The Elevator

Jenny had decided to spend her Saturday in the shopping mall enjoying a little bit of retail therapy. After all, she deserved it. Her useless husband was a waste of space and her part time job was bringing in more income than he did full time. It was only fair that she was able to spend some of it on her.

She'd placed most of her shopping in a locker of the Gold lounge of her favourite department store. Then she'd gone off in pursuit of some sexy lingerie. In her mind, she imagined the hunky contractor, Steve, she'd recently enjoyed the company of. Until then, she'd never been unfaithful to her hubby but not only was he a loser in life, he was a loser in bed, too. Shame she hadn't realised before she said "I do".

Jenny had bought herself a skimpy matching set which included a pretty, lacy black G string with an equally skimpy black lacy bra. She was imagining Steve helping her out of them at some point and the thoughts were making her wet between her legs.

Barely concentrating on her surroundings, she reached to top of the escalator and bumped into someone.

"Sorry" she said as though on auto pilot, looking up and seeing a pair of eyes she recognised instantly. It was Dave, her first real love and bed mate.

"Oh, Hiya" she beamed, her smile as the recognition struck her. They hugged like you would a long lost relative at the airport, Dave was as excited about seeing her. They'd met a few times since she'd been married, he even went to their wedding but the last time he'd seen her, she'd been with hubby (who was looking like a lost puppy).

They talked as they walked, their conversation as open and chatty as it had ever been, like they'd been away on holiday, not a decade since they last spoke (or made love).

"Say, why don't we go for a coffee?" she suggested and Dave was in complete agreement. He had only come to the mall to kill time until the pub opened at lunchtime. Maybe he could get her to come for a few drinks afterwards, the thought to himself.

Jenny lead the way to her favourite department store which had coffee shop, heading for the lift as the café was on a different floor. Dave couldn't help but notice just how radiant Jenny looked. He still fancied her a decade (a marriage and two kids) later on and his eyes glazed over as he recalled the time's they'd spent together. It was the fear of commitment that drove them apart, she rebounded straight into the arms of Mark who she'd also date for many months before finding Mr Right (Yeah, right!) and getting married.

The lift emptied of shoppers and the pair of them entered the lift before hitting the button for the lower ground level. The doors closed on them and began its descent. Jenny was just about to reopen the conversation when the lift lurched and juddered, overbalancing her into Dave's arms. He caught her and she looked up at him, noticing his pale blue eyes and rugged smile. God, she still fancied him. Visions of Steve were superseded with memories of her and Dave romping between the sheets, a porno movie on in the background as they "joined in!"

"Are you OK?" he enquired, genuine concern in his voice. Jenny nodded and stood herself up. Dave pressed the alarm button and a few moments later the intercom was activated. Dave explained the situation and the security officer switched off the system whilst he made a 999 phone call.

Dave and Jenny made small talk, joking with each other. She wasn't great in enclosed spaces and Dave was thinking he needed a drink, some thing stronger than coffee, that's for sure.

Their general chit chat was interrupted by the security guy who had the misfortune of telling them that the fire service would be with them as soon as possible but, because of a fire at the local general hospital, there were no spare appliances to attend and it could be n excess of an hour before they arrived. He switched off the intercom before either of them could swear at him!

"What are we going to do for the next hour?" she asked him. Dave knew what he wanted but he held himself in check for the time being.

"What's in the shopping bag?" he enquired. Jenny showed him the skimpy underwear she had recently purchased and Dave looked impressed.

"Let's see what it looks like on" he urged her. Jenny declined at first but she was secretly excited about meeting Dave and the damp feeling between her legs from earlier had moved from damp to dripping. Dave convinced her that she hadn't got anything he hadn't seen before and, anyway, he'd look the other way. Almost convinced, she turned her back towards him and whipped her top of, unclipping her bra and putting the new one on in a movement so swift, if changing underwear was an Olympic sport, Jenny would have won Gold! She lifted her skirt and pulled down her briefs, stepping into the new ones and pulling them up. Dave got a brief glimpse of her buttocks and remembered the noise his balls had made bashing against her beautiful bottom as he'd entered her from behind. And the trouble he'd had entering her anus, she at the time was an anal virgin.

Jenny unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor as she twirled round and Dave saw her in the flesh, some black lacy material barely covering her modesty. He felt the stirrings in his lap of an erection and all he could say was "Wow!"

"You like?" she said, licking her lips seductively. Dave smiled and was about to speak when the lift lurched momentarily, making her fall into his arms again, the suddenness taking them both by surprise. Dave threw his arms out to catch her and as he hugged her close, his actions had unclipped her bra. Neither of them knew this until she stood up and her bra fell down her arms to her feet.

"You are lovely" Dave said to her, taking in her breasts for the first time in over a decade. At first Jenny felt embarrassed but she was actually enjoying the experience. Dave held her close again and pressed his lips against hers.

"Stop, no" she protested between kisses, "I'm married now". Dave continued to kiss her, slowly, deeply, passionately. His tongue began to probe her mouth and again she protested, this time with less authority.

