at first...small waves of pleasure to begin. I ran the tip of my tongue all the way around it. I was steady, I kept my rhythm.

'Sarah...please, faster...please'

He spoke my name very softly, almost in a whisper. He caressed my hair while I concentrated on giving him pleasure.

The tip of my tongue danced softly around the shaft. I could feel how hard it became at my touch. My pace became faster as I listened to him moan deliciously. I ran my hand along his chest very gently. He's got no other hair on his body, except on his sex. Nothing else. Just smooth olive skin.

I caressed him with my hair. Then he gently pulled me up; we met eye to eye.

'God, Sarah...nobody has ever done that to me so well.'

Our lips met in a furious, passionate kiss that left us both trembling. I smiled and teased his lips with my tongue. He ran his hands down my naked back. His fingernails left a trail of ecstasy. He ran his wet palms down my butt...and stayed there, pinching softly and gently probing.

He found me ready for him, but waited a bit more. He inserted one, two fingers inside me and moved them until I could barely think straight. I was breathing so hard and begging for more, begging:

'God...my god...please don't stop...oh yes, please...Oh god.'

He brushed my hair out of my face. He kissed my neck, and ran his tongue all over my shoulders. He nibbled my skin, some spots harder than others. But I didn't care. I needed completion; I was in pain, needing him to release me. He put his hands over my eyes, so I could only feel. I was drowning in desire for him. I didn't know where I ended and he began. He said,

'Sarah, please let me take you now, please. I want to be inside you. I want to make you come so hard, you will never forget this moment.'

'Oh God yes, please take me now, I'm yours, I'm all yours, this body is yours....'

He knew I was ready, but he wanted to take his time. So he teased me first, inserting only the tip of his penis. Just enough for me to scream in delight as he lowered me. I could feel the rest of it--it grew so much larger inside me--I could feel its pulse against my lips, against the tight walls. He had done this before many times, I could tell. He knew how to keep his rhythm.

I was flying; I felt so light, so translucent....

I let his hands run down my chest; through my hair. I moved his hands along my body. I licked his hands, his fingers. He pushed against the wall, and I could feel him thrusting faster and faster. I reached up to hold onto the rail, and I was moaning deliciously. All the sensations in the world were coming to me at the same time. I felt like I was going to explode; that I was made of fire; that I had an inferno right inside me; thrusting with all his strength....

'Sarah...'

'Sarah!'

'God...my God...harder, please oh God please don't stop...please....'

He rolled on top of me, without withdrawing. His hair fell over my body and tickled me.

'Be prepared for this, Sarah...I want to make you come so hard like nobody else...God, Sarah....'

'Please...harder, please, please oh god yes, OH GOD...'

He lost control and was thrusting so hard...until I screamed his name. He held my face in his hands, and I felt his breath right in my ear. He kissed me almost deliriously and he let go. He exploded in a powerful orgasm that left me almost paralyzed. I myself had lost count of the number of waves of pleasure that have warmed my body. It was electric...

He collapsed on top of me...kissing my lips very softly. He kissed me softly all over my face. He was panting, and he could barely move. I let him rest his head on my breast while I caressed his hair.

'I don't want to lose you ever, Sarah.'

'No, I'll be here...here with you. That's where I want to stay...'

He chuckled wryly, and said, I've got a better idea...let's go inside my apartment.'

'Ok...whatever you say.' I was so dazed I think I would have agreed to jump off the building if he asked. I certainly wouldn't have felt it if I had!

So we got dressed...and kissed again. That time, I pushed the alarm button, so the super could come get us out. We both waited the ten minutes it took for someone to pry the doors open, holding each other's hands. I don't know what the neighbors thought of our appearance, all sweaty and flushed. 

If they even noticed, I'm sure the fact that Victor moved into my apartment next day settled matters. He's been here ever since, and I hope he never leaves. Our romance has lasted since that day, Victor is still sweet, and shy, and has begun to leave me roses every morning before he leaves for work. And we still get nostalgic whenever we step on that elevator, and in true New York City fashion, it breaks down.

THE END



Going Up?



Caldwell Pharmaceuticals was the name over the big corporation tower that stood in the center of Manhattan where Jessica Kennedy had been working since graduation. Going into the elevator she made her way to the 9th floor. Joey the security guard winked as she went by as usual—Joey made her laugh, always bringing a smile to her full, red lips. With a flick of her chestnut hair over a shoulder in a smooth motion, she made her way to the promotional offices. Today she wore a wrap around brown suit skirt with a cream shirt, jacket to match and a pair of black stiletto pumps. Taking off her jacket she left it on her desk and made her way back across the hallway with her portfolio in her hand.

She had never really felt all that confident in all her 26 years of age, and this meeting where she would bring across her proposal for pharmaceuticals company she did advertisement work for would require a whole lot of confidence, especially as she was against Caldwell for it. If she didn't get this proposal over Max Caldwell she'd be working under him. She got all hot and bothered thinking about it. Of course she wouldn't be working under him in that respect but she couldn't help but think it. After all this was the 'King' of double meaning she was thinking about here. And if he wasn't the king he was definitely be part of the royal family were his looks were concerned.

He had short dirty blonde hair, grey searching eyes and a straight roman nose with wide lips that had often made her drift into a day dream at work. He was tall too, that was sure, even taller than her 5'8". He was about five inches taller, and not many mean made her feel dainty in height, so it was a shame he made her feel like a fool whenever he opened his mouth! He was cute, no doubt about it, and he always made her feel stupid, but not today! No! She was going to show Max Caldwell that she was not just as good as him but better when she got this proposal. He may be the boss' nephew but no way was she going to work in a position where he could rub in his success to her. She wouldn't allow it.

Not that he had got the better of her other promotions, they had basically gone up in ranks together. As you got higher in the chain the scarcer the positions within the company; that was how this whole rivalry had started. It had been a normal day in Caldwell Pharmaceuticals when Mitzy, one of the building gossips, had come into the PR department, which she had no place in being since she was an assistant to the receptionists. She talked about how there was a promotion going since Bill was going to retire, and of course we all knew this but let her go on, we were sure she'd find her point eventually, and she did when she said the promotion was between two people—that was when Jessica's ears had picked up, and then everyone knew. It was between her and Max.

Well, Caldwell. They had a pretty easy going relationship before this had got going; she had called him Max. Well, that was over now. She had always thought him too arrogant for his own good. Maybe it was his looks that made him think he was better then everyone, she had first thought when she had met him, because come on let's face it—he was hot. But no, she had soon discovered in a week of being at Caldwell Pharmaceuticals, that that was not the case. It was his intelligence that made him think he was better than everyone else; that much was evident in the way he handled himself. The confidence just rolled off of him like the water on the back off of a dolphin. The ease in which he had ridiculed her when she had made the mistake of filing the wrong file in her second week had taught her that she would have get stronger or be trampled on in the process.

Making her way over to the gilded elevator she pressed the button for the 15th floor and waited by the doors. She had never really liked elevators but she had forced herself to get used to them; if you showed your weaknesses they would be used against you. She had gotten over that fear slightly, although she still had to count the 'ding' sound that would pass as they went past another level. She always did it, every time. She just never really would make much of it because, after all, it was part of her everyday life.

"Well if it isn't Princess." Hearing the soft masculine drawl behind her she looked to see Caldwell directly behind her.

"Fancy seeing you here, Caldwell," she said stiffly.

