0 comments/ 90691 views/ 4 favorites In The Elevator By: HornballPiglet It had not been a good day for the pizza delivery girl. She'd already done her stairmaster for the day and more, having climbed maybe ten flights total in those motels with no elevator, and these people were being very stingy with their tips today. And to top it all off, she hadn't gotten laid in weeks. One of the perks of delivering in a beach resort town is that you get to check out hundreds of beautiful, barely clothed people every day. She would pass them in her car and think "doable, doable, throw downable, totally fuckable." But it was very frustrating, look but don't touch. Ground level of a tall hotel, she and half a dozen vacationers stood waiting for the elevator. It was mid-June, which meant there were a lot of high school graduates in town, which meant there were a lot of fresh young bodies to gawk at. The doors opened and she, the elderly couple, and a group of four teenage boys got on the elevator. She wasn't sure if her efforts to make it look like she wasn't staring ever paid off. Two of the guys were definitely fuckable, one was probably a jock, but the other had this natural muscular build bordering on flabby, and a cute face, and she let her mind fill in the aspects that were hidden under his soaking wet swim trunks. The elevator stopped at the second floor, the old couple got off and a young lady got on. She was wearing a blue bikini top and matching swim skirt, and she'd gotten a lot of sun this trip, her hair was naturally bleached and her flawless skin was very tan. The pizza girl forgot all about the guys. She was obviously staring but really didn't care, face, arms, c-sized perky tits (she did make an effort not to lick her lips at this point), firm stomach, round hips, grab-able ass, beautiful legs, and back up again. She pressed the button for the 14th floor. The boys got off at the 5th floor, and looked a little sad as they left the elevator. Now it was just the beach beauty and the pizza girl. The pizza girl was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and felt seriously overdressed. All day driving past the coast and those skimpily clad tourists, sometimes she just wanted to park somewhere, throw off all her clothes and let the ocean swallow her up. But unfortunately that wouldn't pay the bills. "Smells good," the beauty said, and she gave a little smile that totally melted the pizza girl. She nodded in agreement. "I haven't eaten all day," she replied, wondering if the beauty would catch the double meaning. Sixth floor, seventh, the pizza girl was waiting for the 12th. But wouldn't you know it, the elevator stopped at the 8th. But then the doors didn't open. The girls looked at each other strangely, and the pizza girl tried pushing the door open button, nothing. In actuality they were stopped between the 7th and 8th floors, but the digital counter inside already said 8. "Should we try the call button?" the beauty asked. The pizza girl pressed it and soon there was a crackily voice coming through. "We're stuck in the elevator," the pizza girl said into the speaker. The reply was very garbled, but sounded close to "we didn't realize anyone was in the elevator, we've stopped it for maintainance, it's something that once the technicians start in on it they can't stop, so it may be an hour or more before we can get you out, we're very sorry." "Dammit," the pizza girl spat, thinking the people up on the 12th floor weren't going to like their pizza cold and weren't going to tip her much, but then she looked over at the girl, leaning against the back of the elevator, equally dismayed by the delay, and thought to herself "at least there's a good view." Ten minutes, and even with the air conditioner it was really warm in the tiny enclosed space. The girl removed her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the matching blue bikini bottom. "Too bad I'm not wearing my bathing suit, I wish I could do that," the pizza girl said. "I probably got a little heat stroke, it's so hot in here," the beauty said. "That it is," the pizza girl said, staring again. "If you want to take your shirt off, that'd be okay, not like you have anything I haven't seen," the beauty said. The pizza girl's shirt was on the floor in a second, revealing her own, slightly larger c-cup breasts confined in a purple lace bra. After a few minutes of continuing to swelter, the girl suggested she remove her shorts as well. The pizza girl asked if she was sure and told her she wasn't wearing normal brief underwear, but the beach beauty said it was alright, that she thought it was getting hotter. The pizza girl slid out of her shorts, now only standing in her matching purple lace thong. "Interesting," the beauty said, "you wear a thong to deliver pizza?" "Gotta feel sexy somehow doing a butch job like this," the pizza girl shurgged. The beauty giggled. A few more minutes went by, and the pizza girl could see the sweat collecting on the girl's tan skin. The beauty tried fanning herself with her hand, but it made her arm tired before it cooled her off. The pizza girl stepped closer and took her fanning arm, held it out and genly blew on it. The sweat dried and a few goose bumps appeared, and the girl put her head back against the wall and said "mmm, that