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An elevator ride that will never be forgotten. What really happened that Sunday morning?

Erotica / Fantasy
marsha rice
5.0 3 reviews
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The elevator came to a screeching halt. The muzak was silenced and the dimly lit emergency light came on. I immediately punched the alarm button but heard nothing. Then I picked up the service phone…dead, no dial tone.

Getting called into the office on a Sunday was not my idea of fun, now this. I never paid attention if anyone else was on the elevator when I got on, why would I, it was the weekend. Much to my surprise, standing in the corner looked to be a very scared young man.

I normally take the stairs, I don’t like crowds, but when Mary called this morning and asked if I could come in for a little while, I figured to be alone.

“Looks like we’re stuck”, I said, trying to start a conversation. He just stood there, kind of fidgety, staring at his feet and shuffling them back and forth. He did not look up.

“My name is Jill”, I offered, “what’s yours?”

He didn’t answer.

“Don’t worry, someone is sure to come and fix this. When I’m late, my boss will surely send out a search party.” Still no response. “Are you claustrophobic?”

He slowly looked up at me and nodded his head as we made eye contact.

“I’m scared to death of tight spaces. The doctor said that I should try to overcome my fears, and I came here on a Sunday thinking that no one else would be here and maybe I could make it up one floor without panicking.” He said, as beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

“I know it’s easy to say, but we really will be o.k., what’s your name?” I asked.

“Tom.” He said as he backed himself further into the corner.

“Well, Tom, tell me about something you do like. You into sports?” That was an assumption on my part. He was dressed in a snug college t-shirt and track shorts. He had square shoulders, muscular legs, blue eyes, and dirty blond hair trimmed above his collar.

“I don’t know.” Is all that he could come up with, and a little tear ran down his cheek.

I looked at him and realized just how bad his fear was overwhelming him. I wanted so bad to just grab him and give him a big hug, but he didn’t know me from Adam.

I slowly took a step towards Tom; I wasn’t sure what his reaction would be. Reaching my hand out, I put my fingers under his chin and lifted his head just a little. He pulled a tissue out of his pocket and wiped his eyes.

“I’m sorry to be such a wuss.” He said, blowing his nose.

“Please don’t apologize. We all have things that we have to deal with.” And I brushed the hair back off from his forehead.

“You are very pretty.” He said, and quickly, he came back with, “I’m sorry, that just came out. I didn’t mean to say that.”

“That’s alright, I don’t mind.” And I watched as his eyes gave me the once over, becoming fixated upon my breasts.

I had not gotten dressed in my usual office clothes because of it being Sunday, Mary had said casual was just fine. I took her at her word and wore my favorite slumming outfit, cut-off sweatpants and a white Camisole Cotton top with spaghetti straps. At home I normally remain braless, and this morning was no different. However, not thinking, I left my house the same way, and Tom seems to have taken notice of the fact.

An awkward quiet happened. Neither of us knew what to say next, we just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. I liked that he noticed me, it had been a while since anyone had looked at me like he was. I found myself returning the stares, as I gazed at his athletic physique. I hadn’t paid attention to his muscular arms or his flat stomach before, my eyes were drawn to the bulge in his shorts that was getting bigger by the minute. My nipples were so hard that even I noticed them, I was sure that Tom did.

I put my finger to his lips, I didn’t want him to say anything. I leaned toward him and closed my eyes, aiming for his mouth. I gave him a tender touch, my lips to his, and pulled away. He looked at me with a surprised expression on his face and I leaned back in to kiss him again. This time our lips parted, and our tongues touched. I did not pull back.

The longer we kissed the more I enjoyed it, I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a bear hug. I could feel his hands on my sides, but he was barely touching me. I was confused by his response.

I lowered my arms around his back and squeezed. We were about the same height and our bodies lined up almost perfectly. I felt his erection between my legs, and I rubbed myself against him as hard as I could. I was not confused by this response. The more I rubbed the harder he got.

I had waited long enough, someone had to make the next move. I decided that it had to be me. I reached my hand down and grabbed on to his hard-on, stroked it through his shorts and he began to breathe heavily.

I pulled away from his kiss only to give him one more peck on the lips before I lowered myself in front of him, tugging on his shorts as I went down. His penis spang to attention as his shorts fell to the floor. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and gave it a few strokes as I heard Tom groan ever so slightly. He was Goldilocks perfect. Not too big, not too small, nice and straight, and as hard as petrified wood.