"Well I could let you have all the fun, Princess." She gritted her teeth at the nickname he gave her first week at Caldwell Pharmaceuticals. Needless to say she didn't like it. She hated the fact it implied she thought she was better than everyone else. Considering she had grown up dirt poor and going though foster homes, she personally thought it was bullshit. Not that she was going to enlighten him about her past, it being none of his business.

"What, not talking to me? Now that isn't the way to treat your new boss." He was trying to provoke her, she knew he was. She tightened her lips to prevent herself from telling him right where to go. She really wanted to but she knew she couldn't, not just yet anyway.

"So what have you been up to, princess?" he said with a gleam in his eye. There was no harm he could pull out in that question.

"Nothing much." The elevator came and the doors opened before them. Making sure he wouldn't have a chance to ask her to actually make conversation with him, she rushed in the elevator and into right far-end corner, but before she could think to press the button, Caldwell walked in with a grin on his face.

"Going up?" Wordlessly she nodded.

He pressed it for the 15th floor. That's when she realised it. She had been asked to come and present her case to the partners today for the promotion, that's why she was there and that must be why he had been there. Oh shit. She didn't have time to think before the doors closed and the elevator began its motion. She closed her eyes against the sick feeling finding a place at the bottom of her stomach—she always got this feeling riding in an elevator.

Bing.

'10th floor.' her mind went.

Bing.

'11th floor.'

Bing.

'12th floor.'

Bing.

'13th Floor.'

Bing.

'14th Floor' Nearly there.

Just then she heard a load clink and the grinding of gears and pulleys. The elevator came to a complete stop in-between the floors. Her eyes flew open at the 'bing' that hadn't happened. The lights flickered then shut off completely. Oh Christ, this was not good! She felt the colour drain from her face and her breath coming in small gasps; she was hyperventilating. She knew she was but she couldn't stop it. Panic was making her heat beat faster and faster, she couldn't control it. There was a smell, it was over powering, a musky smell, aftershave? Something grabbed her upper arms forcing her to look forward but she couldn't see anything her eyes were blurry. Just colours. Colours she couldn't link anything to, what was it? A voice. There was a voice; it was deep and muffled. The thing was shaking her and every time it did the voice was becoming clearer and clearer.

"Jess," it said. "Jess!" It repeated, louder and firmer. Her eyes were clearing, the figure in front of her was still a bit fuzzy but it looked like, like Max.

Her voice was shaky. "Max?"

The voice was clearer, confirming it was him. "Yes, it's me Jess. I need you to calm you down, you have to sit down. Do you trust me?"

She nodded wordlessly. He lowered her onto the floor. Her vision had returned to normal, her breathing too, and she could hear Max's heartbeat. He was holding her to his chest, his hand holding her on the back of her head, his hand engulfed in her silky chestnut hair, her breasts pressed against his muscled abdomen, her flat stomach pressed against a big bulge in his trousers.

She hadn't expected that! She thought as she felt delicious heat pooling in-between her legs. She had to get up, she couldn't let this turn into something. Scrambling up, she jumped to the side of the elevator, both hands on the wall beside her. Small breaths were coming fast, she was excited, okay, she would admit that but she could let it go any way. Max was—no, Caldwell. Caldwell, that was it, she had to stay impersonal, otherwise keeping her thoughts would become personal and she couldn't risk that.

Caldwell got to his feet too, his back to the other side of the elevator, his breathing a lot calmer then hers. Jessica lowered her eyes to his crotch; his bulge was making quite a clear outline with his black suit slacks. He sallied closer to her, slowly pausing in front of her. He was so close she could smell the beaded sweat on his upper lip.

"You want this, I can tell," he said and before she could question what he had meant by that statement, his lips were plundering hers.

He was massaging her soft lips with his firm ones, nibbling and sucking on her bottom lip. The feelings exploded within her. This was only a kiss, how could she be feeling this? She thought breathlessly. White lights detonated behind her eyes when his tongue entered her mouth. Stroking his tongue with hers, they both began rubbing their tongues against each others. Her arms were powerless but to wrap her arms around his wide, broad, muscular shoulders. He wrapped her tighter in his arms, pressing her against the wall and his straining erection. She felt him pulsating against her taut stomach and her pussy between her legs throbbed with anticipation. His hands climbed higher, grazing her rib cage, making her shudder and moan as his made his way to her bead nipples that pressed against the wall of his strong chest.

His hand gripped her breast firmly, causing a moan vibrate in her mouth. Pulling at her shirt until it was hanging around her waist, he rubbed his thumb provocatively over her nipple, making a strangled shriek come out of her mouth.

"That's it, let me know how much you like me doing this to you," he moaned against her lips.

And with that he circled her lace-covered nipple with his tongue. She couldn't hold in her cry of delight and grabbed his head, holding him to her breast, for his to suckle on her firm, supple breast. Massaging the sides of her breasts he released them from their constraint and her light pink lace bra fell to the elevator floor. Cupping her breasts with his large hands he weighed the double Ds up to his lips. Grazing his chin of the sensitive buds, he gently bit into the sinuous flesh. Moaning, Jessica pulled at Max's blonde, tousled hair, begging him for release.

Tightening her legs was all she could do to hold in her frustration. Max seemed to understand and trailed his left hand down the side of her wrap-around skirt. Flicking open one of the panels, he slipped his hand inside the skirt, trailing his finger tips along the satin flesh above her thigh high stockings. Creeping his hand further up, he traced his index finger up and down on her slit through the thin rose-coloured lace. She shivered with excitement. Then he cupped her and her whole body quivered. Slipping his fingers inside the lace, he outlined the wet puffiness of her swollen pussy lips and she cried out.

"I knew you liked my touch, but do you want it bad enough. I wonder?" He said as his fingers began creeping inside her wet, inflamed pussy lips. She trembled; it felt so good she couldn't form her mouth to say the words, so instead she just moaned. He pressed harder on her mound, making her brain feel like mini-explosions were erupting all over her body.

"Well, do you want it? If you don't answer me I'll know not to continue." Not continue? Hell no.

"Yes, I want it, please, please don't stop," she said breathlessly.

As she said the words Max had begun rubbing her sensitive clit. The sensations were unstable in her desire-thirsty body. Gripping his shoulders she started to shake when he entered his finger in her tight, wet pussy. She felt her muscles contract upon the moving digit, then as he entered another finger her head soared. She was so close.

"I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming," she shook out, earnestly.

"Not until I'm inside you, you're not," he said, taking out his fingers. Her legs were so weak, he had to grab the backs of her upper thighs and pull her closer to his engorged cock, which caused a moan to burst from her throat. He put his fingers next her lips.

"Suck them, clean your cum of my fingers." Already wanting what was going to happen next, she opened her mouth and took them in, sucking them and licking the salty residue off of his strong, long fingers. Pulling his fingers out of her mouth, he moved his hand to her ass, near where his other hand was and in one swift action ripped her panties clean off her body. Undoing his slacks he let them down slightly and pulled out his straining 9 inch cock. It looked angry and swollen, standing there proud with pre-cum dripping on the end.

His hand diving under her skirt, he pulled her further up his body until she had wrapped her legs around his waist. Tracing the edge of her slit with his cock, wiping the pre-cum along her joining he teased her, and with a shiver he thrust deep into her aching pussy.

She let out a squeal of delight.

Gripping his ass-cheeks with her fingers she held him, pushing him further in her, until he was at the hilt. Rocking and grinding against each other, the lights flashing at the back of her eyes, their breaths coming shallow. Then he began to pump into her faster and faster. Her brain felt like it was going to explode with the ongoing sensations her body was feeling. His swollen cock hammered her tender pussy harder and harder until the backs of her eyes exploded and her pussy sang. She let out a cry of fulfilment and Max made a war cry as they both collapsed to the floor of the elevator.