feels good. Do my other arm." The pizza girl took her other arm and blew on it, starting at her fingertips and working her way up, past her elbow, to her shoulder. She moved onto the girl's neck, and she tilted her head back further, closed her eyes and sighed. How the pizza girl wanted to suck on her neck just then, but she kept blowing, moving the stream of cool air around to the other side, then down to her chest. She blew on each breast and into the girl's cleavage. The girl still had her eyes closed and was moaning ever so slightly. The pizza girl moved down to her perfect stomach, sinking to her knees in front of the beauty as she blew past her belly button. She hooked her fingers under the strap of the bottoms and pulled them down around her hips so she could blow under them too. She blew all around the girl's lower stomach, and the girl moaned more and breathed, "take them all the way off." The pizza girl was surprised, but excitedly took them off. The girl had no tan line, and her trimmed hairs were the same bleached blonde as on her head. She blew into the small crack that led to her treasure, and must have hit something because the girl let out a sharp gasp and bucked her hips towards the pizza girl's face. The pizza girl inhaled to blow again and could smell that the girl was wet, not from sweat or the ocean either. She blew, and the girl spread her legs so that the stream of cool air would hit her clit, and she moaned louder than she had been. The pizza girl stuck out her tongue and flicked the girl's already hard clit, flicked it over and over, listening as the girl's cries grew louder and more erotic. She clamped her mouth around it and began sucking gently, moving her head to keep it in place as the beach beauty moved her hips. The pizza girl lapped at the juices that were freeflowing down her chin, her tongue slipping into the folds of the girl's sweet slit. She glanced up to see the beauty playing with her now exposed breasts, pinching each nipple to keep it erect. A steady stream of volumous moaning came from her lips as the pizza girl buried her face fully in the girl's pussy, working relentlessly to please her. She nearly suffocated as the girl humped her face, and nearly drowned as she came in a massive explosion that shook the elevator. The beauty stood trying to support herself on the wall with one hand, still clutching her breast in the other, panting and moaning as the aftershocks of her orgasm shot through her. The pizza girl licked her lips clean and looked up at the beautiful girl's blissful expression. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at the girl knelt before her. She smiled and said slyly, "now it's your turn, pizza girl." She brought one of her slender legs up, put her foot to the pizza girl's shoulder and forcefully kicked her backwards. The pizza girl spun on her knees and landed on her hands. Now on all fours, she looked over her shoulder at the beauty questioningly. The girl was positioning herself behind her, getting the full view of the pizza girl's ass. She leaned over her, reaching one hand far underneath to massage the pizza girl's tits, the other hand working locally, her fingers reaching underneath the thong and rubbing her equally swollen clit lightly. She kept her touch light, teasing the poor pizza girl, even when she thrust towards the girl's hand, even when her juices dripped between her legs onto the elevator floor. The pizza girl moaned in pleasure and frustration, almost whimpering as she asked for more. The beauty kept her touch light, and the pizza girl pleaded, nearly screaming as she begged for it. She loved hearing her beg, seeing her nearly in tears from the need for sexual release. She brough her hand back from the pizza girl's chest and held onto her hip instead, and began slowly giving her sopping wet pussy more and more attention. She lengthened her index finger and slid it over her clit and opening at the same time. She drew little circles around her swelled clit and lips, sliding her finger every now and again deep inside the girl's pussy. The pizza girl was crying and screaming now in total ecstasy. Her cries of yes and profanities resonated off the elevator walls. The beauty now had her first two fingers buried in the girl's cunt, and was slowly working her thumb into her ass. Once it was in past the knuckle she began moving her hand back and forth in a see-saw motion, fingering her pussy and her ass alternately. Soon all the pizza girl's muscles clamped hard around her hand, and the girl let out a last, ear shattering cry, and nearly passed out from the pleasure. The girl removed her fingers and brought them to the pizza girl's lips to be licked clean. She moved close and kissed her, biting the girl's lips and sucking her tongue into her mouth. She whispered into the pizza girl's ear, "got any leftovers, because I want more." The pizza girl laid her down on her back and positioned her own pussy over the girl's mouth. The girl began to lick her, but before the pizza girl started in on her she reached into her delivery bag and took out the side of pizza sauce the customer had ordered. Before she could get lost in what the girl was doing to her, she poured the still warm sauce over the beauty's pussy. The beauty gasped, it wasn't the sensation she was