I’m in the elevator,
headed to the underground parking lot of a downtown high rise building. In the
late hours of the afternoon, I find myself tired and ready to go home. The
elevator seems to move at a snail's pace, advancing only a few floors at a time between
stopping at each of the countless levels between myself and the parkade below. I arrive at the third floor, eager to continue, when I find myself gaping at the doors opening painfully slow to one of the most beautiful women I have
ever laid my eyes on. She has a gorgeous, hour-glass figure conservatively
tucked away under a cute navy blue business jacket and a complimentary form
fitting skirt. Her eyes are as blue as the sea; so blue you could dive into
them. Her cheeks are pink and warm and her neck; deliciously bare. She hesitantly steps into
the elevator and looks at me quizzically before gently saying, “Going up?” I
smile cautiously, trying to regain control of my insides and reply with,
“Sorry, ma’am, we’re going down. You might want to get off.” I realize that what
I’ve said carries more weight when I think of the erection stiffening under my
pants.
My face begins to
warm at the realization that if she’s caught on, I have made a complete
fool of myself. Rather than blushing herself, she seems to be more secure in
her position. She tilts her head slightly and offers a low, sensual, “Oh?”
A sound that sends electric currents racing down my spine and straight to my
now, throbbing cock. She strides into the elevator with a confidence and poise
that makes her even more attractive to me. Her eyes twinkle back at me with look
of complete control. I can’t help but notice the slight curve of her lips
as she begins to turn around in front of me to face the panel holding the
elevator buttons. She reaches out with her right hand, hovers, and after a
short hesitation, she reaches up to push three buttons for the next three floors below us with a quick, exaggerated poke of her finger.
I’m taken back
– why would she ask if we were going up? As we wait for the
elevator doors to shut, I watch her head tilt, as if inviting my lips to taste
the soft skin below her ear. I’m so close. I can smell her perfume: a light
vanilla scent as warm as a spring day in a field, painted with deep green
grass. We both watch the elevator doors close. As the elevator begins to move,
so does she. She begins to take small steps back without turning around until she’s within inches of
me. After a brief hesitation, she presses backwards, using her gorgeous behind
to pin my body to the elevator wall. She begins to slowly, seductively, grind her ass against my groin. What is going on, right now? Is this actually happening to me? I begin to hold her waist, as I
breathe in and out heavily. Before I realize what’s happening, the ungodly ding of
the elevator rings in my ear. Without hesitation, she stands up straight, steps forward and
nonchalantly irons her skirt with her hands. The doors open and close. The only audible sound is the panting from my mouth that I can’t
seem to control.
My world is spinning
and I’m not quite sure of what to grab ahold of: The railings for support, a
steady breath for life or the ass that is once again moving toward my hot groin. I choose the latter. She welcomes the feeling of my hands around
her, pushing them tight against her. While her hips continue to grind
against me, she directs my hands from her pelvis, to her waist, to her stomach
and finally, to her ample breasts. She begins to knead herself with my hands.
Her head leans back on my shoulder, gifting me with the heavenly view of her
bare neck. From my position, I can see that her eyes are shut, her mouth is
slightly open, and she is smiling. She proceeds to rhythmically continue riding
her incredible ass into my hardened groin. Once again, I hear the bell of the elevator and she
breaks it off, stepping forward while straightening out the side of her
now twisted skirt.
Yet
again, the doors open and close in silence. My anticipation for the ride to begin is palpable. This time she turns around to face me,
leans in and works my body with a full frontal grind of breasts and hips. She
kisses my lips with a passion so intense she is able to control my every move
with no more effort than a breath or a moan. She breaks away suddenly and with
an ever so slight smirk, she leans forward to thoroughly tease from top to
bottom my entire torso with her impossibly perfect cleavage. As she returns to
eye level, there is no way to anticipate what is next. With urgency she grabs
my hand, thrusting it up her short skirt to rub her thighs, moving upward she
continues to guide my hands with hers, leading me to the plunge of her folds
under the hot, damp cloth material.
I
can smell her all around me and I’m vibrating with anticipation of the taste of
her on my fingers. Almost immediately I can sense the inevitable shudder swell
up within her, and in mere moments I feel her legs tighten around our hands. As
she releases, one of the sexiest moans imaginable escapes her mouth. Her body
relaxes and she exhales. The ride is far too short, and I can barely control
myself as the dreaded ding of the elevator announces that we have now arrived
on the main floor. She steps back a few inches, and as she turns away she
straightens out that tight little skirt. The doors open, and this incredible
woman exits the elevator, as if preparing for entry onto a waiting stage.
Turning to look back at me, she announces “Thank you. It seems you were right,
I really needed to get off.”
- Shout out to nS & cJ ♥
