Elevator Ch. 02

Chapter Two - Sally

The Prudential Building had a gymnasium in the basement. It was on Lower Level One, located above the Parking levels.

The occupants of the Prudential Building complained that only two of the bank of six elevators serviced the lower levels; if you were coming down from above the ground floor you were likely to have to get out and change.

Not that Sally was concerned; she was going up. She had changed into her gym gear on the eleventh floor and gone down to use the gym. It was her ritual to do so every day after work. She could take her workout clothes down to the gym and change in and out of her office attire there; but she hated the smell of the crowded gymnasium women's change room. By changing on the eleventh floor after work she had the small ladies room to herself. None of the secretaries worked back much after seven pm.

One of the two elevators had a sign that read 'out of order' taped to the door. Sally tutted and was about to press the elevator call button when the other elevator arrived. The bell binged and the little arrow pointed up. Perfect!

Sally was scrolling on her phone when she entered the elevator and barely took notice of the man in the dark suit at the back of the elevator. She absentmindedly pressed the button for the eleventh floor dropping her gym bag to the floor and was delighted when the elevator shot past ground where it often stopped to pick up more passengers. But being so late in the day it wasn't surprising.

What was surprising was when the elevator suddenly shuddered to a halt and the lights went out.

"Fuck!" Sally barked.

Her face reddened in the dark.

"Sorry. It's just I'm in a rush. I'm going out with my boyfriend tonight," Sally apologised.

The man at the back of the car said nothing.

Sally shrugged and pointed the light from her phone at the blank call buttons and pressed them all. Nothing happened. She used the light to open the door to the emergency phone and found that some vandal had ripped the cord out.

"Fuck! Well at least the air conditioning is working," Sally said hopefully.

"Isn't there supposed to be emergency lighting?" she asked hopefully.

Still nothing from the man.

"Talkative type aren't you," she said sarcastically.

She stared at the face of her phone and her heart sank. There were no little bars; she had no connection.

"What about you? Do you have any service?" she called out to the man.

Nothing.

"Fuck!" she spat and began sliding and pushing keys on her phone.

Her hands were still greasy from the gym and she dropped it. It skittered across the floor and the glow from its screen faded. The elevator was dark, the only light source a single LED.

Sally was picky about her sports clothing and liked to show off her toned body. She was wearing black Lorna Jane seamless tights with sheer inserts in the thighs and a pink lycra sports bra that hugged her small firm breasts and exposed her midriff. Her feet were shod in pink Nike trainers and white anklets.

She knew that some of the girls at the gym laughed at her for leaving her makeup on while she worked out, but to Sally, looking good was as important as feeling good. Her eye makeup was heavy; black eyeliner and mascara, contrasted with mauve eyeshadow. She wore rouge to define her fine cheekbones and red long-lasting lipstick on her pouted lips.

Her long blonde hair was worn in a ponytail. At twenty-three years of age she was the epitome of the young city girl who wore the right clothes, drank the right coffee, went to the right nightclubs and only dated the right handsome young professional men.

Her makeup, like her gym clothes was expensive; Maybelline and Loreal. Her perfume had intermingled with the perspiration from her workout as it dried in the cool air and she was glad she didn't smell bad; even if the guy in the elevator was being a jerk.

Sally was totally shocked when the man came for her in the dark. He pushed her against the wall of the elevator and used his strength to hold her there. When she got over the shock she began to struggle but by then the man had one of her arms bent up behind her back and his other forearm pressed down on the back of her neck. She couldn't move without extreme pain.

"Stop it! Stop it fuck you!" she tried to kick out at him.

The man pressed down on her neck and lifted her arm causing her more pain and Sally stopped struggling.

The man was using his bodyweight to hold her against the wall and she could feel his growing erection pressing into her buttocks. She wished she were wearing anything else except the skimpy PT gear.

The man removed the arm that he was using to force her neck down and Sally felt the man fumbling around in his suit jacket. She heard the unmistakable sound of duct tape being ripped off the roll. The man must have the end of the tape in his teeth and the roll in his hand. Sally tried her luck but the man was waiting for her to move he pulled her wrist viciously up her back and thrust her against the wall with his body.