Their breathing was laboured as Max slid out of her ravaged pussy. She put her hand to the floor beside her and found the torn remains of what were her panties. Hurriedly she put them in her suit jacket. And then the lights flickered and the elevator emergency phone rang.

Max picked it up. She could only hear his side of the conversation.

"Yes, this is Max Caldwell ....yes ... sure .... Please make sure you do ... right then." Hanging up the phone, he looked towards Jessica. Then just as he was about to say something the lights flickered back on and the elevator bounced back into life. Jessica jumped to her feet and smoothed her skirt down.

"A one-time thing," Max said.

"Agreed," she said as the elevator came to the 15th floor and she made her way to the presentation. Well, she thought to herself, that's one way to loosen up.

~ 

Edited by Mistress_Virginia



Going Up



I've always had a thing for women in corporate attire. There's something about that button down, subdued style of dress that accentuates a woman's innocence. I find this look so hot because of what it doesn't give away. It's different to what is usually on display in town on Friday and Saturday night at every drinking hole, pub, club and restaurant. Just a hint of panty line pushing through a pair of tight suit pants or skirt is enough to make my cock twitch.

The elevator doors open and you step inside. Your eyes are neutral and look straight ahead. You don't appear to notice me, but I notice you. It's your eyes that capture my attention first. I was busy staring at the ceiling, doing the same as everyone else in the lift and trying to avoid eye contact, but now I've got something more interesting to focus on. You enter and stand next to the front doors as they close, but I've still got a nice view of your shapely legs and round ass between the two suits standing just in front of me. Going up.

The lift stops again and some other people get off and some more enter. You move back to let them in. You are standing right in front on me now with your back to me. This gives me an even better opportunity to let my eyes wander over your body. You are wearing a suit skirt with stockings. As I breathe in, I can smell your perfume. It's fresh and musk-like but with no real discernable scent. Most people apply far too much, but I have to lean in to catch more of your scent. I breathe quietly. Going up.

We stop again and the doors open. The people at the front of the lift shuffle about and we ascend again. Your skirt is black and matches your black heels. They are sensible heels, but still heels, which give your legs and back just enough of an arch to pronounce your femininity. I check for panty lines but I cannot see any. Then I notice that you are wearing a g-string. It is spaghetti thin, running between your two lovely globes of your ass, but it is unmistakably a g-string. My cock twitches and I can not take my eyes off your beautiful ass. I starting to get hard and it occurs to me that maybe you can feel the heat of my gaze burning into you. I brush these thoughts away. I picture myself reaching out to touch you, but I stay frozen to the spot. There is no way you could know the lust that is starting to build inside me. Going up.

I am hoping this elevator ride will take as long as possible so I get to continue my visual assault on your sexy body. The doors open again and people are getting off. Everyone left in the lift filters out and, to my surprise, no one gets in. We are alone. The doors close. I quickly moved aside a little to distribute myself better inside the small space. You turn you head slightly as you register my movement. I stay behind you though. I want to check out your ass some more. I stare from the side of my vision. My gaze travels again from your heels, up your stocking-clad legs, up over your round ass and up to your suit jacket. I wonder if you wearing garters. Or does that only happen in porn? Going up.

You turn you head and look at me. My thoughts are interrupted. I am caught. It is so obvious what is on my mind. You know exactly what I'm thinking. You look directly in my eyes for an instant and then turn back to watching the floor numbers ascend. Your expression is indifferent. For a second I think I see a hint of a smile at the corner of your mouth, but then nothing. "Shit!" I think to myself. My face turns red. Now you're going to go and tell all the other girls on your floor about the pervert in the lift. "Fucking stupid! I was not exactly subtle..." Bang! My thoughts are interrupted.

The lift stops.

Neither of us says anything. The emergency light flashes on. I look at you. You look back at me and you are clearly pissed off. I am not sure if it is because you are stuck in a lift or because you are stuck in a lift with a ogling pervert.

I pick up the emergency phone and put it to my ear. I hear a recording with a scripted message telling me to remain calm and wait for help. Then the phone rings and rings and I am about to give up when I hear a click.

"OTIS emergency maintenance," a voice says.

"Hi, I'm stuck in a lift and I'm wondering what I should do?" I ask.

"OK sir, don't panic. Are you and the other passengers alright? Does anyone need medical attention?" The voice asks.

"Yes, it's just me and one other person. We're fine. We'd just rather be out of here, you know," I say.

"I understand. Can you read me the lift number on the panel to the left of the phone please?" The voice says.

"Just a second," I say. I read the number out.

"Thank you. One moment," the voice says. Time passes. "OK, looks like it's most likely a general mechanical fault, nothing to worry about. These things happen all the time. We'll send someone out as soon as we can."

"Any idea how long that'll be?" I ask.

"Sorry, it's hard to say exactly. All our crews are currently on other jobs, but we'll get to you as soon as we can. Just try to remain calm and sit tight."

"OK, thanks," I say.

Click.

"How long did they say?" You ask. It is the first time I have heard you voice.

"Don't hold your breath. All their guys are busy," I reply.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you burst out. I am a little surprised at your response. You have quite a dirty mouth on you. There is something very fucking sexy about that.

"You gonna miss an important meeting or something?" I joke.

"Something like that," you say.

"Well sit tight they said," I say.

"For fucks sake! Is that it?" You demand. Your lipstick covered mouth purses. My cock twitches again.

"That's all they said," I reply. "There isn't much else we can do until they get here."

"I can think or something we can do," you say.

You look directly into my eyes, with one hand on your hip, your ass sticking out suggestively. It takes a few moments to register, but there is no mistaking your body language. I step towards you and grab your ass and pull you towards me. I kiss you hard and one of my hands finds the back of your head. You kiss me back. I'm surprised by the passion in your kiss. I kiss you back harder. Our tongues find each other and you tease me with your kisses. I bite and suck on your bottom lip, teasing you back and you respond by grinding your pussy hard against me. My cock is getting fucking hard.

I press against you and you push back. I can feel your wet pussy juices soaking the front of your panties. I push you against the wall and continue kissing you as I pin both of you hands above your head. I kiss your neck and bite you playfully and you moan with lust. Your suit jacket is off in an instant and I pull up your blouse to expose your sexy tits. I reach around with one hand and deftly unhook your black bra, which falls to the ground. Your tits are free now and you feel the cold of the air conditioning on them, which only makes your nipples harder. I keep your hands pinned above your head and suck your nipples into my mouth one at a time. I flick my tongue over them, nibbling lightly and teasing you with my teeth. Your nipples swell and harden between my lips and your moan repeatedly. I pull your blouse over your head and admire your sexy shoulders and neck.

We kiss and grind some more. My cock is granite hard now and straining through my pants. My balls are churning. Our lust is escalating fast. I want to slow down so I can enjoy this, but we don't have much time. I grab your pinned hands and spin you around and grind my hard pole against your sexy ass. I trace my cock over the crack of your ass. I put my arms around you from behind. I'm playing with your tits and nips with one hand as my other hand moves down between your legs. I tease you briefly before sliding my hand under your skirt and massaging your moist pussy over your panties. You moan louder. I kiss and bite your neck playfully as I play with your soft, sexy tits and tease your pussy some more.

I push my mouth against your ear and tell you all the fucking bad thoughts running through my mind at this moment.

"I wanted to fuck you as soon as I saw you got on the elevator," I whisper.

I bite your ear and suck on your ear lobe.

"Are you ready to be a bad little girl?" I hiss.

