An Elevator Ride

I was sorely tempted to cut and run, pack a couple of suitcases and a big trash bag with my winter clothing, put them in my car and leave. Oddly I hadn't really planned for the aftermath, other than her pleading for me to stay. Driving along I thought about it and realized that I had really done nothing wrong, beating the shit out of Wolf, was only simple justice. Why should I be the one to further disrupt my life to move out, find a new place to live?

Besides her mom lived across town, so it would be no great inconvenience for her to go there, so to help her, when I got home I packed her shit into two suitcases with three trash bags for the bulky stuff, put them in the hall, and ordered pizza delivered. I canceled credit cards, using what little savings we had to pay them off. I opened a very good bottle of wine Karen had been saving for two years, waiting for a special occasion, which this certainly was, had three glasses of it and felt much better. In fact I was looking forward to the coming set to.

Karen's story

Jonathan was in many ways an excellent dalliance for her. He lived in Pittsburg, so he wasn't around much and wouldn't become a bother. Plus he was a marketing consultant for her company, so they could talk and e mail without danger of her husband intercepting their communications. They were in phone contact daily anyway, and every couple of weeks or so he came to their office for a day or two. He was slightly shorter than her, but very solidly built, with a sparkling laugh. He has that fresh scrubbed look, groomed impeccably...bit of a head turner he was.

They had been flirting harmlessly for weeks and were in her cubical analyzing a proposal her department made for business that was awarded to others.. He was leaning over her shoulder as she was paging through the proposal on her computer, realizing with embarrassment of just how bad, in the light of her new training, the thing was..

She was wearing a blouse that was a bit low cut for office wear, so when she glanced up, saw he was staring at her tits, and seeing more than she intended to display.

"You nasty man, stop that."

She kept her voice down. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, making her shiver, as he whispered,

"Undo one more button for me."

She paused, clutching her blouse to her breast bone. This was past flirting. No not flirting at all! She knew what would happen if she did this.

"Please!" He added.

She released her clutched blouse, made her decision, and with awkward finger tips, undid one button. Green light meant go! He leaned over her, pointed to one corner of the computer screen and said:

"Show me what's down there"

As she moved the mouse down there, he placed his other hand on her collar bone, and slid it down between her breasts. His hand electrified her, in part because people were all around, although he was blocking the entrance to the cubical and they couldn't see where that hand was, but she certainly knew it was where his hand ought not to be.

"Let's see where we're going with this slide."

As he drew his fingers up her breast bone and across the tops of her breasts, causing her to break out in a blush.

"This up here,"

gesturing to the top of the slide with one hand while the other roamed over her exposed chest...

"The presentation of th display is everything! The purpose of this part of the display isis to get the viewer's interest, what is certainly does well... and then it has to naturally draw attention downward to the bullet points."

His had slid his hand over her bra and nipped a nipple as he said bullet points.

"Bullet points are really important. Now if there are too many bullet points, it's ineffective. Do you know how many there should be?"

His hand slid to her other breast and tweaked that nipple as well. Karen's tongue was frozen. She was speechless! An image of statue of an Indian deity with dozens of breasts came to mind.

His hand continued marauding, as it shed her modesty. She was letting, no encouraging him to molest her more or less in public. His fingers slid under her bra, but it was a little smaller than was comfortable so there wasn't much room, and the pressure on her tit was exquisite. He slowly rotated his hand, catching her stiff nipple between two of his fingers.

"Well? How many do you have here?"

"Ah...two points?"

Right! Just two points here, and you could possibly have a third one. Now where should the third point be? You would expect it to be the major point."

He extracted his hand from her tits and slid it down to her crotch.

"Down below? Right?"

"Right you are Karen!"

His fingers were massaging her mons as she parted her thighs and gave access to the flesh around her clit, and she was completely flustered. And whispered to him:

"Jonathan...oh god what are you doing to me?"

"The attraction down below is the feature attraction, the most important one on the slide. Do you see that? How do you know that?"

He took his hand off of her snatch, reached for her wrist, and placed her hand his pants over his cock and innocently asked:

"By any chance do you think you find hard copy of this in the file room?"

