Caretakers - Elevator Games

Something was different, Stacey knew it immediately.

She couldn't help it, she had worked with Mark for over a year now, and she knew every posture, every facial expression, every mood. She watched him, she had to admit it to herself if not to him. She was absolutely nuts about him.

She was pretty sure he knew, she wasn't much good at keeping things hidden from the world. If she was pissed at someone, they knew it. If she liked someone, they knew it. In Mark's case, it was all she could do every night they worked together not to tear his clothes off in a frenzy, and she was pretty sure he knew it.

She tried to keep herself under wraps the best she could. She was a sex-fanatic and she knew it. It wasn't that she was especially hot to look at, or brilliant. She just loved to fuck and she refused to feel bad about it. It freed her up from a lot of hang ups, and a lot of her past partners had enjoyed that fact that, no matter how weird or kinky they thought their fetishes were, she was willing to at least talk about it without judging. It was an openness that usually afforded her no end of sexual partners if she was looking for one. This time around though, she'd been two year without anyone, male or female and for her that was just about forever.

The problem was Mark. Stacey didn't know what it was about him, but since she'd met him he filled her thoughts. It was like he burned with a sexual energy that answered her own. Now everyone else she'd ever know seemed like that had just been an appetizer before the main course.

He was the first man she'd ever been attracted to who was almost as short as she was. Previously her dates had been med close to or over six feet. Mark was probably not more than 5'6" but he took excellent care of himself, and something in Stacey thought that it might be nice not to have to stand on her tiptoes to kiss a man for once.

Mark was also an older guy, but that wasn't a problem for Stacey. She'd discovered long ago that older men made better lovers. They were slower and more willing to try new things. They were usually delighted to have a younger woman in their bed and pleasing her was usually a much higher priority for them than it was for younger guys who just wanted to get their rocks off. Additionally, older men tended to have some interesting kinks that they had kept bottled up for a long time, and being with someone who was willing to talk freely about them, and often to even let them try the things they had fantasized about made them desire her all the more.

The problem was, this main course was off limits. He was married and very obviously in love with his wife, no matter what her physical condition. No matter how flexible Stacey's ethics might be in other areas, breaking up a happy household, especially one with so much tragedy, wasn't her style. Now, had Mark OFFERED, that would have been a different story. In the meantime, she tried in vain to keep the flirting to a minimum and not make Mark uncomfortable around her. After all, he was not only sexy as hell, but the best co-worker she's ever had and she didn't want to screw that up.

She'd had offers since meeting Mark, but no one appealed to her. It would have been different if Mark hadn't wanted her, but she saw him watching her sometimes, and once, when the elevator had been crowded, her rump had ended up pressed up against him and she knew she'd felt him stirring to life inside his black oh-so tight jeans. It had been the hardest thing she'd ever done not to wiggle up against him.

This time something had changed though. Mark wasn't watching her out of the corner of his eye, tonight it was blatant. There was an open hunger there that she hadn't seen before, and she felt her body responding even as she tried to remain professional and get her work done. The night seemed to stretch into eternity as her nipples began to ache from being erect for so long inside her silk bra. She began to fall into a constant stream of daydreams where she wondered what it would be like if he spilled her huge breasts out of their red silky prison right there on the floor and gave them the attention they so desperately wanted. Before the shift was a third over she was so wet she thought she could have fucked a baseball bat without any foreplay.

Around 3am, Stacey decided she might be going mad from pent-up lust. She almost didn't hear the boss calling her so caught up was she in locking eye with Mark across the room. In fact, had Mark not broken eye contact and answered Reanne, things might have gotten awkward very quickly. As it was, Stacey turned with a sleepy smile and hoped Reanne would assume she was just tired and doing a "mental doze" on the job. It was certainly better than admitting was really was on her brain!

What Reanne was after was that a patient needed transporting to another unit for specialized care. Transports were a two person job, usually one from their unit and one from the receiving unit. On special occasions however, when the other units were especially swamped, their unit got the fun of providing both transporters. Tonight, it seemed, was going to be a special occasion.

Stacey pushed the patient's wheelchair into the elevator, and for the second time in the VERY long year she had worked with Mark she felt herself press up again his leg and gritted her teeth, trying not to do anything stupid. True, the patient was facing away from the, but she wasn't sure what was going on with Mark and didn't want to risk everything by pushing her hopes into reality. So she remained very still and tried to slow her breathing.