You moan in reply. I slap and knead the globes of your ass. Your knees start to buckle and I can feel your hot pussy juices running down between your legs.

"Get on your hands and knees and show me that ass!" I command.

"What?" you ask.

I smack your ass again, harder this time.

"On the floor, face down, ass up, now!" I reply.

You comply slowly while I admire the view before me. You push your ass up in the air. Your tits are hanging down, big, full and swollen, like ripe mangoes. Your nipples jut out like pencil erasers. Your lithe body reminds me of a cat. You look so sexy, so feminine and so vulnerable. I move beside you and get on my knees so my hands have complete access to every inch of your body. I take out my cock and rub the bulbous head over your sexy nips. Then I reach behind your and peel your skirt up so I can see those sexy panties I have been picturing in my mind. You are silent and trembling. I give you several more rough smacks on your ass and massage your ass cheeks, scratching them lightly with my fingernails. They are turning pink, which only makes them look sexier. I kiss your ass cheeks and blow on them. The contrast between your inner heat and my cool breath makes you moan again. I reach down to your pussy again and you are drooling fuck juice onto the floor now. I rain more smacks and kisses down on your sexy ass as I alternate playing with your pussy and your ass.

You are still wearing your g-string. You look so fucking hot with your neat little skirt mashed up under your tits and the lacy strip of material tracing down the canyon of your ass crack. I slowly roll off your panties, which are soaked now. I pause, teasing you. I push your panties under your nose.

"See how fucking wet your are," I say

You moan again. I begin fingering your pussy from behind. You reach up with one hand and play with my cock. Your pussy and asshole are shaved and your pink cunt lips are totally coated with your juices.

"Not yet," I say.

I rub my cock head over your tits again and then move behind you. You cannot see me. You are trembling in anticipation and breathing hard. I deliver more smacks to your ass, which is only getting pinker and more sensitive with each blow. Then I kiss and nip your ass cheeks with my teeth. You are panting now. I slide one finger into your cunt. You feel so hot and tight inside. The ring of your cunt muscle sucks at my finger. You moan and shake. I play with your clit and kiss your ass cheeks some more. I brush my face over your ass cheeks and I can feel your heat on my face. I finger your cunt more vigorously now, aiming for your g-spot. I alternate this with rubbing your clit. You are rocking your hips and moaning. You hair moves as it drapes down over your shoulders. You look so fucking sexy right now.

I kiss your ass again moving closer to the hairless ring of your asshole. I tease you getting closer and closer but never touching your asshole with my lips. You are panting and your body begs for release. I tease you some more.

"Such a sexy fucking ass," I say.

You moan unintelligibly in response. I kiss your ass again and then lightly flutter my tongue on the rose bud of your asshole. You shudder like an electric shock has just passed through your body. I move in again and spend a little longer teasing your ass as I continue working your g-spot with my finger. I add another finger and your hot, wet pussy expands to accommodate me. You cunt muscles are squeezing my fingers rhythmically. I sense you are not far away from coming. I work you harder and my tongue burrows its way into your asshole. You are moaning continuously now.

"Fuck me," you whimper.

"Mmm," I groan. But I'm not ready to grant you any release just yet.

I make circles with my fingers against the front wall of your pussy, massaging your g-spot. You are making low guttural animalistic sounds now. I place my lips over the tight muscular ring of your asshole and start sucking and nibbling. I can feel your asshole pulsing as your orgasm approaches. I increase the pressure on your g-spot. Your body moves out of control now. You are bucking against my face trying to get more stimulation as I continue to diddle you and eat your ass. Suddenly you tense and go silent and throw your head back as spasm after spasm grips your body. I can feel your come flowing out of your cunt and down your legs, running into the carpet.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," strange sounds escape your mouth.

You try to twist away from me. The stimulation is too much, but I pin you in place and spank your sexy round ass some more.

"Stop, stop, wait, wait," you beg. However, I am in no mood to take orders from you. I set the pace.

I push my fingers back inside your cunt and immediate start fucking your g-spot again.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you say as your arousal mounts again. I intertwine my fingers in your hair and pull at the roots. The pain immediately mixes with your pleasure and your groan again.

"Fuck me now, please fuck it, fuck," you are talking in tongues.

I never wear underwear. I never saw the point. So it is easy for me to reach down with one hand and free my cock from my pants. I am already oozing pre-cum from my thick meat. I slap my dick against your ass and you respond with more groans.

My girthy cock rubs up against you, driving you crazy with want. I trace my cock over your reddened ass cheeks, over your still-trembling asshole, across your glistening pussy lips, and up and around your clit before teasing at your back door again. I can see my cock bouncing up and down in time with my pulse, which is racing right now. For a moment my cock catches at the entrance to your cunt and I hear you gasp.

I pause for a moment, prolonging your agony and ecstasy, listening to you pant like a thirsty little dog. You squirm against me desperately trying to grind your cunt onto my cock. Reaching down, I flick absentmindedly at your nipple with the lightest of touches. I can feel the tension running through your entire body now. My touch sends a spasm through you and your back arches violently, as you thrust back against my cock. Your hips seem to have a mind of their own, moving in little circles now, begging for me to put you out of you misery.

You are making unintelligible sounds now as you bite your lip and throw your head back with an expression of sheer wanton lust on your face. I continue thrusting against you. With one hand supporting myself by your waist, the other reaching under your and massaging your tits, I move on top of you. My weight presses down on you leaving you nowhere to move. This seems to turn you on more, judging by the animalistic sounds you continue to make. I run my fingertips over your nipples, alternating between feather-light strokes and rough pulling twists. A finger catches on your pierced nipple and you buck against me in a rush of pain and pleasure.

'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,' you groan.

Your eyes are closed now and you teeth clamp down on your bottom lip, drawing blood. Fuck you look sexy right now. The image of the contrast between the blood on your lip and the whites of your lust-filled eyes burns itself into my brain. I wish I had my camera now so you could see how fucking sexy and slutty you look right now.

"Please," you beg, "just give it to me."

At this moment it occurs to me how you have done a complete 180 from the cold, corporate persona to the whimpering cock whore I now see before me. I want to give in and just smash my cock into your drooling cunt, which is more than ready to be fucked, but part of me enjoys the temporary power I have over you. Part of me wants to teach you a lesson.

"Hmmm," I say in mock surprise, grabbing my cock with one hand and running the other up your throat and into your mouth. "Is this what you want?"

You seem to be having trouble forming words at this point and you simply groan and wriggle back against me. I move up towards your mouth and rub my prick up and down your lithe neck, catching beads of your sweat. You lick your lipstick covered lips and open your mouth in anticipation. I present my swollen cock to your mouth. You run your tongue over my hairy balls, nibbling the base of my shaft, trying to tease me. It seems you do have some self control left still.

You purse your lips up and down the ridge that runs under my cock. I grab you by the hair, holding it by the roots, and guide my cock into the hot pouch of your ravenous throat, feeding you the meat you so desperately crave. You gaze up at me as I fuck your face. Your eyes water and little tears run down the sides of your cheeks, smearing your mascara. I didn't think it was possible at this point, but this makes my cock get even harder. You mumble noisily around my cock and have a small orgasm right there. I pull back.

"No, not yet you greedy little slut," I say.

I locate your panties and bring then to my nose and inhale the musky odour of your fuck juice. Then I roll them up in a ball and stuff them into your cunt with two fingers. Your eyes widen at the sudden violation and you are shocked for a moment but you groan again. I manhandle you into a doggie-style position.

"Present yourself," I order.

