Loving Lift Lady

A new subject for me. I would like to try writing about many different things, taking in many different subjects.

This story contains transgender sex and love. If this is a subject you do not like, I would advise you to move on.

As usual, all characters are 18+ and have been plucked from the mind of the writer. Any similarities to any real person or events, are purely coincidental.

Please enjoy my latest story.

***

I was nervous as hell as I arrived for my first day at work on that mild, September morning. I opened the heavy glass door and was signing in with reception, when I saw her for the very first time. The vision that will forever be locked in my mind as she wafted into the elevator was of flowing, light blonde hair, wavy in style that traveled all the way down to her slim waist. Her butt wasn't big, just enough for an ample, perfectly proportionate gateway to her long and slender legs. As the elevator door closed, she leaned in to probably look into the mirror on the back wall and as I stepped back to see if I could catch a glimpse of her face, the door slammed shut. I then thanked Jim, the security guard on the desk and headed to my training room, as directed by Jim.

Training was the usual routine of 'Ice-breaker' games, enrolment forms and a few of the other guys trying to be funnier than anyone else. I talked to a few guys who were around my age of 25 and they were equally as cheesed-off with the younger boys, disrupting the trainer. A few of the girls also spoke, Sarah and I struck up a conversation at the water-cooler. She was cool, getting married in just under a year to Sean. I had already checked Sarah out in the training room earlier, and with her shoulder length, black hair and her big boobs, I envied Sean immediately.

You may have guessed already, I had been single for quite a while and was at that stage where I "Fuck a cracked plate," as my friends had suggested. In truth, I was happy single after splitting with Laura, my childhood sweetheart, just 6 months ago. We had been together for 11 years and were supposed to each other's 'One and only,' until a March time mini-holiday in Ibiza with the girls had introduced her to cock number 2. She cried, as did I as she confessed her infidelity on that rainy evening when she arrived home to the apartment we rented together.

It wasn't the fact that she had made a mistake, I knew she was sorry. I was certain she still loved me, but when she confessed that they had slept together 3 nights, my trust was ripped to shreds which prompted me to move out of our home, and move to the city where I find myself now.

I had upgraded my wardrobe and looked good in my black trousers with soft, light blue shirt. I had invested in a new haircut too, my long black locks were gone from my ex's preferred style to that of, shaved on the bottom, spiked on top with a quiff at the front.

Soon, lunchtime arrived and with it, a trip to the canteen where everyone from administrators, IT consultants like myself, hospital doctors and nurses, to management would all share the same space. Of course I searched for the lady of the lift, with the flowing blonde hair that I had spotted, but to no avail. I later found out that lunchtime was rota based, and she must be on the other sitting.

My induction and training lasted a week, and then I was deployed to solve any technical issues that may arise. I didn't see 'Lift Lady' again for about 3 weeks until I answered a call from Neurology Receptionist, Melissa Munro, who had just arrived back from holiday to a dead laptop. She had been to visit family in South Africa and had a sexy, deep voice like the smoothest honey you could buy.

Again, I realised I need to get laid.

It was no good, Melissa could not be helped remotely, so I said I would pop up to her floor to check it out. I got in the lift and up to the 8th floor where the door open, to reveal the reception area and, to my jaw-dropping amazement, 'Lift Lady,' with her back to me, leaning into an old filing cabinet with her green, knee-length dress, clinging to every curve.

The lady sat at reception said, "Hi, How can I help you?" and I introduced myself as 'Lift Lady' turned around and said, "You must be for me," with a dazzling smile from her pearly white set, luscious, red lips.

Losing what little cool I had, I stumbled any coherent word I said, as the thought of 'FUCK, it's Michelle Pfeifer,' raced through my mind. She was glamorous, with perfectly applied makeup highlighting her high cheek bones, her rounded chin and those stunning, deep-blue eyes.

Eventually I found myself looking at the deceased laptop, with Melissa standing beside me, showing me what the issue was. I had figured out how to fix it in seconds, giving me ample time to bath in her natural heat and those almond, jasmine and chocolate aromas of her perfume, I gasped at her height when she stood to be about 3 inches shorter than my own 6ft and when her laptop flickered into life, her gentle touch on my arm and the melodic, "Thank you," from her glossy lips. I wanted to stay all day but I reluctantly tore myself away, and back to my IT office to the project I had been assigned.

