Elevator Music

Pushing number four, I stood waiting as the elevator doors closed in front of me. Standing alone I softly hummed an old familiar song, stopping only when the elevator stopped to pick up another passenger. Smiling politely as the gentleman stepped inside, I felt myself blush when I noticed his big dark eyes roam over my body, taking every curve in. I wondered what he was thinking if he liked what he saw. Smiling more to myself, I didn’t realize he took the smile as my encouraging him.

Standing in silence, watching the number three fade as the elevator approached my floor, I was shocked when it lurched to a stop. Denying me my escape.

“Oh my.” Flustered, reaching to push the buttons that remained lit on the panel, panic slowly creeped in as I let the realization sink in that I was unable to get out.

His hand reached over and touched mine.

“Don’t,” He said. “I will call down to the front desk. I’m afraid if you start pushing buttons that it will really jam us up,” He explained, still holding my arm.

Finally letting it go, he reached for his phone, pausing only for a moment before he started talking to someone on the other end of the line.

“It may be a little while, he informed me as he slid his phone back into his pocket. “But they are aware.” Offering a half smile, “I’m Dan by the way.” Introducing himself.

“I’m Jenny,” Smiling, I formally shook his hand. I swore there was electricity between us every time we touched. Perhaps it was the situation, being stuck inside a small container with him. Such a handsome stranger. His dark European features, mouthwatering really.

Realizing I was staring at him, I let my gaze drop to the floor. Noticing his feet, they moved closer to me, inches from my toes. Looking up, our faces were inches from one another.

“I don’t know you, you don’t know me. I’ve never made it in an elevator before. Have you?” He asked, obviously holding his breath, waiting for my answer.

I don’t know what it was, maybe the chance to do something crazy, something secret. The illusion that you would never be caught, and that I could get away with something, having no repercussions. Letting the thoughts run through my mind a little bit longer, I could feel the desire begin to rise in my loins. Grinning, I just nodded and then he kissed me.

Grabbing my face, he palmed it in his hands as he kissed me long and hard. I felt his body pressing into me. An urgency taking over as we were trying to beat the elevator. His hands fumbled while he undid his belt, his trousers sinking to the floor, keeping his ankles bound together. Pulling my skirt up, I revealed that I wasn’t wearing any panties. His surprised expression turned into appreciation as he pinned me in the corner of our square box. Wrapping my leg around him, he lifted me up onto the wooden handrail then penetrated me hard and fast. Filling me with delight when I realized the gift I was being given; he was huge! Wrapping one arm around his neck, I grabbed his butt cheek with the other, encouraging him to pound me harder. Suddenly we felt the elevator lurch as he let out his final thrust. Losing our position, he slipped out, cumming all over my skirt. Bending down in a wild panic, he pulled his trousers up as my skirt fell into place, and the doors dinged and slid open. Laughing at ourselves, I stepped off the elevator, not turning around to look back.