expecting but it felt good just the same. She continued as the pizza girl began to lick the sauce off the girl, making sure to get any that had accidently slipped inside the girl's hole. The beauty licked and chewed, and the pizza girl sucked on her clit as she added a finger. They worked on each other diligently, each utterning muffled moans through the other's juices. Finally they came together, their moans harmonizing and flowing down the elevator shaft to the bewildered ears of the repairmen. A crackily voice sounded from the speaker, something like "we should have this thing moving any minute now." The girls barely heard it, they were still one on top of the other, recovering. The elevator did start to move again, 9th, 10th. The pizza girl looked down at the beach beauty's expression, and could tell she still wanted a third helping. Eleventh floor, and the pizza girl reached up and pressed the emergency stop button. In The Elevator This is the third story from FT and I. If you are tuning in late, I compose these stories for her, and she keeps her webcam on for me. Please send us some feedback to let us know what you think. You are getting a true look at our private life. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed composing it. If it helps you, imagine seeing what I see while I write them. Enjoy! ****************************** I was working late again. They had been upgrading the computer systems in the building, and for some reason, the service elevator wasn't working. I wheeled the maintenance cart through the lobby of the darkened office building. The lobby was empty, except for a single security guard, who didn't even look up from his magazine as I coasted through. Normally, we can't take the carts up the main elevators. It doesn't look good for potential clients to see us lowly janitors, oh, sorry, maintenance engineers, wheeling their carts around. The building still had to be cleaned, so I had to take the main elevator. As I waited for the car, I heard the sound of heels clicking on the marble floor in the lobby. "Good evening, Ms Ericson." came the suddenly alert voice of the security guard in the lobby. "Working late?" "Teleconference with Moscow tonight, Billy," was the rich, deep alto response. Shit! Sophia Ericson, executive vice president of Laif Industries, came click clopping around the corner toward the bank of elevators. Her eyebrows rose as she saw me. As luck would have it, the elevator arrived at exactly that moment, cheerfully pinging as the doors slid open. Ms Ericson strode purposefully toward the open elevator. "Are you supposed to be here?" She demanded, somehow looking down her nose at me, despite being almost ten inches shorter than my own six foot two. "Maintenance elevator's broken, Ma'am." I said, not making eye contact. "Gotta clean." She stood there for a second, probably just to make me sweat a little, and then said "Well, I guess we can make an exception this time, in that case." Rumor had it that she was the reason we had to hump the carts down to the loading dock in the first place. She strode confidently into the elevator, and turned and looked at me expectantly. "Well?" she said. "Aren't you going to get in?" "I'll wait for the next car." I said. This woman could fire me in a second, on a whim. I wanted to be as far beneath her notice as I could. "Bullshit." She said. "You'll get to work right now. You won't be hanging around down here goofing off. Now, get in." Obediently, I wheeled the bulky cart into the elevator car, trying not to be too noticeable. The elevator gave little sensation of movement as it started upward. I had a second to look around. This elevator was all chrome steel and mirrors. I was careful not to look at Ms Ericson as we shot upward toward executiveland. At about floor fifteen, the lights flickered briefly, and at the forty fifth floor, the elevator gave a distinctly un executive like lurch. Then lights went out. The dim red of the emergency lights flickered on. "Shit." Ms Ericson said "What the fuck did you do?" She demanded. "Nothing, ma'am." I said. I was sure to lose my job over this one. "I didn't even press a button." "Bullshit," She said. Her voice had a kind of shrill sound, and she was obviously angry. "You assholes are always breaking something, so you can get out of work." "No, Ma'am." I said desperately, "The techs are working with the power system tonight. That's why the maintenance elevator isn't working." "OK, blame somebody else," She said. Her voice was definitely rising in pitch. "But I will see that somebody pays for it." I started digging into the cart for the flashlight. "What are you doing?" She shouted. "Just getting a flashlight, Ma'am. I have one in the cart, I think." "Oh." She said. Her breathing was getting ragged. "I guess that's ok." I jammed the flashlight into a space on the top of the crowded cart, its light pointed at the ceiling. In the light, it was clear that something unpleasant was going on with Sophia Ericson. Her cheeks were red. She was visibly sweating, despite the cool temperature of the car, and her eyes flicked back and forth around the spacious elevator. With the increased lighting, she seemed to calm a little. "Are you ok, Ms Ericson?" I asked. "I just don't like closed spaces very much." She said. I wanted