***

I was to only see the object of my desire 2 more times until the weeks turned into months and Christmas arrived bringing with it, the staff party. I arrived with a few of my colleagues and was having a drink, when she arrived in a blue, long-sleeve wrapped dress encasing her thin body. No cleavage was on show, but a subtle hint of small breasts could be detected, if one looked closely......as I now realised I was doing.

Tony, one of the guys I was with, nudged me and I snapped me out of my trance as he joked, "Not checking out Melissa, are you? You might get more than you bargained for," as he laughed at his own comment.

I denied it, but couldn't help but wonder what he meant.

Later, I was standing at the bar, ordering another beer when I saw Melissa, standing at the other end of the bar, alone. I waved and said hello and she flashed those pearly-whites at me and returned my greeting. She then got her drink and returned to her colleague I had met, when I fixed Melissa's faulty laptop.

I watched her from afar all evening, captivated by her beauty. She didn't dance, nobody asked her that I could see, much to my confusion and we didn't speak again until later, near home time when we again, bumped into each other at the bar.

"Hi," I said, losing myself in her dreamy eyes as she radiated warmth.

"Hi, having a good night?" She asked, playing with her hair.

"Yeah, one or two car-crash drunks about I fear," I nodded, to someone sleeping on a chair,"

"Oh my god, what an idiot. Would you ever get in that state?" she exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth.

We chatted for a good 5 minutes before my colleague Tony appeared, looking for the beer I was getting him. I told Melissa I would see her and as I left, Tony leaned in and said, "No need to thank me," with that seedy laugh he had used when he saw me checking Melissa out earlier.

"From what? She's nice to talk to," I queried.

"Haha, you must have heard about 'Lady Melissa' and her little secret," he said, signing the inverted commas.

I was just asking what he meant when the guy who was previously asleep on the chair got up and immediately fell, bringing one of the doctors down with him. Much commotion followed and I never asked Tony to continue telling me what he meant.

Soon it was 1am and I was thinking about going home. Walking towards the door, I saw the crowd, including Melissa's friend and colleague, who had already tried to convince me to go out to a local nightclub. I couldn't help but notice that Melissa wasn't there too and as I put my coat on, she appeared and hugged her friend, shrugging off her requests to go clubbing too.

Honestly, I'm not a stalker, but we just happened to be walking in the same direction and struck up a conversation as we went. I learned that she's of South African heritage, is 23 and hasn't got a boyfriend. 'JACKPOT' I shouted internally and, as we had arrived at the taxi-rank, I went for broke and asked if she would like to go out one night. To my surprise, this goddess got really shy, bit her lip at one side and replied, "I don't date much, especially at work," and as I was about to tell her not to worry, with a dejected look she added, "What do you know about me?"

Again, alcohol fuelled bravery arose in me as I replied, "I know you're called Melissa and I've been besotted since I saw you, getting in the elevator on my first day at work," bringing a pretty smile to her confusingly concerned face.

Now chewing her lip, I threw her a lifeline when I said, "Look, you know my friends call me Ade, but you don't know the real me. My hair used to be long and these clothes are a sham, I'm really a geeky, small town dork called Adrian, who wears sweatpants around the house and likes eating gherkins from a jar."

A big smile had spread across her face as I rambled on. Eventually I stopped embarrassing myself and she looked down and then up to my eyes and said in her sexy accent, "Ok, Gherkin Guy, I'll go out with."

I laughed and she gave me a questioning look before I said, "Gherkin Guy eh? Ok then, "Lift Lady.....it's a date," and we both grinned at our new names for each other. We then swapped phone numbers and said good night as she got into a taxi and I walked to my apartment.

It took all my power not to text her immediately when I got home. I really couldn't get enough of this mystique creature with her billowing, blonde locks and her lithe, tall body. Was it cool to text so soon? I wasn't sure but then again, I wasn't cool so after about half an hour I texted, "Hey, Lift Lady. Hope you got home safely. Enjoyed our chat, hopefully see you soon," before I agonised about making the decision to hit 'Send,' and after I agreed with my inner self to do so, I waited. Almost right away I got 2 blue arrows to tell me she had red it. I waited some more, setting my phone beside me on the arm of the chair to resist temptation to see if 'Lift Lady is typing,' appeared.

