The Elevator

I studied my reflection in the mirror of the elevator door, waiting for it to open, waiting for him to be revealed to me. He had been in there every single day for five weeks. For twenty-five straight business days, the elevator had come up from the garage with him already on board. He must commute in to have a car. I was a city girl, living three blocks away, grabbing the elevator in the lobby. Six elevators in the building and I always managed to get on the one he already occupied. After a couple weeks, I couldn't help but grin at him when the doors parted. And he always reciprocated, with a megawatt smile.

Two weeks ago, with a crowd of people shoving their way in, I ended up right in front of him as the car filled to capacity. With each person that entered, I tried to keep my footing, not wanting to get too close to him. But that day, the unapologetic man in front of me shoved me right into him. I stumbled slightly as a huge paw grabbed my hip, steadying me.

"Sorry," I tossed over my shoulder.

"No worries," he gave a slight squeeze before letting go.

I carried the warmth of his palm with me that day. His hand had felt huge as it cupped me. Everything about him was big and that was most definitely part of his appeal. From the first day I had spotted him, I had admired the size of his shoulders, the solid muscular chest that I just knew was hidden under his perfectly tailored suit. I knew I'd fit in his arms and I couldn't help but imagine them around me, holding me tight.

I wasn't prepared for what would happen today when the door opened on the 11th floor. As a woman went to exit, she dropped the stack of papers she was holding. Someone was kind enough to press the button to keep the door open and two other people bent to help her. Everyone else backed up to give the helper's more room and I found myself sandwiched between him and the woman in front of me. I took a deep breath as I felt my back align with his front.

"I'm so...so sorry," I stammered, glancing over my shoulder.

"I'm not," he whispered, tilting his head to meet my gaze.

God, his eyes were amazing. They bore into me and I felt my pussy dampen. I licked my suddenly dry lips just as the woman in front of me pushed back, literally pinning me against him. His eyes darkened and he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me tight. I bit my lip as I felt his cock swell against my ass. I fought with every fiber of my being to hold myself completely still.

"Mmm..." he moaned against my ear.

I gasped at the feel of his breath so close to me and his hand opened over my belly. I slid my hand over his, entwining our fingers.

"I've got you," he assured me.

He was so hot, so strong...I practically melted in his arms. It felt like an eternity that I was locked against him and I savored every moment. I didn't have a care in the world as to what the people around me were thinking as I felt myself swaying, rocking my ass against him.

"You know I'm hard for you," he murmured, his lips pressed to my ear. "Are you wet for me?"

My mouth opened in shock just as the people in front of me shifted forward and the doors closed once more. I somehow managed to drop my hand from his to take a step forward and he pulled me back, briefly grinding his cock against my ass one more time before releasing me.

The building was 36 floors high. From 12 to 29, I tried my best to focus on my breathing. I would exit on 29 and all I knew for certain was that his office was somewhere above mine. Four other people would remain in the cab with us for the duration of my ride. They did so daily. I thanked God that none of my co-workers were with us as we climbed. I was so flushed, I was pretty sure my cheeks matched my hair.

With each passing floor and opening door, I inched ahead. I swear I felt him come with me. I was constantly aware of the heat radiating off of him. I focused on the doors, refusing to look back. I silently prayed that he would not touch me again. My body was a firestorm of emotions. No man's touch had ever caused this kind of reaction in me. No man had ever spoken to me so bluntly.

I paused right in front of the door as 26, 27, 28 ticked by. I was ready to bolt and he was right behind me. Would he actually follow me? What would he say to me? I was shaking, not at all sure how I would react to him, to having an actual conversation with him. My mouth was so dry, my heart pounding so loud, I could hear it in my ears.

"Nancy!" my co-worker Lynne screamed as the doors finally opened. "Thank God! I've been waiting for you!"

Lynne always had a fire for me to put out. I had never been more relieved to see her in my life. She grabbed my arm, literally pulling me out of the elevator and down the hall.

I looked back over my shoulder and saw him take a step back. His eyes were smoldering as they met mine. He licked his lips and I imagined them sucking my rock-hard pebbled nipples into his mouth, tugging my aching clit between them.

I waited until the doors closed before I turned back around. I put one foot in front of the other, hoping to focus on the day ahead. I knew it would be impossible. Once I dealt with Lynne's crisis, I was tempted to lock my office door and finger myself, rub my tight clit until I bit my lip from crying out. But I knew I wouldn't. Yes, I needed release but I knew it wouldn't ease the ache the way a thick, hot, veiny cock would.