to sit down, but I damned well wasn't going to do it before she did. I looked at my watch. I had been supposed to go off shift an hour ago, and now it looked like I was going to be here for a while more. An idea struck me. "Ms Ericson? Don't you have a phone? Couldn't you call somebody?" I asked. "Good idea," She said. "Um," she began, for the first time seeming a little unsure of herself. "I don't know your name." I had deliberately not told her. "I'm Jake, Ma'am." I said. She set her briefcase on top of my cart, and extracted a tiny cell phone. Still breathing heavily, she turned it on, and waited a second. "No signal? How the fuck to I have no signal?" She said. "This is a seven hundred dollar phone." She reached back as if to throw the phone at the wall, and, like an idiot, I grabbed her hand. "Ma'am, we might need that phone later, and we certainly don't want to be stuck in here with a bunch of broken glass." But she wasn't hearing anything. "Don't you tell me what to do," she shrieked, turning as if to throw the phone at me. "I don't even notice people like you!" But she put the phone in her pocket. Face red, she started to pace. The elevator was big enough for her to get five or six steps before she had to turn around. Click, click, click. For the first time, I allowed myself to notice her outfit. A smart, crisp black business skirt and jacket, with a crisp, starched cotton blouse. Very expensive looking heels completed the outfit. Click, click, click. For almost twenty minutes, she paced back and forth, heels clicking, panting. "Is it getting hot in here?" She asked. Her head whipped back and forth as her eyes kept searching for a way to escape. Her red hair hung down across her face. Still wanting to sit down, I replied "Yes, Ma'am. Air conditioning is out." "How long do you think it will take them to find us?" She asked. She was getting more and more agitated by the second. "Well, Ma'am, I have no clue. Does anybody know to look for us?" I asked. I knew that they wouldn't look for me, but I assumed that they would look for her. "Billy, the night guard." She said. "He would look for us." She was grasping at straws. Her eyes were glassy, and she couldn't seem to focus on anything for long. "Probably not, Ma'am. Those of us downstairs don't mess with the upstairs people much." "So, at the latest, we will be found on Monday," I reassured her. Perhaps if I calmed her down, I would manage to keep my job. "Monday!" She declared, whirling around. "Fucking Monday!" She rushed to the doors, trying to pull them with her fingers. She seemed to lose her little remaining composure while she wrenched at the heavy security doors. I winced as I saw her break a beautifully sculpted nail. She was obviously in a panic. Damn, I'm an idiot, but she was going to hurt herself. I grabbed her by the wrists, pulling them away from the door. She turned, completely lost now, and started slamming her tiny fists against my chest and face. I have been hit harder by twelve year olds, but something in me just snapped at that point. I guess I didn't care enough about that job anyway. So I lashed out with my right hand and slapped her. I hadn't really intended to hit her very hard, but she flew back against the elevator door and bounced back against me, tottering off those heels as she did so. I could smell her. That was what did it, in the end, I could smell her. She smelled of perfume, expensive shampoo, cosmetics, sweat, and panic. God, I was so stupid. I reached up with my left hand, and grabbed her by the hair. I roughly pushed my lips down onto hers, kissing her roughly. Inexplicably, she kissed me back. She kissed me hungrily, passionately, and deeply. Her tongue forced itself into mine with a desperation that shocked me. Her arms went around me, her chest pressing into my stomach, and I felt her pelvis start to grind into my leg. I didn't have a clue what was going on in her head, and I didn't care. I kissed her more forcefully, as her hands found the zipper at the front of my coveralls. She unzipped it in a single, desperate movement, and her hands were inside, pressing against my t shirt. Feeling, probing. I found the buttons on the front of her business suit. Yanking it open, she pulled her hands out from inside my coverall to get the jacket off. I was fumbling with the buttons on her starched blouse, when she simply reached down and ripped it open, buttons flying everywhere. She never broke the kiss. The blouse joined the jacket on the floor. She pulled the coverall off my shoulders, yanking it down my body. She was trying to pull it off, over my shoes. She made a little grunt of frustration, and I toed the shoes off, leaving me in my cut offs and t shirt. I recovered my grasp on her hair, and pulled her back up toward me. She kissed me again, just as desperately as before. Her hands were roaming again, running down the front of my chest, across my stomach, and down to rub my throbbing cock through the front of my shorts. I hadn't been this hard in years. Grasping her shoulders, I pushed her back against the door of the elevator, noticing her white, lacy designer bra for the first time. My hands went for the waistband of that snappy business skirt, looking for the fastener. Sue me. I don't wear women's business clothes. She found it for