It was about 10 minutes later as I was just thinking I'd blown it and was making a sandwich, that I heard the most important text of my life arriving.

"Hey, Ade, not long home. Thank you for waiting on a taxi with me. I enjoyed our chat very much."

I was just over-analysing the text, thinking that it was very formal, when a second text arrived saying, "I hope to see you soon too. Goodnight, Gherkin Guy. xx"

To say I was overjoyed would be an understatement, as I did a lap of my kitchen whilst holding my phone aloft. Soon, the alcohol won and I was passed out, asleep on my comfy chair with half a sandwich on my knee.

***

I didn't text her the following day, although I really wanted to. As luck would have it, the week before Christmas was crazy busy as our server went down twice bringing countless, subsequent problems. As luck would again have it, I hadn't seen Melissa all week until Wednesday afternoon, when I had my sleeves rolled up and hair looking greasy after almost pulling it out all morning, when I bumped into her in the canteen with her friend, whom she introduced as Gabby.

The three of us made small talk, I told them that I had been busy, explaining why I looked like a bomb had gone off in my hair and both girls chuckled, politely.

I didn't bump into her again that afternoon, but that evening I got a pleasant surprise when I received a test, and it was from Lift Lady.

LL "Hi, hoping you survived the day. xx"

ME: "It was touch and go for a while, I pity a lesser man to try getting through it"

LL: " LOL. You make me smile. I hope you don't binge on gherkins too much. xx

ME: "Oh no! She's got CCTV on me already," I replied as I sent her a photo of my current jar of green, gherkiny goodness.

LL: "😂

After much hesitation and self-doubt, I replied:

ME: "Is it too soon to ask you out on a date?"

LL: "Ask and find out.☺️"

Not wanting to seem too desperate, even though I was desperate to see her, I waited 5 whole minutes before I hit 'send' on a text asking her out on Friday. She declined, saying she was flying home for Christmas that day, but could do tomorrow evening for a drink. We agreed to meet at a bar close to her apartment, away from any prying eyes from work.

The next day in work I was on cloud 9 to the extent that some of the guys asked if I had got some action the night before. I simply couldn't wait for 7pm to come.

I got dressed in my best, designer jeans and my newest, blue shirt. I may as well have worn sweatpants, as when Melissa arrived, said hello and then removed her tan coloured, double breasted, knee length overcoat to reveal a champagne coloured, silk blouse that came down in a 'V' between her small breasts, and a black skirt with black boots, I felt slightly underdressed. She was quite simple spectacular, and I told her so.

The date went well, she laughed when I tried to be funny and we seemed to find each other interesting as we chatted about general, everyday things. She asked me how I ended up here and I told her about the breakup. "I'm not looking for a rebound hook-up," I blurted out before I could reach out and stop myself.

"Nice to know, I'm not a rebound hook-upeee" she said with her South African twanged accent, smiling but looking quite serious.

She then asked me if I had mentioned to anyone in work about our date and I assured her that I hadn't. "I think you might overestimate how sociable I am," I said.

"You can't be that bad, you asked me out," she replied.

"You're different," I said, clinking her glass of white wine with my beer bottle to a smile I would describe as 'Cagey'.

She then Asked me, "So, nobody told you anything about me?"

I made a joke of it and replied with, "What, that you're the hospital heartbreaker and have a trail of men at your feet?" Again, she gives me that nervous smile and little laugh.

Before we knew it, it's 11pm and as I had to get up for work in the morning, and Melissa had a plane to catch, we left. I walked her home and as we were stood outside in the chilly, December air, her high-heel boots make her the same height as me. She looked in my eyes as we said goodnight and I can tell there's something on her mind. She said, "I promised myself I would at least do one thing tonight, I hope you don't mind." With that, she reached into her handbag and produced a small piece of mistletoe, stretches it above us as she placed a kiss on my left cheek.

"No, I didn't mind that at all," I replied, holding her with my left arm around her slender back. I then just stared into her deep blue eyes before pulling her in for a gentle, tender, but nervous kiss on the lips. It was nothing too full-on, I was a gentleman on our first date as our closed lips pressed together. "Merry Christmas, Melissa," I almost sighed at the thought of having to let her go.