Her voice shook a little:

"There's probably one, It'll take a while to find it, but you can help me look."

She wobbled a bit with flushed face on the way to the file room. They locked the door.

"Hope you're ready Karen, because we don't have much time."

"Jesus I'm ready!"

She clutched him with a open mouth kiss. He returned it, but it was not what he wanted just at that moment. He turned her around, bent her over a chair, reached under her skirt and pulled her granny panties to the floor. It was speed fucking. She flipped up her skirt and unhooked her bra while he dropped his pants and eased his cock into her cunt. He needn't have to worried about her being ready, she was wet and he was slick. He fucked her hard, it wasn't love making, and was none too gentle with her dangling tits. She had no complaints and came quickly, stifling her cries.

"Stop! I'm too sensitive!"

He was still hard, pulled out, stood her up and he sat on the chair and told her to straddle him. She'd never done it that way before, on a chair and all, but with him sucking on her nipples, and playing with her asshole, when he said he was cumming, she clamped down on him and had her second orgasm.

She stood up, shivered with two little orgasm echoes, his semen dripping from her cunt when she felt his hands on her shoulders, firmly pushing down. She knew what he wanted, and with barely concealed distaste she knelt in front of him staring at his sodden pubic hair and dripping cock. She rather liked a bit of cock sucking, but preferred it at the beginning of sex, and never at the end of things when it was...messy, but she, as a figure of speech, kept her mouth shut, and let his sticky, smelly, slithering snake into her mouth.

His cum was stronger tasting than her husband's, with vagina overtones. Not so bad, really. She shivered as yet another mini orgasmic aftershock tickled her loins, causing her to press her thighs together. Her thighs were cold and clammy from her draining pussy. Comparing the taste of his cock to the taste of coffee, his would be bold vs her husband's mild. Well he wasn't getting hard, thank god as time was running here, so she stood up and tried to make herself presentable. She mopped herself as best she could with her panties, and finished by wrapping them in waste paper and hiding them in the trash. They grabbed a proposal at random and went back into the main office, Karen detouring to the john for a better clean up.

Still, exciting though it was, fucking in the office was fucking dangerously. On his next trip, she left work an hour early, and they fucked in his hotel room, her arriving home an hour late, not enough to elicit comment from her husband. Her only complaint with Jonathan was he was very controlling; always wanting her to lift this leg, move that way and do this way. He never developed a flow that carried and sustained the pleasure. She would have to mention that next time and be more proactive.

Karen thought sex with Jonathan was the most exciting thing that had happened to her in as long as she could remember, even better than her trip to Disney World when she was ten. She had been anticipating this coming trip like a child did summer vacation.

Two weeks later, she was disappointed, thinking she wouldn't get a chance to be alone with Jonathan this week, because they were taking her mother out for her birthday that night, and Marcus scheduled a lunch meeting with her and another person at the Broad Moor Hotel the next day. Oh joy when at the last minute Marcus had to meet with clients in Baltimore and had postponed the lunch. Jonathan was going back home that evening and checked out of his hotel, so she had the bright idea of going halves and renting a hotel room that afternoon.

So she found herself happily sitting in the dining room of the Broad Moor hotel, gazing with besotted eyes at Jonathan. She was flushed with excitement, teased with excitement, squeezing her thighs together and wiggling around in her seat. With embarrassment she remembered her mom wisecracking such behavior was called 'twitchy twat'. Everything Jonathan was saying seemed erotically charged to her, although if someone else were to overhear it, it would be rather vacuous banter as neither of them was quick witted.

Her hands were sweaty, and she kept sipping ice water so the cold glass would cool them and he wouldn't think them clammy. Not that he would have cared...he wasn't much focused on her hands. Frankly, lunch couldn't be over soon enough for either of them.. After being so good all her life, always staying on the yellow brick road, and never going into the dark woods, she felt so bad doing this! And it felt so good! It was funny that like little red riding hood's mother, her husband was afraid of a wolf too. She giggled out loud because she had never thought of it before, but it was too funny! Jonathan's last name was Lamb!

"What's so funny Karen? Surly it wasn't the Flyer's game last night."