Sally hissed with the pain but refused to cry out.

"All right! All right!" she went limp.

The man forced both of Sally's wrists in front of her waist and began to bind them together with the heavy-duty duct tape. Now she really started to panic.

"Help! Help!" she screamed but her cries only seemed to echo around the elevator.

The man chuckled and bit off a length of tape and put it across her mouth stifling her screams.

Except for her feet, Sally was now neatly bound and the man simply held her against the wall with one hand while he took off his jacket, shirt and tie with the other hand and dropped them on the floor. Sally heard his belt unbuckle and his flies unzip and she began to tremble. She heard the man's trousers fall around his feet and he kicked them off followed by his underpants.

The man pressed his naked body against her, his hard cock nestled the valley of her Lorna Jane seamless tights; he thrust it between her lycra-clad cheeks. The tights were sheer and fitted like a second skin; she could feel the girth of the man's cock through the smooth elastin fabric. The man gripped Sally's hips and humped away at her smooth, tight ass. Sally screamed silently into the tape.

Sally heard the man moan with pleasure as he moulded himself to her, his hands moved to her breasts and he stroked them through the slinky, figure-hugging material. He didn't grope or paw; he caressed them; hefted their weight and stroked her nipples with his thumbs. He had also stopped rutting at her bottom and was now slowly thrusting himself between her legs; enjoying the feel of her soft, slippery tights on his cock.

Sally's body was involuntary responding to the man's ministrations. Her nipples hardened as he caressed them and she was enjoying the sensations of his hard cock stroking her shaved pubis through her tights. She felt herself become moist.

The man sensed her compliance; he slipped his hands inside her sports bra and stroked her breasts; he tweaked her nipples and felt them harden. Then to his delight he felt her adjust her stance, open her legs wider so that his erection rubbed directly on her mons. He heard her moan with lust and he reached around removed the tape from her mouth.

He spun her around and kissed her, crushing his lips against hers. His hands went back to her breasts and he yanked down her bra and lowered his face to her firm globes and licked them, flicking his tongue across her nipples, making her moan louder.

Sally lifted her bound wrists and placed them over the man's head so that she was locked in his embrace. His cock pushed into her silken-clad mound. Sally lifted herself on the balls of her feet so that the man's cock was rubbing on her vagina; his glans pushing into her through the opaque silken tights. She rutted against him and lifted his face so she could kiss him.

The man gripped her thighs and lifted her clear of the floor; she clung onto him as he pressed her against the elevator wall; wrapping her legs around his waist. Now she was able to meet his thrusts, the scanty seamless tights the only impediment to him penetrating her.

The man let go of one thigh and Sally wrapped her legs tight around the man and clung to him as his hand slid inside the waistband of her tights. She thought he was going to pull them down but his hand snaked deeper and his fingers found her sopping cunt. He stroked her through the clinging folds of her sex, stroking her clitoris and inserting two fingers into her vagina.

Sally screamed into his mouth but it was a cry of lust not rage.

Sally bucked and writhed with pleasure as this man forced her to enjoy carnal pleasures in the total dark and silence of the stalled elevator. Everything was tactile, she could not see the man, only feel him, smell him, taste him; and he her. It was erotic, extremely stimulating, naughty, wanton. All these words flew through her mind as her vagina became wetter and responsive to the man's ministrations. Confrontation had become resistance, which became reluctance, which became compliance, and had now become complicity.

She wanted the stranger. She kissed him and tasted his breath. It was fresh like spearmint, his aftershave was exotic, and the feel of his flesh against her lycra-clad body and exposed skin was provocative, exciting! This mature, rough, hard-bodied man was different to the frail hipsters or slick-haired, pale-skinned executive types she usually fucked.

The man removed his fingers from her vagina and Sally was forlorn; the man had her wanting more, he knew how to work her down there, how to excite and delight her with his fingers. Where so many men had disappointed her; this stranger, assaulting her in an elevator, knew exactly how to gratify her with his hands.

The man scratched his fingernail against the crotch of her tights, eventually poking a finger through the elastin and lycra blend. He removed his hand form her tights and placed it back on her thigh and manipulated her torso trying to align his penis with hole he had made in her tights. Sally sensed what he was doing and she assisted, moving her buttocks around until the glans of the man's penis found the little hole he'd made. He thrust upward and she bore downward until it popped through.