me, and soon she was standing there, pressed back against the door, wearing nothing but her lingerie. She leaned back; enjoying me looking at her, for just a second then launched herself at me again. Her tongue swirled around my mouth, as she ground her panty covered pussy against my thigh. Her hands went to the waistband of my cut offs. Not even slowing down, she ripped my belt off, yanking my button flies open, and she shoved her hand inside to grip my cock. She kissed me deeply as she pumped her hand, painfully, up and down on my rock hard dick. I grasped her, again, by the hair, and shoved her bodily to her knees. It had to have hurt, but she didn't make a sound as she gobbled my dick. With a skill I would never have expected from a sheltered, rich born executive girl, she worshiped my cock. "Well, if she can do that, let's see what else she can do," I said to myself. I grabbed her by the hair again thrusting rudely into her mouth. She took it God only knows where that girl learned to deep throat, but I didn't care. I brutally fucked her face. I didn't want to come in her mouth. I stopped thrusting, and she continued to fuck her own face up and down on my cock, her nose slamming hard into my pelvis as she did it. As much to keep from coming as anything else, I wrenched her head off me, hurling her down onto the hard, polymer floor of the elevator. She lay there, stunned for just a second, and then levered herself up onto her elbows. Without a word, she spread her stocking clad legs apart, knees up, in a clear invitation. I looked at her, and, speaking for the first time since we started, said "lose the panties." Slowly, teasingly, she eased the panties down past her garters, and down her long legs. Slipping the panties off those expensive shoes, she languidly spread her feet apart again. She smiled at me. "Now the bra." I said. Obediently, she reached between her breasts, unclipping the bra. She slipped it off her shoulders. She slid herself back along the floor, to lean with her shoulders against the doors. Dropping my shorts to the floor, I stepped forward, my cock, still glistening with her spit, stuck out in front of me. Seeing it, she licked her lips. I dropped to my knees in front of her, grabbing her legs behind the knees. I yanked hard toward me, and she ended up flat on her back. Her hand reached down, grasping my dick, and I thrust into her with one push. She was sopping. Her hips lifted up off the floor as she fucked herself against me. She grunted, the deep alto voice returning, as I slammed her, again and again. Her nails dug into my back as she seemed to fuck me for dear life. She bit my shoulder, painfully, and I lifted up, away from her and slapped her again. She started coming. For a few minutes, I just let her grunt and shake beneath me, as the contractions eased. Then I started in again, more slowly this time. I took my time, enjoying the tight, hot feel of her sodden twat. Slowly, ever so slowly, I increased my pace and force, until once again, we were fucking like our lives depended on it. I felt her building. Her breath became ragged. Her movements became more frantic. And she just kept building, until she was making little sounds of frustration, forcing herself onto me with more and more abandon. She whispered something under her breath that I couldn't hear. I leaned down toward her. "What did you say?" I asked. "Hit me," she said. She was obviously frustrated beyond her normal limits. "Say it again, louder." I demanded. "Hit me." She said. She was positively mewling now, and I realized that she would never come without the slap. "Beg me." I said. "No, please. Don't make me..." She said. "Do it!" I demanded. "Beg me to hit you!" "Goddamn you!" She shouted. "Hit me again. I can't come unless you hit me! Hit me. God, please hit me." And I hit her, on the side of the face, with my open hand. Then she was coming, panting, shrieking, and twitching, "I know." I said. I let her lay there until she stopped twitching, and looked down at her. She was absolutely beautiful, with her face red, and the look of lust lingering in her eyes. Grasping her hips, I picked her up off the floor, slipping out of her. I rolled her over. Obediently, she tucked her knees under her, presenting her ass to me. I pulled her toward me, slowly. I was unsure of how she would react to this. Watching her carefully, I pushed my cock into her one more time for lube, and pressed it against her asshole. She simply lay there. Cautiously, I started pushing. Slowly, a little deeper with each thrust, I pushed deeper and deeper into her, until I was all the way in. I gave her a minute until she was relaxed, and started fucking her again. Gently, ever so gently at first, I once again started pushing her limits and she responded, pushing back against me harder, and harder, until we were nothing but a pair of rutting animals Then I started to spank her. Hard. This wasn't some playful love tap. I was slapping her ass so hard my hand tingled. She started coming, again, and this time I didn't stop. I just kept fucking, and spanking and she kept coming. I felt my balls tighten, spraying my come deep into her ass, and I finally let her collapse onto the floor. It took them almost three hours to get the power restored to the elevators. We used that time well.