I touched the end of his manhood with my lips and gave it a little kiss, he was already wet with pre-come. I licked my lips and went back for more. I opened my mouth around the head of his cock while still lightly stroking him. I drew circles with my tongue around the slit on the end, pushing the foreskin back as I went. I think Tom liked this as he was making some strange noises.

I was bobbing my head up and down and gripping tighter with every stroke of my hand. I let go of my grasp so that I could take more of him in my mouth and I felt him touch the back of my throat. My pussy was hot with fire. I could feel myself quivering with mini orgasms. I reached down and put my hand between my legs. I was so wet that it soaked through my panties and into my shorts.

I had no doubt that he was enjoying my performance, I was too. I pulled my top up over my boobs and pinched my erect nipples. One in each hand, I rolled them between my thumb and fingers, tugging on them just a little bit. I counted three more orgasms, I wanted more.

I grabbed back onto his penis; I think it was getting harder if that was even possible. The faster I stroked it, the more he groaned.

“Oh, my God!” he screamed out loud and at the exact same time, gave me a mouthful of sperm. Well, more than a mouthful because it ran down my chin and pooled on the floor. I spit the rest of his juices out and wiped my face with a tissue that he handed me. I had never seen that much spunk at one time from one cock, ever.

I stood up, expecting some kind of reaction from him, and got nothing. He just stood there, expressionless. I was surprised that after all of that, he still had an erection. I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I wasn’t done. I slipped my thumbs into my waistband and pushed my shorts and panties to the floor. I kicked them to the side as I stepped out of them. I then ripped my top the rest of the way off and tossed that too.

“Now it’s my turn.” I said, hoping that he was up to it. Still no reaction from Tom, he just stood there. I couldn’t believe how hard his cock still was. I grabbed it and pushed it between my legs and squeezed it with my thighs, rocking back and forth. My wet lips slid across his erection. I could feel my juices flow down my legs with each thrust. But I still felt like I could burst.

Then, to my utter amazement, Tom leaned forward and kissed me, hard. We played tonsil hockey for a minute, then he grabbed my arms and pushed me away. I stumbled backwards a couple of steps. Tom stepped towards me, reached for my hand, and pulled me in close to him. He spun me so that my back was against him, his cock pushed between my butt cheeks. His arms reached around, and he began to massage my titties, gently squeezing them and rubbing towards my nips. He slid his hand between my legs, parting my lips with his fingers. He penetrated me with a finger, then a second one. After a couple of thrusts, he removed them and put them in my mouth. As I sucked my own love juices from his fingers, he did the same thing with his other hand.

I felt his hand on the back of my head and he pushed it. As I bent forward, he grabbed me by my hips. I felt the head of his penis rubbing against my lips, pushing them apart. Finally, he was inside me. He started to pull out, leaving in just the head. Then another slow thrust. Then another. And another. They began to get more forceful, and faster. I wanted more; it wasn’t enough.

“Fuck me! Fuck me hard!” I shouted.

His cock pounded my pussy, and his balls were slapping against me, I was in heaven. I came so hard that I could feel the juices run down my legs to my ankles.

My head started spinning and my knees got weak. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore and fell right off his cock.

I laid on the floor staring back up at Tom as he stood over me, stroking himself. That man still had an erection! I tried to get up and do that for him, but I was numb. It didn’t take long, and I could tell he was about ready, one more tug and he ejaculated an enormous amount of sperm all over my boobs.

Tom gave me his shirt to wipe myself off with. I picked my clothes up and put them back on. There was no way I could go into the office now; I was sure I reeked of sex.

The lights flickered, and the elevator motors began to hum. Our power was back on. I looked back across the elevator at Tom…he wasn’t there. Instead of Tom, there was a little old man cowering in the corner, shaking like a leaf. The elevator started to move.

What the hell happened? Who was this old man? Where was Tom? Did I just dream this whole thing?

The elevator door opened as we descended back to the ground floor. Dazed and confused, I stepped off into the lobby. I stopped and looked back to see the old man shuffle out the doorway and proceed down the hall. Hunched at the shoulders with his head hung low, he turned to look my way and with a sly smile, gave a little wink.

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