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The Elevator
Heather hurried to catch the elevator. A
group of people came pouring out, leaving the doors open, the
elevator empty. She shoved her foot against the door just as it
began to close. She spun gracefully inside, avoiding the doors
with her arm full of portfolios. As the doors began to close
behind her, a hand came in and stopped them. She frowned in
annoyance until she saw Sam's smiling face. He was followed by a
buff young man in a nice suit.
"Hi, Heather," Sam said happily. The
second man nodded to her and pressed the 45th button on the
console. Heather was flattered that Sam remembered her name.
She hadn't seen him since the '99 Christmas Party.
"Twenty-five for me," she said, steadying
the pile of papers in her hands. "Hi, Sam," she said, blushing
slightly.
The second man turned and stared at the
beautiful woman at the back of the elevator. She looked like a
thin version of Pamela Anderson. She wore a form-fitting suit
with a knee length skirt. Her legs were fabulous. Her chest was
compact and beautiful. As far as he could tell she was perfect.
The elevator suddenly stopped and an
annoying alarm began sounding. The pile of papers in Heather's
arms bent slightly, then fell in a cascade of cardboard and
paper. She gasped and slapped a hand down on the pile. Sam
reached for the falling papers, bumping into her as she did the
same. The other man stomped on the flying papers before they
could slide under the elevator door and fall to their deaths down
the shaft.
Heather placed the pile of papers on the
floor and began retrieving those which had fallen. Sam and the
other man joined her, very aware of the long, slender legs now
facing them from beneath her raised skirt. She was wearing
pantyhose. The mound of her pussy was easily discernable in the
thin material of her pantyhose. Sam licked his lips and
exchanged looks with the other man. Heather glanced up in time
to see the look. She frowned and turned red in embarassment.
She knew they were looking under her skirt, but it couldn't be
helped. Loss of any one of those papers could mean the end of
her job. Each one represented a case which had gone before the
supreme court. Each one was invaluable for her boss's case.
"I'm sorry," she said, not sure why she
was apologizing. They should be apologizing, not her. But their
intense interest in her body had her flustered. It was
flattering, in a way. Sam had almost gotten into her panties
during the Christmas party. When she sobered up later, she went
home alone. She hadn't seen him since. He wasn't her type, he
was too crude, too... eager. Of course he had been high at the
time.
"God, you look fantastic," Sam said
breathlessly.
"Th... thanks," she stammered. "Is the
elevator stuck?"
"I guess so," the second man said. "I
believe I can shut off the alarm from here," he said, opening the
metal door beneath the buttons. He flipped a switch and the
alarm became silent.
"Shouldn't we leave the alarm on so
somebody can rescue us?"
"Oh, no," he assured her, "It's not
connected to anything outside of the booth. They will have their
own alarms. But we must be patient, they have fifty floors to
go, then the repairs to make. I know, I used to work in
maintenance here," he said with much assurance.
"Oh," she nodded.
"Well if we're going to be stuck for a
while, I need to steady my nerves," Sam said, taking out a joint.
"I don't like tight places." He lit up without asking their
permission. He inhaled deeply, then handed the joint to Heather.
She took it reluctantly, secretly agreeing with his fear of tight
places. She too feared elevators. She always imagined the
bottomless pit beneath them. A long, dark tunnel where you could
fall for several minutes, before splattering on the hard cement
below. She inhaled deeply, then inhaled again. She finally
handed the joint to the other man. Her head began spinning,
almost immediately. She sat back against the wall and slid down
to the floor. Her skirt came up almost to her waist. She pushed
it down half-heartedly, trying to deal with a spinning head and
Sam's sudden attention. As she sat on the floor, she found Sam
setting next to her.
"Oh, wow, that's better," Sam said, with
his face just inches from hers. She was sandwiched between her
precious stack of papers, and Sam. The man handed the joint back
to her. There were a good three hits left on it, she took two.
Sam took the last puff, touched the fire to his tongue to
extinguish it, then chewed and swallowed the roach.
The smell of marijuana was strong in the
little room. The elevator was growing hotter. She started
taking off her jacket, Sam eagerly helped. She sat back, feeling
slightly better. Sam leaned close and sniffed her hair. She
turned to find her face almost touching his.