"Stop" she moaned as he kissed her neck and worked his way up to her ear lobes, his tongue licking her more sensitive areas of her face, his warm breath increasing her own levels of arousal. His lips moved back to hers and she responded, her tongue now meeting his, her arms around his neck pulling him closer. Dave had moved a hand around from her back and had cupped one of her tits, the sensation almost causing him to ejaculate in his pants. Jenny moved a hand down to his crotch and felt the unmistakable feeling of his erection contained within his clothing. She pulled away from his kisses and dropped to her knees, hastily removing his trousers and pulling his briefs to his ankles, urgency in her movement. She remembered the enormity of his tool and the tell tale smell. Dave always lubed up quickly, pre cum on the tip of his dick almost instantly and a very strong masculine odour. Essence of testosterone Jenny had called it and it was unique to Dave and certainly from her long term relationships it had been unique.

She touched Dave's erect cock and it seemed only like yesterday since she'd last touched it, remembering every last throbbing vein. She quickly drew breath before placing it into her waiting mouth, tasting him and loving it. Dave was in heaven, this horny ex girlfriend now giving him head in a lift was a real turn on. There was no cctv in this lift, only an intercom and he could relax and enjoy. As always, she was an expert at sucking cock and in no time at all, he could feel himself approaching climax.

"I'm gonna cum shortly" he warned her, stroking her lovely short dark hair. She looked up at him.

"Not in my mouth" she implored. "You know I don't like waste"

"Shall I cum on your tits?" he asked. Jenny shook her head.

"Up your arse?" he suggested.

"No, don't waste it" she said again.

"It'll have to be your pussy then" he said. Jenny thought about it for a moment, her oral actions temporarily suspended, her left hand masturbating him. Dave noticed her left hand wanking him and it looked so sweet, her wedding ringed hand wanking him off. She was married and she was playing with his dick.

"You mustn't" she said in a token attempt to stop him. They both knew she wanted him to make love to her. Dave stood her up and turned her around, Jenny leaned forward so her hands were on the lift wall and Dave removed her G string, helping her step out of them, sniffing the wetness of her new briefs.

With her arse stuck out in his general direction, together with her wiggle, Dave neared her with his erect cock. He placed his fingers around her warm wet cunt and his fingers probed at her. He moaned in pleasure as his fingers explored her inners, his expert fingers easily locating the areas that pleasured her most. Riding Jenny was like riding a bicycle.

She moaned with pleasure again as his fingers worked away at her pussy.

"Do it" she commanded.

"Do what?" he teased her.

"Fuck me" she ordered. "Fuck me like you used to. Fuck me like before". Dave did not need a second invitation and his cock glided into her with ease. They both moaned in pleasure and he pushed himself gently deeper.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good" she said out loud and Dave had to agree. Vaguely, in the distance, you could hear the store tannoy sending out sales messages about special offers but neither of them were that fussed, their attentions drawn to each other.

"Does your husband mind you doing this?" Dave asked as he pounded his meat deep into her. She groaned between her laboured breathing.

"Who cares?" she responded.

"Have you cheated on him before?"

"Mmm, you bet" Jenny replied, thrusting her hips back into his. Dave's fingers found her clit and he stimulated it, frigging and fucking her.

"You're a bit of a randy bitch, aren't you?" Dave replied, his sensations increasing.

"Fuck me and I'll tell you" Jenny responded, her humour as dry as ever.

"When do you want me to stop?" Dave asked, his own breathing increasing.

"When hell freezes over" she panted. His fingers worked her clit and she pushed back against his love rod, the penetration as deep as it could be, her arousal intensifying as her climax built. Dave was trying to hold onto his climax but could not contain himself, his ejaculation catching Jenny by surprise and the thought of Dave's warm sticky spunk in her sent her over the top and her climax struck. Jenny's body seemed momentarily paralysed as her muscles contracted, her breathing suspended until the climax abated. She felt exhausted and as her muscles began to relax, she could feel Dave's heart rate pounding through the big vein in his dick which was still buried inside her.

"You've not lost your touch" Jenny said, smiling as she felt Dave's erection slide out of her with a slurping sound.

"You could use a bit more practise" Dave jested with her. "When can we do it again?"

They both laughed and gathered their clothing. Dave picked up her old panties and stuffed them in his pocket, a little momento of his interaction with his horny ex girlfriend.

Jenny was clipping up her bra when a voice echoed down from above. It was the fire service. Dave and Jenny responded whilst dressing, their voices calm despite the slight panic. Panic soon lead to amusement and they laughed.

"Fancy a proper drink at the pub?" Dave said. Jenny smiled.

"Yes. Why not?" She was in no hurry to get back to her boring shit of a husband.

"Maybe we could do this again?" Dave suggested. Jenny assumed he did not mean going for a drink together. Her train of thought imagined how erotic it could be if she could have Dave while hubby watched. Or maybe if she were to invite Mark, her boyfriend she'd dated after she'd split with Dave.

A wicked smile appeared on her face. What about both of them? Now there's a thought.

"You up for a challenge?" she said to Dave as the lift doors were prised apart.

"What sort of challenge?" he replied, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Buy me a drink, big boy, and I'll tell you" she said, giving his bum a playful squeeze before as the left the department store.