You arch your back and stick out that sexy ass of yours. I can see the string of your panties hanging out of your cunt. I don't plan to leave them there for long, but it looks so sexy right now. I run my hands up and down your spine, admiring the view. You moan again and make a grab for my cock. I dodge you and deliver a quick slap to your ass. You bow your head in submission, which is exactly the effect that I desire. I reward you by burying my tongue in your tight little shithole. You are clean but there's a hint of earthy flavour that drives me crazy as I assault your ass with my tongue. It's time to go to work.

I alternate between reaming your asshole with my tongue in long stabbing probes and then backing off until my lips are just barely caressing your rosebud. I French-kiss your ass pucker and you respond by mewling with pleasure. I throw in the odd smack just to keep you guessing, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. I wonder to myself if you've even had your asshole stretched out by a nice thick cock. A lot of women I've met claimed they never liked anal play, but they soon changed their minds after I had my wicked way with them.

I pull the globes of your ass apart stretching out asshole like a little pink quivering rabbit nostril and spit into it, getting you moist and ready. Then I slide my index finger past the tight band of muscle that houses your most private place. Your ass offers little resistance, a testament to how turned on your must be. I continue to pump my finger in and out of your tight ass while raining down kisses and nips all over your ass cheeks. I grab a handful of your sweaty hair again and spank you swiftly.

"Tell me you want it," I order.

"Mmmmmmmmmmph," is all you can reply.

"Tell me you fucking want it," I repeat.

"I want..." you struggle.

"Tell me what you fucking want you fucking cocksucker," I raise my voice, getting impatient.

"I want..." you stammer again.

I rain down another series of smacks and your ass wobbles lewdly, your hot ass flesh burns from the shame of this humiliation.

"What do you want?"

"Ughhhhhh..." you moan.

"You want this cock don't you," I tell you. "You want me to take my fucking hard cock and smash it into your cunt and turn you inside out. Don't you?"

"Mmmmmmm", you moan your ascent.

I flip you onto your back on the floor of the elevator and grab the string of you panties still hanging out of your pussy and pull them out. You gasp from the sudden feeling of emptiness in your inside you. I give you no time to recover and, in one deft motion, spear you with the full, fat length and width of my prick. You are dripping wet but the inside of your cunt is tight and grips my cock like a hungry cock sucking mouth of velvet.




Going Up



"See how fucking wet you are on my cock," I say.

I grab your soaked panties and thrust them under your nose so you can smell your musky scent. You inhale deeply and your eyes roll back in your head, lost in the bliss of impending orgasm. I have started a steady pace of shallow thrusts into you tightness so the ridge of my mushroom head works you g-spot insistently. You let out a string of moans.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh," the sounds escape your mouth like they are coming from somewhere far away but deep within you.

I alternate my shallow thrusts with the occasional deep thrust, pushing all the air out of your cunt making sexy fuck sounds. I follow this by withdrawing all of my cock and rubbing my purple cockhead against your clit, which by this point, is standing up straight and proud like a little soldier. Every time I pull out of your cunt the temporary vacuum causes you to shudder.

I keep this pace and pattern of fucking for a few minutes as your cunt opens up to engulf my tool. You pussy fits me like a glove. Now the real fucking can start.

I grab a fistful of your hair and turn your head to one side so that my mouth is pressed against your ear. You whimper helplessly. Then I start to fuck you with quick hard strokes, all the while breathing into your ear.

"You like that cock fucking your tight little cunt?"

"Ummmhmmmm," you mumble.

"You like being fucked by a total stranger on the floor of this elevator, knowing that at any time someone could open the doors and see you on the floor with your legs spread getting the shit fucked out of you. Don't you."

"Ummmph," again.

It was more of a statement than a question, but you reply anyway. I can feel your slick cum covering my balls and dripping onto the floor.

I pull your hair harder by the roots and saw away at your cunt with my tool. Your eyes roll back in their sockets again and you are floating away blissfully on your fuck-cloud. All at once, a huge orgasm takes over you and you instinctively grab me and pull me into you, clawing at my back with your nails. Your fingernails draw blood, but I'm so turned on that I feel no pain, just increased pleasure.

I keep the exact same motion and pace and soon another orgasm is upon you, and another.

You are gasping for breathe desperately, but you can't suck the air in quick enough before my cock knocks the wind out of you again. I'm literally fucking the life out of you. You cum is flowing down over my balls and all over your tight little asshole. I pull out quickly. The feeling of emptiness between your legs makes you moan from frustration and want for satisfaction.

Before you can catch you breath, I line up my cock with your deliciously tight little asshole and start feeding it with my meaty phallus. Your asshole rejects my thickness initially, but I'm not deterred. I haven't come across a girl who hasn't enjoyed being ass-fucked by a nice fat dick. I keep pressing out at your asshole, nudging forward.

"Relax," I say. "Push out like you're trying to take a shit." It takes a few moments for the instructions to register, as I watched your flushed face. You bite down on your lip in concentration and push out. I feel the tight sphincters of your dirty hole give way and my girth slides into you. The engorged head of my cock is now inside your forbidden passage.

I grab both of your hands and our fingers interlock. Your eyes are looking deep into mine, as if to say, "I fucking want you but don't hurt me."

I return your gaze. It's like I can read your mind. "Don't worry babe I got this."

I move slowly side to side and back and forth, loosening your ass up little by little. Your eyes are glazed. The friction is exquisite as I work on your asshole.

"Push out again babe," I say as I apply more forward pressure with my cock.

You grimace slightly, but then I feel your asshole give way and with a surge my whole cock moves into your asshole, until the kinky hairs of my pelvis mingle with the hairs of your cunt.

"Ohhhhh," you moan with pleasure.

"You like that big cock balls deeps in your tight little shithole. Don't you." I say.

You mouth is open, with your thirsty lips parted. Your tongue runs over your lips in reply.

"You sit all day at that desk bored to death with your little computer, but what you really like is to be sodomised by a nice thick cock. Don't you."

"Mmmmmmmm," you muster.

"Don't you!" I bark.

"Yessss," you hiss.

"Yes what?" I demand.

"Ye-", I grab a fistful of your hair again.

"Yes what?" I say again.

"Yesss....sir!!! Oh fuck yes." You whimper.

"Where is my cock?" I hiss.

"Ummmmmm," you moan. My fist tightens, pulling your hair again by the roots and your head jerks back as you gasp.

"Where is my fucking cock?"

"In my...in my...in my ass...it's in my fucking ass," you finally get the words out, like you can't believe your being given the ass-fuck of your life at your place of work, in an elevator by a total stranger.

"Whose ass?" I demand.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh." You moan. You're having trouble forming basic sentences again.

"Whose fucking ass?" I bark again.

"Its yours...take my ass...fuck my ass...please," you beg.

"Please what?"

"Huh?" you are confused.

"Please fucking this worthless, little, pink asshole...what?"

"Sir!" you relent.

"Say it again! Say it right!"

"Please sodomise me in my worthless, tight, little, pink asshole sir!" you coo.

"Mmmmm," I acknowledge. Music to my ears and I'm never one to keep a lady waiting too long.

I start fucking your asshole the way I know you want it, hard, slow and deep.

"Ugh," you grunt with every thrust of my thick hard cock.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh,"

At this point I stop myself from holding back and I just go for it, fucking you with all of my strength. Sweat is pouring off me and onto your sexy tits, running down your stomach and mixing with the juices of our fucking. You are humping forward against me now, meeting my every thrust, trying to get more and more of me inside your ass. All I can think and feel is the sheer pleasure of wailing on your tight little ass. We are just too bodies working together as one, towards the same wet, fantastic culmination.

