Elevated
My first disappointment came by way of a phone call. This was to be my first date with Alfred, a guy I had been introduced to by a mutual friend. But then I got the call:
“Hey, Chanel. My suit is in the cleaners, so, I was thinking about throwing on some jeans and a nice shirt instead.”
“Alfred, the invitation said after-five attire, which means at least a suit.”
“Well, I’m going to have to cancel then cause that’s the best I can do.”
This was at six. The party began at seven. Alfred had been invited a month ago. “Well, thanks for letting me know so soon,” I said, hanging up while he was still talking.
My second disappointment was the party itself given for one of my closest friends, Mercedes, at the Sheraton Hotel. Her father, who we had previously named “The Asshole” out of Mercedes’s earshot, lived up to his reputation. He skimped on everything. The food was bland, the music was whack from a band we’d never heard of, and the liquor was “bottom shelf.”
I had looked forward to the affair and felt like showing out. I had received a substantial raise after being promoted to head fitness trainer by Life Time fitness center. So I bought this eight-hundred-dollar Jonathan Simkhai Camdyn textured gray satin dress with gray Schutz Vikki ankle-tie sandals for the occasion. It would have worked really well with Alfred’s jeans and “nice” shirt.
But although I received a bunch of compliments, they couldn’t erase my funky mood while sitting at a table with all couples. So, at about 9:30, I decided to ghost. I snuck a bottle of the celebration wine in my purse and called it a night, deciding I would have my own party. I’d catch up with Mercedes in the morning.
I was still kind of down when I entered the lobby but was floored when I saw the only other person waiting for the elevator. He could have been a forty-year-old Denzel Washington clone. At about six foot one, with a close-cut hairstyle and wearing an expensive-looking gray tuxedo, my first thought was that the two of us would have turned out Mercedes’s party if we had attended together. Just the sight of him brightened my evening.
I nodded, and he nodded in return before stepping back and giving me the once-over. “Wow. I wish you had been at my party. You would have lit the place up. That is a stunning dress. You should be on someone’s runway instead of a hotel lobby.”
Of all the compliments I’d received that night, his was the only one that made me blush. “Well, thank you so much.”
“Taking a break or a boring party?”
I giggled. “The latter.”
His smile lit up the whole lobby. “Well, then, we have that in common.”
When the elevator door opened, he bowed, allowing me to enter first. “What floor?”
“Fourteen.”
“I’m Raymond, by the way,” he said, offering his hand.
“Chanel,” I replied, taking it. His nails were neatly cut, and although his grip was gentle, it couldn’t hide the strength I felt in that brief shake.
I watched as he pushed twenty before turning to me.
“Is that satin?” he asked.
“It is.”
“I don’t get to see that type of material too often. May I touch it?”
Typically, I would have said no since it seemed a bit forward of him, but his baritone voice was so gentle and his eyes so sincere, I nodded.
When he moved closer, I could smell his cologne, an earthy, heady fragrance. As he ran his hand along the sleeve pressing the material against my skin, I shivered briefly from his touch. I’m not usually attracted to men at first sight since looks tell you nothing about their character, but this one… There was something besides his appearance and his scent that captivated me like a magnet tugging at my core.
When the elevator door opened to the second floor, a boisterous group of young men and women crowded in joking and laughing, like twenty-some-year-olds who have been drinking are prone to do.
Raymond moved to the rear. I also backed up but stumbled slightly in the process. He caught me at my hips as I regained my balance. “Thank you,” I murmured, turning my head.
“You are welcome.”
We were so close, his breath caused goosebumps on the back of my neck, and a gentle wave of heat flushed through me. As I turned back, the touch of Raymond’s hands urged me to come closer. I inhaled and stepped backward. He pulled me even nearer until my body folded into his.
“May I touch it?” he whispered.
Although I had been considered an attractive girl in school, I was also shy. By choice, I didn’t date until I was eighteen and didn’t have sex until I was twenty-five. Fast forward twenty years, and there I was, in an elevator with a strange, stunning-looking man asking if he could touch me. I was sure the request was unlike the earlier one, but I nodded, afraid my voice would fail me. I bit my lip in the expectation of committing to something so naughty, and in public, too—a first for me.
As his hands slid to my thighs, he pulled me close enough to feel his dick pushing against my ass. I was glad the others on the elevator were noisy enough that no one could hear my pulse thudding. While one hand held me in place, the other stroked me from behind.
I looked around, but the group was busy chatting it up. My stomach fluttered as Raymond took my hand and placed it on his rod. I tried to pull it away, but he held it there.
“Please,” he purred into my ear.
I shook my head at the craziness of it all but pursed my lips and squeezed. I could feel it jerk as he emitted a soft moan stoking the velvety warmth that had begun to flow through me.