I felt so raw, so exposed as the day went on. I was so very glad that I didn't have any meetings, that I could just sit at my desk and try to sort through my feelings. In hindsight, I realized I hadn't been offended by his question. I was startled yes, but so turned on to know that he was feeling what I was feeling.

On my walk home, my thoughts went from how would I face him in the morning to what should I wear? I dressed professionally every day for work, always in a dress or skirt. My gay and female friends told me that I was built like Christina Hendricks and that men were intimidated by me, that they had no idea how to approach someone so gorgeous. I felt the complete opposite and constantly told them they were full of shit. I was sure that I was an oversized amazon that no man would ever find appealing.

So...why him? Why was he flirting with me? Why, on the days when he was a few people away from me, did I still feel his eyes on me? Until today, I thought that had been my imagination.

I pushed the door open to my high-rise building and bypassed the wall of mailboxes. Bills and junk mail could wait. All I wanted was to slip between my sheets with one of my favorite toys. My cunt was still throbbing and tingling from his touch and I needed to shove something inside of me to fill the void. No matter how many times I had used the restroom, I remained dripping wet all day. My pussy needed to be pounded and since a fake cock was all I had, a fake cock would have to do.

The elevator door opened just as I arrived and I quickly boarded, simultaneously pressing floor 11 and the door close button. I felt like I was going to burst. As the doors began to shut, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, replaying my elevator ride with him that morning.

I heard the ding indicating that someone had approached and began to insert their way in before the door could fully close. I mustered all the strength I had to open my eyes, not wanting to appear rude to a fellow neighbor.

Only it wasn't a neighbor. It was him.

"Nancy, I presume," he smirked at me as the door closed fully behind him.

I stood there with my mouth wide open, thankful that the wall was holding me up as we began to ascend.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Wh...what are you...why, why are you here?" I croaked out every word.

"I didn't follow you," he assured me. "I was in the lobby finishing up a phone call and you walked right by me."

"So...you did...you followed me into the elevator," I pointed out.

"Yes," he admitted, walking towards me. He stopped directly in front of me, placing his left hand on the wall next to my head, looking down at me. "I figured it was the quickest way to get to the 15th floor."

God, his eyes. And his fucking muscular arms. His suit jacket was slung over his shoulder and his dress sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. I would fit in those arms. I would dig my nails into them, given the chance.

I dragged my eyes back to his face, watching his burn as he took me in. I was breathing heavy, biting my lower lip, my breasts heaving under his gaze.

And suddenly, I was catapulted into his arms. The elevator came to a screeching halt and I lunged forward, mostly out of fear, clinging to his neck. I heard my tote bag make a thud as it fell from my grasp.

"I've got you," he said to me for the second time that day.

Only this time, my front was aligned to his and I could feel every solid inch of him.

"What the hell happened?" I gasped. "Why are we stopped on 9?"

"We're stuck," he assumed, his mouth against my ear.

"Will it...will we...plummet?" I tightened my hold on him.

He nuzzled me, his mouth dropping to my neck, opening over me, licking me, pulling my skin between his lips, gently nibbling me. I felt his cock grow against me and I shuddered in pleasure. Pure, raw, sexual pleasure. And I moaned, pressing my breasts harder against his incredibly chiseled chest, meeting his lower half as he ground against me.

"I don't even know your name," I moaned.

He pulled back to look at me, his hands lowering from my waist to my ass, drawing my wet throbbing pussy up to meet his deliciously hard cock.

"I'm Bill. Nice to meet you, Nancy," and he took my mouth. Literally, it felt like he was claiming me.

His lips opened over mine, individually pulling each one between his own, sucking me before sinking his tongue deep inside. I hovered on tiptoe, gripping his neck tighter as I gave him my tongue, dueling with him. Holy fuck, the man could kiss. Bill could kiss. I was kissing Bill. I finally knew the name of the man that I felt like I had desired forever and he was plundering my mouth. I had never completely given myself over to someone but I was about to with him. Instead of being terrified, the thought thrilled me.

Bill's one paw went down to my thigh, dragging up my skirt as he hooked my leg over his hip, pressing me tight to the wall, his rock-hard cock finding a home against my panties. My hands went to his skull as I whimpered into his mouth and I caught his tongue, sucking on it hard, loving the taste of him. His fingers dug deep into my ass, squeezing me.