Deliberately, Mark's hand traced its way up her hip, and in the few brief seconds before the door opened, he gripped her hard and pulled her against, pressing in to her so she couldn't help but feel his intention against her. She took a deep breath and stepped away from him as the door chimed and pushed the patient out onto the second floor and tried to look like nothing unusual had happened.

The patient safely deposited, they returned to the elevator, chair in tow. The wheelchairs folded up, so there was considerably more room in the ancient elevator than there had been. Newer elevators had to be large enough to hold gurneys, but their building was so old that only one of the elevators fit modern requirements. If a patient could be transported in a chair, they still used the old elevators since it made the trip much shorter.

Stacey turned to the door to see Mark holding down the "door close" button without pushing a destination. As the doors slid soundlessly shut, he crossed the two short steps around the folded chair towards her.

"I can't take this anymore." His already low voice now sounded like a growl in the small space.

Stacey began to apologize; for what she wasn't even sure. She didn't know what to do with this sudden change, or with the look in Mark's eye. She had only gotten her mouth open when he grasped her hand and pressed it up against him. Instinctively she wrapped her hand as well as she could around the mound under her fingers.

He was big, bigger than she would have expected for a man not much taller than her 5'1" Constrained in his jeans, she couldn't tell how long he was, but his girth made her imagination go wild and she moaned slightly in hopeful anticipation. Her moan and her touch made him press harder against her, and she watched his head tilt back and his eye drop closed. His mouth was slightly open and he looked as if her touch, slight as it was, had intoxicated him beyond all control.

"What do you want me to do?"

She was shocked by her own whisper, but knew that anything he wanted in this moment she would do her best to give him. She had never been able to resist a man's hunger; her sexual nature simply wouldn't allow it. Mark's hunger moved something in her she had never felt before. This was beyond hunger, this was lust, and of a primal, primitive sort she had dreamed of but never thought was real.

He spoke as if the words were being pulled out of him by force.

"Your mouth. I want your mouth."

A shudder of lust went through her. The danger of getting caught, blowing her co-worker in the hospital elevator was so exciting that she thought just visualizing it might make her orgasm. Her fingers tightened around his cock and Mark made another hunger-filled sound and ground himself into her hand.

Still. Stacey felt her annoying little ethics whispering in the back of her head. If they got caught, she lost her job and that would suck. Mark, however, would lose everything. On the other hand, she didn't want to ruin the mood, or insult him now that she had what she so desperately wanted in her hand.

Stacey decided that talking dirty was always a good a compromise.

"I want your cock. I was to slide you in my mouth and then have you fuck my pussy until it hurts. Then I want to lick my taste off you until you come in my mouth. Let me take you home with me this morning. I want to do it right."

Mark groaned again at the visual she was painting and drew her in for another kiss and then took a step back, fighting control himself.

"My dick is going crazy. I think about you and out of the blue I'm so hard it hurts. I can't take this anymore. I want your clitoris between my lips and my cock in your mouth. I want to make you scream."

Stacey felt her eyes glaze over. She'd never had a man talk to her like that. Oh, guys loves to say "suck it baby" or whatever when she was blowing them, but this was different. The passion in Mark's voice wasn't an attempt to get her into bed; it was a promise of what he was going to do to her when they got there. She felt her fingers fumbling at his belt and consequences be damned. She wanted to see him, to touch him, to TASTE him so badly she couldn't think.

Mark closed his hands over hers and heard him take a deep breath.

"You're right - we can't do this here as much as I want to. The thought of you on your knees right here..."

Stacey watched a shudder go through him and he gripped his crotch and tried to find a position less uncomfortable.

"But I want to make you enjoy it to, and that I can't do here. But, if you are serious, I would really like to come by this morning when we get done here."

Stacey looked at Mark and saw uncertainty. He wasn't confused over whether or not this was what he wanted, he was past that now. But she realized, now that he had brought it to a head, he was afraid he might reject him. If she had been a cock tease, this would be the perfect time for her to pull back, second guess or worse, she might be one of those bitches who would laugh at him and tell the whole place how this older guy had thought he might actually make it with her.

Stacey wasn't that kind of girl. Leaning forward she pressed a gentle kiss against his lips and stepped back before he could pull her in and make it deeper. Reaching behind her she pressed the elevator button and listened to the machinery start up as they began their descent.

As the doors opened, she stepped by him, brushing her fingers gently across his still hard groin and whispered.

"I'll see you at eight."