I bite down on your shoulder as I fuck into you hard. I'm getting close and judging by the sounds you are making, you are headed for one earth-shattering orgasm.

"I'm close," I hiss into your ear, never stopping the rhythmic pounding I'm administering to your sweet ass.

"Mmmmmmm. Do it," you moan, "Do it! Come inside me! I need your seed in my fucking ass!"

This pushes me over the edge and I bellow as I come and squirt rope after rope of my sperm into your battered asshole. This triggers your own climax and the elastic sphincters of your magical shit-box grip my cock and milk my swollen balls. You scream and your cunt actually squirts come all over your tits and stomach. I swear it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

I fall into you totally spent, with both of our bodies still contracting and spasming involuntarily as we come down from our shared orgasm. I can't move at this point so I just continue to hold on.

Our breathing starts to synchronise as we come down from our experience. I'm unaware of how much time passes as I hold you tightly, but nothing in the world matters right now. We are both totally lost in the moment. My chest is pressed against yours. Our breathing slows and slows as I feel my heart rate descend with yours.

Slowly we become aware of our surroundings. I begin to remember where we are. I raise my head and try to orientate myself.

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of clapping and whistling. We both turn around to see the open lift doors and two maintenance guys standing there with ridiculous grins. I have no idea how long they have been watching us, but only one thought enters my mind.

"Fuck it. It was worth it."



Going Up...



This story could be the first of a few episodes, it depends on the reactions I receive for this story. I could tell how we met and got together and so on. Enjoy! This story is my imagination, any semblance to any person is purely a coincidence. I would like to thank Dawn Johnson for taking the time and effort to edit this story.

Going up...

I had been dating Roxann for a couple of weeks now and we were past the 'awkward' phase of getting to know each other and not believing that our feelings were mutual. We had now progressed to the 24/7/365 turned-on phase, wanting to make love every time we saw each other, and ending up in bed with each other almost every time. You know what I mean, that great time before the novelty of her naked body wears off.

Anyway, I had arranged a surprise for her: a romantic weekend at a hotel in the capital. I spilt the beans the day before we were leaving, to give her time to pack some ... 'appropriate' items, shall we say.

So on the day of our weekend together, I drove over to her apartment building to pick her up. I parked the car and walked over to her front door, rang the bell and waited for her to open up. After a few moments I heard heels clicking over the wooden floor in her apartment towards the front door. To be honest, I was hoping for her to wear heels of some kind, she had great legs. But what I saw when she opened the door just blew me away.

Roxann was a petite woman, between 5'4'' and 5'6'' I'd guess. She had dark, burgundy red, curly hair till just above her shoulders and piercing blue eyes, eyes that could smoulder with lust or be as cold as ice. She had cute freckles that lined her nose, and when she laughed her nose wrinkled up in a cute way as well. The freckles showed very clearly on her otherwise ivory skin. She was an all-natural girl, did not like wearing too much make-up, and did not need it either. Since she was an active girl, she had a toned body, not too muscular but lean and supple. She had small, firm breasts, about a size B, and the nipples were small and pink with tiny areolas. Her nipples were like little pebbles sitting on her breasts when she was turned on and very sensitive. Despite being petite, she had long, toned legs and nice tight buttocks.

Not only did Roxann have great looks and a great body, but she dressed herself a lot better than I was used to with other women. Since she worked at a law firm, she had to be dressed the part for the office. But outside the office she did the same as well. What would you expect for Roxann to be wearing on a normal day off? Jeans and a sweatshirt? Nope, this lady put on a midlength skirt, kitten heels and a thin jersey, all top-quality and chosen with care, to emphasize her natural beauty. The skirt's hemline would sit at just the right height; the jersey would follow the contour of her upper body just so, everything was well thought out and coordinated to show herself off in a classy, sophisticated, elegant and still very sexy way. So, for this weekend I was looking forward to seeing more of her tasteful choices in clothing. But nothing had prepared me for when she opened the door.

She opened the door a bit, looked around it and then opened the door fully for me, but concealed her body behind the door. I walked in as she closed the door behind me.

"What do you think?"

I turned around and saw Roxann beaming, proud of what she had chosen and fully knowing that I very much appreciated her tastes. She took a step away from the front door she was leaning against and did a little slow twirl to show herself off. Either she was a mind-reader or she started to understand what I liked to see her wear: smooth, soft, shiny fabrics like silk and satin, made into dresses, skirts and tops which are elegant and sexy. She really amazed me this time.

She was wearing a summery green wrap dress, with tight short sleeves stopping just below her elbow. The dress was made of natural silk, with a hemline which was just an inch or two above her knee, making it elegant instead of racy. A sash knotted around her waist kept the dress closed; as she twirled around the hem of the dress lifted a bit, showing off more of her legs, with a flash of her thighs. The top of the dress had a V-neck, both in front and back, deep enough to hint at the swell of her breasts which continued under the fabric, giving her modest breasts a bit of cleavage. Thanks to the V-neck at the back, it was not possible to wear a bra under that dress, making it even more seductive to me. The silky fabric was clinging to her body in the right places around her legs, butt and breasts, but again just enough to make it sexy and elegant instead of racy. It left enough to the imagination of what her body would look like under that dress. Roxann had completed her look with high-heeled boots, combined with skin-coloured pantyhose that had a slight sheen. The boots were something new for me, but I instantly liked them, very much... Roxann had decided to wear black boots, from Jimmy Choo. They were nearly knee high, and fitted her legs like a glove, with the shaft of the boot forming itself around her ankle and seamlessly encasing her calves. They had a high, stiletto heel, about four inches high. The boots were smooth, no crease or seam was visible. They gave her a very sexy and powerful look, not what I was used to with happy-go-lucky Roxann. She was so seductive now, so calculatedly sexy. I felt a stirring in my groin, as my brain had started to understand what it was seeing.

"Eh...", that was it, I just didn't know what to say.

"That good, huh?" she said while she looked me straight in the eye, gauging my reaction to her appearance.

I only nodded in approval. She laughed and took a step in my direction, raising her arms to embrace me. I took her in my arms and inhaled the lovely smell of her washed hair, combined with her lovely perfume. Feeling her warm body pressed against mine, I felt my crotch stir again, a bit stronger now. I cannot try to describe how wonderful the dress felt as well, the cool silk over sliding over her naked, warm skin, with a very soft swishing sound - a promise of the heated night to come? As we kissed, my right hand started to slide down her back over the fabric, heading down to her behind. At the same time I opened my mouth as I kissed her, wanting to let my tongue slip into her mouth. I now definitely was starting to get an erection and began to hope for something more than a kiss before we left, just to keep me going for the trip. Roxann then surprised me by resolutely taking my right hand away and took a step back, breaking off our kiss. She then crossed her arms, looking at me. I felt a bit awkward, standing there with my arms still up in an embrace, and a semi-erection in my trousers.

"What, what did I do?" I asked, surprised and a bit startled.

"Well, we are going to do things differently today," she said as she put her hands on her hips, looking defiant and inviting at the same time. "You will do as I say, keep your hands to yourself, and I will promise you a weekend of utter bliss and filthy sex. But," she raised a finger at me, "step out of line, touch me when I don't give you my okay, look at me without me letting you, anything like that, you can take me home and forget the weekend!"

"But, Roxann, what did I do?" I pleaded.

What had happened? I thought she was very easy-going and would jump in bed with me at the slightest possibility. This stern attitude was totally unexpected!