"Merry Christmas," she replied, biting the corner of her lip again as a decision was being made. Thankfully, it was the right one, as with hesitancy, she lifted the mistletoe aloft again and this time, we kissed. I mean, properly kissed. Soon, our tongues were finding each other as she held my head to hers. My hands felt very little as they ran up and down her winter coat's back as our kissing intensified. And then it stopped, ever so gently she pushed me away and said, "Get out of here, Gherkin Guy, before we do anything really silly," with a faraway look in her eyes. I gave her one final kiss before saying goodnight and going to get my bus.

I was glowing, radiating with happiness as I travelled home, listening to some tunes on my phone. At home, I was just getting into bed when I received a text saying:

LL: "I had a really lovely night. Thank you. xx"

ME: "As did I. I hope I wasn't too cheeky before I left."

There was a delay of 6 minutes until her next reply that said:

LL: "No, you mustn't think that. I had to push you away to stop myself."

ME: "Thank you for saying that. I'm not very used to first date etiquette!!"

LL"That makes 2 of us."

ME: "Would it be too cheeky to suggest figuring out 2nd date etiquette?"

LL: "VERY CHEEKY! ☺️

LL: "But I am back on Tuesday. xx

ME: "Might just bump into you then."

LL: "I think there is a possibility. Goodnight, my Gherkin Guy" xx

ME: "Goodnight, my glamorous Lift Lady."

Needless to say, I slept well that night.

***

Over Christmas, I didn't text her much. Just on Sunday, Christmas Day, to wish her festive cheer. We texted back and forth a few times, but nothing of any significance. On the Tuesday she was due to return, I texted her to say hello, and soon we had arranged date 2, dinner on Wednesday as we were both still off work for the rest of the week.

I drove to get her, wanting to take her to a nice restaurant I had wanted to try. We chatted as I tried to focus on driving, and not look at her little black dress's hem, about half way down her tanned thigh. She told me about her trip to South Africa and how she prefers it here, as she can truly be herself. I told her about my trip to see family, and the sleepy little village where everyone asks if I've patched this up with Laura.

"Did you see her?" Melissa asked.

"I passed her in the street and said hello, I probably shouldn't tell you.....but it was strange.

"Strange?" She asked, with her voice raising in question.

"Yeah, it was honestly the first time I've spoken to her and felt nothing. No anger, no love. Nothing."

She didn't reply, but I could see her smiling out of my peripheral vision, and soon we were at the restaurant. Again the date went so well, with us talking like old friends. I found out she has a brother back home, and has only ever had one real romance too. Everything was almost perfect, but for a niggling feeling that she was holding a lot back.

I could see her now chewing on her lip as I drove her home that evening from our date. Every time I spoke, she answered in a strange, short sentence whilst looking out of the window.

Pulling up outside her door, I set my hand on her thigh and asked "Is everything alright, not bored with me already?"

"No I'm not bored," she quickly smiled and placed her hand on mine with a little squeeze. "I'm just waiting on you running away."

She had said it as a joke, I think, but it seemed to go quite deep in her. "I'm not running," I replied, turning in my seat to look at her as she smiled back at me.

We then kissed, as I inhaled her perfume smell to tide me over when she got out. Soon my windows had steamed up, such was the intensity of our probing tongues and heavy, lustful breaths. And then I had to ruin it again, getting carried away and running my hand up the inside of her thigh that made her jump, and grab my hand.

"Sorry, 2nd date etiquette was way off there," I said like an admonished schoolboy.

"It's ok, I'm not offended.....it's just......never mind."

"No, I'm really sorry if I've said or did anything. You seem a little distant, tonight."

She smiled, shook her head as if she had heard this before. Then, she put her hand on my knee and said, "I'm just waiting on the right moment to tell you why you won't want there to be date number 3."

"Why? You're not some dangerous, axe-wielding murderer are you......OH MY GOD, do you hate gherkins?" I joked and finally got a laugh from her again.

"Hmmmm, no murdering or Gherkin detesting, it's maybe even worse for you than that."

This really confused me as I looked at her, rather puzzled and said, "Trust me, I've been crazy about you since the first day I saw you. Nothing could happen to change it." I noticed a flicker of a smile before her face went back to worried expression.

She let go of my knee, took a deep breath and said, "What if I put you off by telling you I used to be a man?"