When the elevator reached the fourteenth floor, the crowd parted to allow an exit, but my newly found friend said loud enough for the group to hear, “Wrong floor, dear.”
“Oh,” I muttered. “I’m sorry.”
The kids got off on the sixteenth floor, and one of the girls began giggling. “I wonder if they’ll make it out of the elevator before they start fucking.”
My cheeks turned a bright red as the door shut.
Raymond chuckled. “Maybe, maybe not,” he said as he spun me around and pulled me to him, thrusting his tongue into my partly opened mouth.
When the elevator door opened on the twentieth floor, I was disappointed we had to break contact but excited about what the future held. As we walked the empty hallway, though, I began to have second thoughts. But Raymond stopped, pulled me to him, and kissed me again, weakening my knees while erasing any misgivings.
As soon as the door closed to his suite, Raymond took my purse and laid it on the lamp table. He turned, pulled me to him until we were flush against each other, and ran his lips along my neck before parting mine with his tongue.
It had probably started on the elevator, but the excitement, the kids, and the strangeness of it all, had concealed the mild vibrations in my pussy that began pounding as we rocked hips. As his hands continued to caress and knead my ass, my legs became even more feeble. When his lips trailed to my hardened nipple pushing against the satin fabric, I gasped and slid against the door to the floor.
Raymond unzipped and pulled out his pulsating manhood. “Would you?” he asked.
“Oh, my.” I don’t know if I was commenting on the situation or that eight-inch cock waving in front of my face. Probably both. The throbbing in my vagina heightened as I thought again how insane this whole scenario was. “Yes,” I croaked as I rose to my knees and took him into my mouth.
“Damn,” Raymond cried as I slid my tongue along his length before licking his balls. Sweat had begun to form on his forehead as I tongued and sucked him while savoring the taste of his oozing precum. Raymond clenched his hands and took a deep breath before his body began jerking like a mannequin on a string. His explosion caused me to erupt, too, as tiny bolts of lightning shot through my body.
Raymond leaned against the door as I sat weakened and still unable to stand. Eventually, he gathered me in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. Raymond removed his clothes, confirming what I’d already known. He had picked up my one-hundred-thirty-five-pound body with such ease it was obvious he worked out. And now it was evident from his taut chest to his bulging thighs and everything in between.
After removing my clothes, including my sopping wet panties, I thought we would lay back and rest for a while, but Raymond had other ideas.
“I want to return the favor, beautiful,” he said, kissing my taut nipples before sliding his tongue toward my cunt. My body began quivering in anticipation as his tongue parted my slippery folds. I moaned and then gasped as his lips teased and then encased my distended clit.
It only took seconds before my hips rose from the bed. “Jesus!” I screamed in someone else’s voice before collapsing under the weight of another series of hot blasts wracking my body.
I would have been satisfied to have experienced one orgasm in a sexual encounter, but Raymond had opened the floodgates. I was primed.
“You okay?” Raymond asked as he combed his fingers through my hair.
I nodded.
“Good,” he said as he kissed me and ran his hands over my body. I shook my head at how easily I was turned on. Raymond’s palms warmed my skin wherever they roamed. I lay back, savoring his touch until he inserted one finger inside me, moving it gently in, out, and around. I began twisting as the heat in my honey pot built again, but then he removed it.
“Nooo,” I protested, but Raymond had other plans.
He raised up and began rubbing his shaft on my engorged clitoris causing me to twist and buck trying to capture it with my seeping pussy. But he continued to play, rubbing the entrance, causing even more juices to flow before sliding it in.
“Oh, my goodness,” I murmured into a pillow as he moved slowly at first before picking up speed. I raised my head to watch it but fell back as the first of a thousand tremors raced through my body.
“That’s my baby,” he murmured as I grabbed his ass with two hands, urging him on.
It only took seconds before the twitching morphed into detonations, causing my toes to curl, my eyes to tear, and my body to heave. I let out a keening cry that crescendoed before being replaced by grateful sobbing.
It took forever before my legs stopped trembling. They would stop and then start up again. I shook my head in wonderment as I gradually descended back to earth.
If you added up the sexual satisfaction I’d experienced when I was married plus those from all my previous dates, they wouldn’t come close to the fulfillment I received from that one man on that one night.
After settling down, I turned and placed my hand on his chest. “Thank you so much.”
“No. Thank you. You are an extraordinary woman.”
I started to answer that what I experienced with him was beyond my most vivid sexual imagination. But I didn’t.
***
Mercedes called the following afternoon. “Why did you leave so early, Chantel?”
“I’m sorry, Mer, but I wasn’t feeling well and didn’t want to put a damper on things.”
“Aw. I’m sorry to hear that. Did you check out okay?”
“No,” I said, sipping the wine I had swiped from the party while running my hands over Raymond’s chest. “I decided to hang around a while longer and get some me time.”
