Elevator Lust

Elevator Lust

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Summary

A challenge was made by Storywriterx and answered. Read 'em and weep, 500 word challenge busted! Used every last one of them. You be the judge if my story of elevator lust is any good. Comments eagerly welcome! - Amy

Summary

A challenge was made by Storywriterx and answered. Read 'em and weep, 500 word challenge busted! Used every last one of them. You be the judge if my story of elevator lust is any good. Comments eagerly welcome! - Amy

Content

Submitted: June 11, 2016

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Content

Submitted: June 11, 2016

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The Otis elevator built in the dark ages dipped obscenely more than a floor before stopping.  It promptly shut off the lights.  The auxiliary ones blared on, but faintly.  Everything casted in a weird shady gray. 

“Goddamn it!” I shouted my frustration at the dark box trapped in with a stranger. 

All I wanted to do was go home!  The copier broke when trying to print my report to be delivered for morning report with the big wigs of the company and had to wing it.  NG—Not good.  Sweaty palms and queasy, I stumbled through the whole thing like the novice I’m not.  There went my promotion!

“Hey…why don’t you chill?” he asked in a mellow deep voice after the emergency button had been depressed by me half a dozen times.  “Might as well make the most of it.”  He slipped behind me and rubbed my shoulders with deep rolls of his thumbs immediately going to the problem areas. 

I stiffened, but couldn’t help the moan.  Damn, his hands felt good.  Even better along my neck I could not help but roll back.  I almost forgot where I was. 

“You’re so tense.  Let me help you relax, Deb.”

I turned to him in the dim light stunned that he even knew my name.  He was tall, built, well dressed in a classic suit, smelling amazing and musky.  His dark hair was trimmed close.  Sexy!  I gasped at Gorgeous, not really noticing before, feeling my panties moisten between my naughty thighs. 

He smiled then as if sensing my arousal, and kissed me, stealing my breath in the softness of his lips against mine.  His hands slid into my wavy dark hair hanging loosely by my shoulders.  His mouth tasted of minty sweetness and I opened at the tease of his tongue, lining my lips so that he could offer me the full dizzying effect.  He pulled away abruptly.  Both of us laboring over breath.

“Damn, you taste good,” he whispered when his tongue met my neck along my pulse.  I shuddered as his warm hand traveled up my thigh lifting my skirt.  His hand cupped my sex through my panties.  He groaned when my hands traveled up fit shoulders and behind his head.  His thumb found my nub and I rocked into it gasping with each strike of bliss.

His mouth traveled back to mine, only briefly to slip down my panties and then dropped trow in the fluidity of a minute when he stood again.  He lifted my slender body suddenly and slammed me against the elevator wall.  My eyes widened in excitement.  Fast, he filled me to the hilt as I gripped his neck.  Kissing him, moaning and rocking into his punishing thrusts sent me over the edge.  My legs wrapped around his flexing ass, drawing him faster, his tongue plundering me like his thick cock, digging for gold.  I felt his treasure, planted deep when we came together groaning completion. 

Otis descended announcing the next floor:  ding!

 

 


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