"You never answered me this morning," he breathed into my mouth. "Are you wet for me, Nancy?"

"Yes," I croaked out quickly, shocking myself. He pulled back, searching my eyes.

"I thought I offended you this morning. I tried coming after you to apologize. But now..." he leaned forward to kiss my forehead. "I think you may have appreciated my honesty."

"I keep...I can't stop...I think about you all the time," I admitted. "I don't know why. You're a stranger and I want..."

"What do you want?" he demanded. "Tell me what you want. I need to know that we're on the same page, that you're okay with what I'm about to do to you."

I bit my lip, tilting my pussy against him, rubbing myself over the hard tip of him. My mouth was so dry, I couldn't find the words to tell him that he could do whatever he wanted to me.

"How 'bout I tell you what I want?" he conceded, rotating his hips, thrusting himself against me.

I nodded, keeping a death grip on his shoulders.

"I want to tear open your blouse and bra and see your nipples. Are they the same color as your lips? I imagine they taste as sweet. And while I'm marking them with my mouth and teeth, I want to dip my fingers into your tight, wet pussy, coax out your juices and rub your clit until you cum all over my hand..."

"Yes, please..." I begged, cutting him off, my eyes drifting closed.

"And then..." his left hand lifted to my neck, stroking me, daring me to meet his gaze once more. "I will drop to my knees and feast on you. I can't wait to taste your pussy, baby. I have dreamed of your honied, wet pussy, opening for me. For my fingers, then my tongue and finally my cock. I cannot wait to feed you my cock, to watch it disappear inside of you. I cannot wait to plunge in and out of you, to see your cum oozing out of you, running down over me."

"Touch me, Bill, please..." I panted, stunned that he had the same thoughts and desires as me.

"Are you sure, Nancy?" he asked.

"I'm...so...so wet," I blubbered. "For five weeks, I've been so wet for you."

"That's my girl," he said, cupping my jaw and lowering his mouth to mine once more.

His tongue speared me, licking along my teeth, my inner jaw. I had no idea my inner jaw was an erogenous zone. What would it feel like to hold the tip of his cock there? I longed to feel his cum pouring out of him, painting my mouth. I had never had these feelings for anyone and now I had them for a complete stranger. And I was giving in. It felt so damn good to be giving in.

His hands moved to the first closed button of my blouse, singeing the skin above my cleavage. My breasts heaved towards him, aching for his touch.

"Mizz Nancy?!?!"

I dropped my leg, teetering on my heels as I found my footing, standing ramrod straight, frozen in fear of being discovered. I would recognize the security guard, Max's southern voice, anywhere.

"Are you okay in there?" he called, banging on the elevator door. "The damn cameras, everything's down... I'm so sorry it took me so long to check on you. I had to climb all the stairs. I saw you rush in after work but I was on the phone and didn't want the Mrs. to yell at me for ignoring her if I called out to you. Someone's with you, right? That gentleman that was waiting for his realtor followed you."

Bill kept unbuttoning me as he chuckled. He was acting as if we hadn't been interrupted, as if we weren't in danger of being caught. I was horrified. I had completely forgotten about the elevator camera!

"What?" he smirked at my reaction. "Clearly we're not going anywhere."

"Mizz Nancy?!?!" Max banged again.

"Yes, Max...I'm okay...I mean we're..." Bill spread my blouse wide, his eyes going dark as he briefly took in my emerald bra. He tore open the front clasp.

"Yes!" I screamed.

"Oh, my fucking God...look at you," Bill gasped, his thumbs stroking the side of each breast.

"What was that?" Max hollered.

"We're fine!" Bill and I practically screamed in unison.

"Oh, okay...good," Max answered. "I don't know what's going on. I'm trying to get someone out here. I better get back downstairs but don't you worry...I won't forget about you."

"Thanks, Max!" I yelled.

Bill's right thumb moved to my nipple, pressing down hard on the puckered tip. His eyes sought mine before he dropped his head and tugged the other one into his mouth. My entire areola disappeared between his lips as he hefted my breast, cupping me in his hand, sucking on me. My hands went to his skull, holding him tight against me.