Sally moaned as the tip of the man's penis entered her. But she wanted it all. She punched down with all her might and the hole in her tights ripped open enough to allow the man's erection to slide all the way through and all the way inside her.

Sally locked her ankles behind the man's back and she began to fuck him while he supported her weight. She pressed her breasts to his bare chest and kissed him deeply as she fucked him. She wanted to use all of her body and all of his body to experience maximum stimulation.

The man kissed Sally, driving his tongue into her mouth, he gyrated his hips and met her thrusts to ensure maximum penetration ensuring that his pubis ground against her to stimulate her clitoris. He held her thighs and fucked her harder and faster as she responded and fucked him back. His mouth alternated between her face and breasts, suckling her teats, nibbling them, biting them until she screamed than smashing his lips into hers and driving his tongue into her sweet mouth.

They felt their orgasms approaching and the man pushed her into the wall so he could drive his rampant cock all the way inside her. He pulled her ponytail so her head was forced back and he could suck and bite her neck as he ejaculated deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed. Sally fought him, her legs quivered as she thrust against him, invoking her own orgasm. She ripped his face from her neck and kissed him; her cunt spasming, gripping his throbbing cock in her tight channel, squeezing the semen from him.

She rocked from side to side, twisting and grinding her cunt against him so that her clitoris was sufficiently stimulated as her orgasm came over her in waves of pleasure. They humped and ground against each other, gasping and moaning as they came together.

When they had finished coming the man continued to hold her pressed against the wall and Sally still clung to him. They kissed and nuzzled at each other tenderly like lovers.

"Who are you?" Sally whispered.

The man let go of Sally thighs and she dropped to her feet. They kissed again then the man looked at the luminous dial of his watch. He lifted Sally's hands from around his neck and unwrapped the duct tape. He kissed her passionately one last time and gently disengaged.

The men felt around in the dark, recovered his clothes and dressed. Sally pulled down her sports bra and adjusted her tights. She felt in the crotch. The hole the man had made wasn't really that big; the spandex had stretched to allow his big cock to penetrate them. Her tights were wet. Sopping wet with her secretions and the man's semen, which was still dribbling from her bruised vagina. Sally smiled; anyone who saw her would just think she'd just had a heavy workout, which was true in a way, and that's why her top and tights were soaked.

"Who are you?" she asked again.

The man had moved away from her but she sensed he wasn't too far away. She heard him clicking on something; his phone?

The lights suddenly came on and the lift jerked and then shot upwards with a force so strong that Sally fell to the floor.

The sudden bright light and the speed of the ascent disoriented Sally; her eyes were nearly blinded by the harsh fluorescent light after so long in the dark.

The doors opened suddenly and the man gently gut firmly eased her out of the car, slipped her phone into her gym bag and dropped the bag beside her.

The doors closed and Sally looked around momentarily confused until she realised she was on the eleventh floor. She looked at the numbers above the elevator and saw it had stopped on the ground floor.

"What the fuck was that!" she whispered to herself in the quiet corridor.

She started to make her way down to the ladies room, wondering if it had all been a dream. Her hand went down to her crotch and her finger explored the little hole in her tights. She bought the finger to her nose and sniffed it, then she licked it.

Sally smiled and skipped for a single step before she walked on determinedly.

The man got out of the elevator on the ground floor and walked across the foyer to a technician who was working on an open electrical panel.

"How was this one?" the technician asked.

"Good," the man replied.

"This one next month. She doesn't work here so we will have to time it perfectly when she visits," the man held up his phone and showed the technician a picture.

The woman was probably sixty but elegantly dressed and still beautiful. She exuded class even from the photo. She looked very much like the British actress Joanna Lumley.

"You're kidding right? You know who that is? There is no way..." the technician was bought up short.

The man gripped the technician by the collar with both hands.

"Her! Next Month!"

The man released the technician and looked around to make sure no one had seen the exchange. The foyer was empty this late in the day. The man started walking towards the street exit.

To be continued