Which was what he had been blathering about. The waiter gave them the check Jonathan signed it.

"Oh, my husband thinks Marcus Wolf is trying to or already is sleeping with me, and of course he isn't. Never even hinted he was interested! So my husband's afraid of the Wolf, when it's a Lamb that's after his hen!"

They both started laughing that morphed into loud belly laugh hysterics with tears running down, drawing unwanted attention to themselves.

All that ice water had filled Karen's bladder and she laughed to the point just short of peeing herself as they left the restaurant. They were walking into the elevator, when Karen said

"Gimme the key, I hafta pee!"

They laughed again at the alliteration, and he gave her the key. She felt she looked sexy. She didn't have any really short skirts, so she had rolled the waistband of one of her shorter ones to show more leg. She hadn't done that since high school. They snuggled in the elevator, not really noticing they had company in there, but it didn't really matter, they weren't being lewd, or anything. When the door opened on to the fifth floor, Karen rushed out, driven by lust and a full bladder, both powerful motivators.

She didn't notice that when the elevator doors shut, no one was with her in the hall, or moments later in the room. Sitting on the toilet peeing like a mare, she nattered away, oblivious to the lack of listeners. She patted herself dry with ¬¬a toilet choking wad of paper, and let her underpants slide off her feet onto the floor. No point putting them on only to take them off again! Wasn't that the truth...she giggled out loud.

Now aware of the silence, she came into the room unbuttoning her blouse and called:

"Lambkins! Where are you?"

Clearly not in the room, she clutched her blouse closed, opened the door and carefully peered around it, looking into the hall. Not there either. She closed the door wondering what had happened to him, and concluded he must have forgot what room they were in. It didn't make a lot of sense to think this, but then lust drives out sense every time.

Resolute for the moment, she sat on the bed and waited. Anxious to do something, she stood up, buttoned her blouse and went into the hall planning to go down to the lobby, figuring that as she had the key, he would have had to ask the desk what room he was in.

The End is Near

She heard an elevator going down just before she hit the down button, so she just missed that one. She jabbed the button twice as if that would speed things up. It seemed to take forever, but when the other elevator finly arrived, the door jerked open and she screamed as Jonathan was sprawled on the floor loosely lying in a fetal position, a pool of blood forming from his broken nose and shattered mouth.

She was horrified, panicked, hyperventilating. The door started to close on it's macabre rider, which ended her paralysis; she jumped into the elevator to see what she could do, causing the doors to bang back open each time they hit her ass.

She felt some relief when Jonathan moaned and moved a little. He was alive at least for now! She jabbed the door close button and the lobby button compulsively. Maddeningly the damn elevator seemed so slow as it sunk to the lobby floor. When the doors opened she screamed and hollered for help and without waiting for help to arrive, bent over, grabbed him under his arms and gave a mighty tug, lifting what she could and dragging the rest of him half out of the elevator. He screamed in agony as his broken ribs shifted, and she began shrieking in pain when her back went out and her back muscles spasmed.

She cried out in agony dropping Jonathan, his head making a thunk as it hit the terrazzo floor, she steadied herself, clutching the arm of a chair, unable to straighten up at all. The elevator door was closing on Jonathan's waist but he was unconscious. Their screams, and yelling had gotten the attention they disserved as two maids from the laundry, and the desk clerk came running.

The door jammed bell began ringing in the elevator adding to the commotion. Seeing the queer hunch back woman shrieking over her bloody victim, they kept a safe distance and called the manager, while the elevator doors marked time opening, closing, banging on Jonathan, bell ringing to call yet more attention if that was possible.

Karen was hunched over, her upper body parallel to the floor, her head cranked sideways looking up at everybody as she hollered incoherently about lambs and doctors and wolf and do something!

The manager, who knew a nutter when he saw one, took one look and called the police and an ambulance in that order. He sent the desk man to get the elevator key, and the maids to keep the curiosity seekers the commotion had attracted at a distance. It had a calming effect when they locked the elevator which stopped the door rattling and bell ringing.