My heart thundered in my chest as his palm closed over me, soothing my one nipple, attempting to rub the ache away as his teeth pulled on my other stiffened crest, holding it tight as he lashed it with his tongue. My hands dipped into the collar of his shirt, needing to feel his muscle, his heat, his strength. I couldn't wait to see and touch his cock. I wanted to feel that hot, black steel in my freckled, porcelain hands as his cum dripped out of him. I wanted to go to my knees and suck on him, feel him in my throat.

He plumped my breasts together, moving his face to nuzzle in my cleavage.

"You taste so fucking good, you smell so good, Nancy," he moaned against me before switching to my other nipple, sucking hard.

"Yes!" I cried, loving the fierce tug of his mouth on me. My neglected nipple, wet from his adoration, hardened tighter in the air conditioning and I pressed against his chest, needing the heat of him to make the unbearable ache go away.

Bill pulled back, staring down at me, watching my breasts thrusting freely towards him, silently begging and pleading for so much more.

"Please..." I whimpered just as the elevator shook, startling me. He didn't take his eyes off of me.

"I've marked you, Nancy," he told me. His thumbs and forefingers circled my nipples, my areola puckering harder as I watched his long black fingers against me. My pussy flooded at the image of our colors and I pressed my groin against him, rubbing against his shaft. "Your nipples are so red, maybe even slightly bruised from my mouth, my teeth, my tongue. Do you like knowing that? Knowing that I marked you?"

I bit my lip, nodding frantically and he tugged on me, pulling my sensitive peaks between his fingers, twisting them. I moaned at the onslaught just as the lights flashed.

"Bill..." I sighed. "What if...what if the lights coming back on means the camera starts working? I don't, I don't want..."

He leaned forward, sweetly kissing me as he pulled my blouse closed over me. He took a step back, gently releasing me and I immediately missed him. I gripped my shirt, holding it together over me, watching him, not wanting him to go far.

He bent and retrieved his discarded jacket from the floor, before turning to the panel to the right side of the elevator door. I watched his back muscles bunch under his shirt as he stretched, his hands roaming over the wall as if he knew exactly what he was searching for. It didn't take him long to find what looked like a lever and his jacket was hung. He briefly admired his handiwork before coming back to me. My raised eyebrow had him grinning.

"I'm an architect," he shrugged. "The camera's covered."

I breathed a sigh of relief as he went to his one knee in front of me. I flattened my hands against the wall behind me in anticipation, my blouse gaping open. Those huge paws of his went to my waist and he pulled me towards him, nuzzling my tummy before looking up at me, digging his chin into me. I watched his intense chocolate eyes as his hands traveled down to my ass, kneading me.

"Please..." I pleaded.

His hands crept down my ass to my thighs to the skin just above my knees before traveling back up and under my skirt. With every inch they climbed, they set my skin on fire. I had never felt so hot in my life. They reached the backs of my thighs and I felt myself leaning towards him, aching for more. They stopped at the sides of my panties and I froze, my eyes finding his, seeing the same desire I felt in the pit of my belly, in the core of me. He gave one fierce pull and I gasped as I heard them rip apart, sliding almost to my knee. He left them there as his one hand went to my bare ass and his other hand softly caressed my thigh.

"Tell me," his eyes dared me.

"Touch me, taste me, finger me," I begged.

"Pull up your skirt," he ordered gruffly. "Give yourself to me, baby."

With all the courage I could muster, my hands clenched the fabric at my sides and I inched it upward. He pulled back to watch, waiting for me to be exposed to his heated gaze.

"I can smell you," he groaned, his thumb tracing me, his other fingers digging into my ass.

I knew the very moment I was bared to him. I felt him exhale, his breath warm against my dripping wet, naked pussy lips. His one hand pulled me towards his mouth, his other slid into my lips, separating me, gliding his fingers through my wetness. I was drenched for him.

I pulled my skirt to my waist, holding it tight against my tummy as I watched him. He looked up at me as he tucked one finger into me, his thumb brushing over my clit. I widened my stance, desperately needing to find my footing before I collapsed from his touch.

"You weren't lying, Nancy. You are so fucking wet for me," he growled. He curled his finger against the front wall of my cunt, stroking me before retreating and then sinking back in. He blew on me as he fingered me and rubbed me, heightening my pleasure. "I was hoping to see your pretty red hair showcasing your sweet pink cunt but I think I like you naked. I get to taste every bare inch of you."