"You are going to have to control yourself. I promise you, you are not going to regret it, but you have to follow the rules I lay down."

"But," I took a step forward, but she backed up and raised her finger again.

"Just stop there. Step back and you will have a weekend of bliss, step forward and you can keep walking through that door."

Man, she was serious! I backed up, raised my hands, "OK. I give, what do you want me to do?"

"What do you think? Get driving, of course, time's a wastin'! " Incredibly, she winked at me, the tease. "Get that suitcase, would you?" she gestured and turned around, opened the door and walked out.

I felt like her personal slave now and a bit miffed as well. What was she thinking? Anyway, a promise is a promise and I intended to keep her to that promise, I'll play by her rules, for now. I grunted and picked up her case and followed her, closing the door behind me. As I got outside, Roxann was already standing by the car, sunglasses on, enjoying the spring sunshine. I popped the boot and put her case in there, as she got in the car, sitting sideways and letting her legs still sit in the sunshine, feet on the pavement. I closed the boot and walked over to her side to close the door. Roxann had seen me coming obviously, because as I reached for the door I looked in at Roxann and she slowly pulled up her left leg first and followed it by her right leg, letting her dress ride up and showing off her lovely thighs. I gaped at her legs, she smiled and slowly covered her legs again, agonizingly slow, even. She laughed as I just stood there, then reached over to grab the door, blew me a kiss, and closed the door.

I just walked over to my side of the car, not knowing what to do with the situation, other than go with it, and see what happens. I got in, and put my key in the ignition. I looked over at Roxann and she ignored me, arm propped on the windowsill, hand under her chin, staring off into the distance. I shrugged my shoulders and started the car, looked to see when there was no traffic and drove off. Roxann turned the radio on, found a station she liked and turned the volume up a bit.

Still wondering about what the day was turning out to be like, I headed for the highway. At the last stop before getting on the highway, Roxann turned the radio down, took off her shades and said as I looked aside.

"Don't worry, I still love you, whatever happens. But think of this as ... a little game. Play along and enjoy."

"Ok, I will, but you had me worried for a moment though."

"I could tell, that is why I said that just now," she acknowledged, with a loving smile this time. The light turned green, she sat back, turned the volume back up, put on her shades and relaxed. I drove onto the highway and prepared myself for the hour-long drive. A nice quiet one, I thought. Boy, was I wrong.

After about five minutes on the highway, I sneaked a peak at Roxann, just to enjoy the view. Sunlight fell through her passenger window, on her legs. Her pantyhose shimmered softly in the light. In a turn, Roxann shifted a bit in her seat, I swear I could almost hear her pantyhosed legs rubbing together, the nylon whispering, beckoning me to touch it. I thought Roxann did not seem to be noticing me. But she suddenly spoke up:

"Enjoying the view, aren't you?"

Caught, my cheeks turned red and I riveted my eyes to the road:

"Me? Naa, just driving."

"You could have fooled me, handsome," she said, then took my right hand off the steering wheel and laid it on her knee, "here, don't you like that feeling? The nylon caressing my skin? I bet you do..." I dared not move my hand, not wanting to spoil my chances, but Roxann took care of that as well. "Wait, you'll feel it better this way, " and guided my hand, letting it slide over the top of her left knee, not much more than that. But that feeling, that slick, gliding sensation of my hand going over that fabric, felt wonderful to me. I was just hoping to feel more later. I kept my eyes riveted to the road, but Roxann was watching me, gauging me. Seeing that I liked that feeling, I think she decided to take it a bit further. She leaned back a bit in her seat and spread her legs, just a bit. "Keep your eyes in front," she ordered, and at the same time let my right hand slide from the top of her left knee, to between her knees, just below her left thigh, and let my hand caress her lower thigh, just beyond the hem of her dress. Her thigh was warm, silky smooth and firm and I was loving the feeling, of having my hand there, like it was the first time I had ever touched her there. She gave a soft sigh as she guided my hand up and down over her thigh, and I felt a familiar stirring in my trousers. I shifted a bit in my seat, to get it more comfortable. "Mmm... so you like that as well, I see?"

"Eh, yes...yes, I do, very much."

"Let's see how you handle a bit more then..."

Roxann then took my hand further up her leg, where I felt my fingers barely brush her crotch, not more than that, as she rubbed my hand over her inner thigh, using my fingers to knead her flesh. Roxann leaned her head back against the headrest and relaxed under my hand, as I tried to concentrate on steering the car. A quick glance to the side, and I saw that Roxann was now getting aroused; her mouth was slightly open, eyes closed, and her nipples were hard, straining against the silk of her dress. I could see the bulge of my hand under her dress, between her legs, with her hand on top of mine, moving it, letting my fingers caress her nylon-clad legs. I started getting really turned on myself, with a noticeable bulge growing in my trousers, which made it difficult to sit comfortably. Roxann opened her eyes, and saw me straining to get comfortable with that bulge. To my disappointment, she took my hand from under her skirt and put it back on the wheel.

I looked over to her, only to be put back in my place: "Who said you could look over at me? Keep your eyes on the road!" I did as I was told, as Roxann shifted in her seat. She then startled me, by whispering in my ear. She was so close that her breath tickled my ear, and it smelt sweet and summery.

"Someone is in a good mood," she whispered appreciatively as I felt her hand on my right leg, near the bulge.

"Maybe I should check if he is OK," and I felt her finger starting to trace the outline of my bulge, then glide over my erection, letting her nail scratch the course fabric of my jeans, creating a wonderful vibration for my manhood, which made me even more desperate. I couldn't help it; a small whimper escaped my mouth as she teased me.

"Oh, don't you like that?" she teased me and did it again and again, tracing the bulge, rubbing it, kneading it, teasing me for all she was worth.

I had a full blown erection now, throbbing and frustrated, getting teased but not being able to do anything about it. Thankfully I saw that we were approaching the off-ramp to our final destination. Roxann must have noticed it as well, as she stopped, pecked me on the cheek and settled back in her seat, leaving me with a painful bulge, frustrated, and as turned-on as I had never been, hoping to make it to the room without any major embarrassment.

We reached the hotel, parked the car in front, and I gingerly got out of the car. Roxann got out at the same time and I saw a familiar twinkle in her eye, the twinkle that said she was enjoying herself, was hot and ready to go. This twinkle was always a turn-on for me as well, because we always ended up in bed shortly after I saw it in her eye.

The valet looked suspiciously at me as I groaned when I straightened up, my erection straining against the fabric, then walked a bit bow-legged to the boot to get it open. "Sports injury, " I half-joked to the valet, who clearly did not believe me and handed the suitcase to the bellboy before driving off with the car as I followed the bellboy inside.

Roxann led the way, her heels clicking over the marble floor, giving me a nice view of her legs as I followed. I saw some male guests eyeing her, then me, jealous of my luck with her. I approached the desk, Roxann came standing next to me and wrapped her arm around my waist and laid her head on my shoulder, making us look like just another cute couple, innocent enough you would say. But as I checked us in, Roxann surprised me by kissing me on my neck just below my ear, as the receptionist entered my credit card number in the computer and was staring at the screen. Her timing was impeccable; she stopped just as the receptionist looked up again. I tried to look innocent enough, not like someone who was having the hardest erection he ever had and a girlfriend who teased him at every opportunity.

As the receptionist got the key from the other desk and looked away, Roxann gingerly took my earlobe in her mouth, between her teeth and gave it a subtle nibble. She knew all the tricks to get me worked up, and was making full use of them. I was struggling now, really struggling; I was hoping the torture would end soon, one way or the other. Roxann was also struggling I saw, with red cheeks, hard nipples and breathing a bit deeper than usual. I could imagine smelling her arousal now, with a moist patch forming in her panties, waiting and wanting.