Karen was mortally embarrassed to be caught in a hotel with her lover, and realized it was likely that her reason for being there would come out, and once out, might somehow get back to Chris. If she had been able to walk, she would have done so and left Jonathan to his fate. Such a compromising situation became more so when the ambulance came and they found no knife or gunshot wounds, which raised the question of, what happened to him. She wanted to know too, of course, but a police investigation might turn up things best left buried.

Jonathan's injuries while painful, probably weren't life threatening, but certainly needed professional attention at the hospital. She wasn't kin, as far as they could determine, so her request to ride in the ambulance was denied. As she could go nowhere, the police questioned her.

Had he been shot, or something, the police would have had things to look for that would have had nothing to do with her, but as that was not the case, this was the worst case, the scene peaked their curiosity, and they wanted to get to the bottom of it because their joy was often boring ane this was interesting. She had no choice but to tell the police what little she knew about the events that had swirled around her, and of course she had to fess up to why she and Jonathan were there in the first place.

The officer was very professional and quite neutral towards her, but she could see, he had dropped noticeably in his respect for her.

"Mrs. Ryan, do you have any idea who might have assaulted Mr. Lamb? Did you see anyone you recognized in the hotel?"

"Well, no. I think I've seen the desk clerk before, but no. No one I know."

"And there is no one you suspect might have had a motive to assault Mr. Lamb?"

"Of course not! He only comes to Philly a couple of times a month, he doesn't even know hardly anyone."

"Are you and your husband on good terms?"

"What are you implying?"

"Just asking a question."

"Yes, of course we are."

"Where do you think he is this afternoon?"

"I don't know. He works from home, and comes and goes. He certainly had no idea that...I'm sorry, I said that wrong. This was a business lunch, and not something that would come to his attention."

"Right you are then! Well, we'll interview the staff and check surveillance cameras, but if Mr. Lamb wishes us to pursue this further, he should file a complaint as soon as he is able."

Jonathan's car was down the street, but she didn't have the key, and couldn't drive it in her condition. The cop's ex wife had cheated on him, so he wasn't going to offer to drive her either. It was the hotel manager who was eager to get rid of her, so he offered her the choice of a taxi or another ambulance, she took the taxi option.

It arrived in moments, the taxi driver held one arm, and the manager the other as she hobbled painfully to the curb, still bent over parallel to the ground.

Faced with the open door to the taxi, she realized that with her back locked, she couldn't sit on the seat! She had no choice but to very slowly crawl in and ride on all fours to the hospital. She needed the men to lift first one leg then the other so she could ease herself onto the seat, on her hands and knees.

The two men behind her were guffawing at some god damn thing instead of sticking to the business at hand. When the driver finely pulled into traffic the jounces were agony, but much worse was the draft of air she felt on her ass. She carefully reached around and discovered that her dress which she had rolled to shorten earlier apparently had ridden up higher still, and with her panties on the hotel room floor, the cop, the driver, and good knows who, had a good look at her naked ass.

The men helping her, lifting her legs, why they were close enough to pluck her pubic hairs! Cell phone cameras must have clicked! The realization of this was yet another humiliation, she started to cry. When they stopped at a light, she supposed she was mooning the folks on the sidewalk.

It was the end. She sobbed at the unfairness that this afternoon, which has started with such joy, and was ending up so miserably! It simply wasn't right!

She thought briefly about calling the office, but realized that perhaps the less said there the better. Jonathan wasn't going to report this, but that didn't change the fact that he was seriously beaten up, and she could think of no reasonable way it could have happened. In the hotel, he had been right behind her in the hall, and it was like...like he was beamed aboard some spaceship, battered and tortured, and then...beamed down into the elevator. No wonder people believe in these UFO's. It's impossible, but what the hell other explanation was there?

No doubt Chris would have figured it out, but god save her if he ever found out. Alien abduction would certainly not fly with him. She began to wonder not for the first time, if Lambkins was worth the risk. She tried to fix her dress, but needed both hands to support herself against the jouncing of the cab. Oh well, at this point, so what if more people saw her twat. They got her out of the cab the same way she went in, slid her onto her side on the gurney and the nurse, a man, wouldn't you know it, covered her with a sheet. She asked about the taxi fare, but, her lucky day, the hotel paid it to get rid of her.