Finally, the check-in was done. A bellboy approached to take our luggage to our room. Roxann excused herself and disappeared. I waited for her to return as I saw the bellboy taking the elevator up to our floor, leaving me with our room key.

Just as sudden as she had disappeared, the familiar clicking of Roxann's boots announced her arrival and I enjoyed another show of hers as she paraded over the lobby floor towards me, hips swaying, breasts gently jiggling in her dress, a seductive smile playing on her mouth and eyes full of fire and mischief as she walked over to me. Then and there, I felt love and lust, all at the same time, running through me.

As she joined me, she wrapped her arm around my waist, pressing her body against mine as the elevator door opened. Roxann looked aside at me as we stepped into the elevator, still with that smile. The door closed behind us, and I pressed the floor we were going to. Still nursing my erection, hoping it would fade soon, I went to the back of the elevator and leaned against the handrail. Roxann lingered at the front of the elevator near the controls. As the elevator got in motion, Roxann's hand went to the controls. She gave me a wicked grin and pressed the emergency stop button and as the elevator juddered to a halt, stepped up to me, wrapped her arms around me, pressed her body against me and said one word, breathlessly: "Now."

I wrapped my arms around her waist as our mouths finally found each other, letting my tongue play with hers, as it flitted in my mouth, tasting sweet, as only she can taste. Roxann must have had a tough time as well, controlling herself, as our teeth bumped into each other, she was so eager to finally give in to that feeling of lust. I let my hands wander over her back, again luxuriating in that wonderful feel of cool silk sliding over her skin, as my right hand slid to her buttocks and the other slid forward, delicately cupped her breast, felt the weight in my hand, the warmth radiating through the silk. I gently kneaded it, making her moan in my mouth. As my thumb then gently rubbed her hard nipple, she shuddered with pleasure. Roxann's hand went down and forwards, finding my belt buckle. My bulging erection was about to be freed by her lovely hands. First the buckle, then the top button, then she undid the fly. A great pressure was lifted, as my erection sprang forward, only covered by my boxers. My trousers slid down my legs. Roxann then went on her knees in front of me, helped me with my shoes, socks, and trousers, quickly getting them out of the way.

She then knelt before me and slowly removed my now moist boxers, gently, caringly. She kept looking up at me as I looked down, down into her eyes and the cleavage of her dress, marvelling at the fact that this was happening. My throbbing, almost painful, erection was freed finally, as she removed the boxer, and it stood proud in front of me, pointing up at Roxann. It felt as if all my sexual energy, all the pent-up frustration of the drive here was concentrated in the purple tip, straining to be released.

Still kneeling in front of me, Roxann placed her hands on my thighs and lightly kissed the tip, as her hands slid up to my balls. She cupped my balls with one hand and let her other hand slide lightly from the base to the tip over the length of my erection. As she reached the end, she planted her lips on the tip and pushed her head forward, letting the tip of my erection force her lips apart. As I laid my hands on her head, my hard member slid into her mouth. Her mouth followed her hand down to the base. She then reversed that motion, sucking as she went back to the tip, letting it pop out of her mouth. She then repeated the same cycle, agonizingly slow and wonderful at the same time.




Going Up...



I could not take too much of this torture, as I had already been good and ready half an hour ago. I wanted to return the favour and also have my way with her. I took my hands off her head, and reached down, lifting her up. As she got to her feet, I slid my arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor and taking a step forward, towards the corner of the elevator. I set her on the junction of the handrails, so she could sit on them. I lifted one of her legs and set it against the rail, supporting it, and giving me access at the same time. Roxann hung on to the rail and lay back, head relaxing against the wall as I knelt down in front of her. I let my hands slide up her legs, under the hem of her dress, shifting it aside a bit. I placed my mouth on her calf, just above the edge of the boot, and licked her pantyhose, tracing my way up. Roxann moaned as I worked my way up, licking and stroking her legs at the same time. I felt her place her hands on my hand as I neared her crotch. I could smell her now, her sweet, earthy smell that I so loved.

Roxann had one final surprise for me as I reached her crotch: she was wearing a lovely pair of red satin panties. Nothing lace, not a string or thong but red satin panties, moist in front, but still shiny, smooth and soft. I sat still for a moment, admiring the beauty of those panties, covering her treasure, so perfectly formed. These panties were still covered by pantyhose. As my tongue reached her panties, I licked the moist patch, making Roxann groan. She laid her hands on my head and pushed my head into her crotch, as she ground it against my tongue. I felt she was ready and I wanted her very badly.

My hands went to her crotch and I took her pantyhose between my teeth. With a short, sharp tug, I ripped her pantyhose and created enough room to get to where I wanted to be. Roxann gasped as she felt me rip her pantyhose. My tongue could now lick her panties. I gave it a few licks, and then let my finger caress the moist patch, feeling her warmth from under the silky, smooth, soft fabric. I hooked a finger under the panties and pulled them to the side, revealing her treasure. She had shaved, fully prepared for this weekend. I let my tongue explore her moistness, letting it slide between her lips, over her clit and into her. Roxann guided me with her hands, spreading her legs even more, urging me to go on. Seeing her this way, I wanted her now. I stood up in front of her, and got between her legs. I set the tip of my erection against her lips, at the verge of entry. Roxann gazed intensely into my eyes, laid an arm around me and pushed forward, letting me slide into her. As I did, we both gave a guttural moan, finally being able to release the tension which had been building up between us the whole time.

She then lifted herself off the rail, as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. She felt incredible, tight, warm, moist, totally enveloping my erection. Her muscles contracted as I started moving inside her, counteracting my movements, creating the most incredible friction. I let my hands glide over her back, enjoying everything, every sense alive: the silk dress under my hands, her nylon-clad legs around my waist, the view of us in the mirror, as Roxann was wrapped around me. Our movements became more urgent, the tension in our bellies building to a crescendo.

Roxann panted in my ear, urging me on, "Please..."

I then felt the ball of fire, starting in my balls, shooting up and out, into Roxann. At the same time, she arched her back and clenched my erection, reaching her orgasm. As I felt my orgasm crashing over me, wave after wave, filling Roxann, she sank her nails into my back as she rode her own waves of bliss. She looked so beautiful. I was so happy to call her mine.

As the sensations subsided, Roxann regained her senses and looked at me, her blue eyes now soft and loving. We kissed, and then I set her gently back on the handrail. There was one more wonderful moment as my fading erection slid out of her -- once more that wonderful friction, then it was over. Roxann set her heels back on the floor and slid off the rail as I tried to regain my composure. Her dress slid down by itself, hiding the hole in her pantyhose, making her look pristine. She gave me a loving kiss, and then helped me collect my clothes. Not one word was said; it was not necessary.

When I was clothed, Roxann released the elevator, which continued its journey up. We arrived at the floor, and quickly ran out, avoiding the looks of the group of people waiting, looking puzzled at us. Roxann had my hand and was leading us to our room, where the bellboy was waiting. I loved her look; you wouldn't be able to tell what had taken place in that elevator, or that she had a hole in her pantyhose. As the bellboy went in with our luggage, I stood behind her, slipped my arm around her waist and kissed her on her neck.

"Thank you. I did not expect that for this weekend, and it was very much more than I expected!" I whispered in her ear

"But remember, the weekend has just begun," she said as she looked over her shoulder, winked with a coy smile and walked into the room.

What happened after that is another story...