"Your hair smells good," he sighed,
resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Th... thanks," she said, with her lips
close to his. He licked his own lips and leaned forward, giving
her a quick, impulsive kiss. She felt the kiss clear down to her
toes. Her nipples became immediately hard, and embrassingly
apparent, behind the thin material of her white blouse. Sam
didn't notice, but the other man did. He smiled to himself as
his eyes ran over the exposed area of Heather's thighs, where her
skirt was hiked up. They were really fine legs, the kind which
could make any man's cock hard.
Sam kissed Heather again, longer this
time. She wilted momentarily, then struggled. Sam broke the
kiss and looked at her in surprise.
"He's in here," she said, nodding at the
other man.
"Oh, don't mind me," he said, facing the
elevator doors. "I'll look the other way. It's a proven fact
that sex is the best way to relieve a phobia."
"Sex?" Heather asked breathlessly.
"I wish," Sam said in a resigned voice.
"You are probably not at all interested," he said, resting a hand
on her right leg. "Although I've been told that that particular
brand of grass can really turn a girl on. Has it?"
"Oh yeah," Heather said, feeling a warmth
spreading throughout her body. She was horny. She didn't know
that it was a custom mix designed to do just that. It made a
woman horny as hell. But she was very aware of Sam's hand, where
it rested on her thigh, gently rubbing her leg through the
material of her skirt. She looked up to find that the man was
true to his word, he was facing the elevator doors. She looked
down and quickly slid her skirt up, giving him access to her
privates.
Sam slid his hand into the top of her
pantyhose and cupped her hot pussy. He slid his finger up and
down in her moist slit, before pulling it out and holding it
under his nose. Like a fine wine, he tested her aroma before
holding the same finger under her nose. She sniffed, then opened
her mouth and sucked the finger clean. Sam moaned in desire. He
never expected to see Heather sucking his finger, or anything
else for that matter. She had always been unreachable, which was
one reason he decided to test the mixture on her. He knew that
if he could get Heather, the ultimate fuck, he could nail
anybody.
"Take off your pantyhose," he
whispered.
"Why?"
"I want to go down on you."
"Here," she asked, looking at the other
man's back.
"Right here, right now," he insisted,
breathing loudly. She reached down and pushed on her pantyhose.
He leaped forward to help her. In a moment they lay on her
shoes, on the other side of the papers. He pulled her away from
the wall, then slid down between her legs and kissed each silky
smooth thigh, before sealing his mouth over her moist pussy. He
sucked, moaning in desire. Her own moan was slightly louder than
his. With her eyes closed she raised both legs and clamped them
shut over his eagerly nuzzling face. Fire filled her pussy and
ass. She mashed her breasts between the heels of her palms,
while gently thrusting her pussy forward to meet his wonderful
mouth. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, darting in and out of
her, strumming her clit, or lapping the full length of her large
cunt flesh. It was doing just what she wanted, as if her will
was controlling it. The glow between her legs was turning into a
raging inferno. She began babbling and withering. She licked
her lips, wishing she had something to suck. Suddenly, as if by
magic, she sensed a movement in front of her face. Her eyes flew
open to see the second man standing with his penis out, waving it
before her face. She hesitated only a moment before she put one
hand on his penis, and one on his ass. She pulled him forward,
eagerly taking his penis into her warm, red lips and sucking.
He had a thick, if short cock. She took
only the head into her mouth and sucked slightly, while using her
tongue on the head. He withered and his legs almost buckled.
With a coy look, she looked up, watching his face as she bobbed
on his cock. She tried to match her movements with those Sam was
creating in her own pussy. Between the attention, and the grass,
she was feeling wonderful. She felt desirable, wanted, and sexy,
the three things every woman should feel. She might be outraged
later, but at the moment she felt like a goddess... or a whore.
Both were worshiped in their own ways.
Sam's face thrashed back and forth in her
pussy, further stimulating her. His sucking lips pulled her clit
out and let it snap back into her pussy.
Heather squealed and threw her legs wide
open. Holding each slender leg in one hand, Sam ate her pussy
savagely, his passion driving him insane. Like Heather, the
grass had made him horny. He had dreamed of eating Heather for
years, but now he needed more. He needed to fuck her juicy
pussy. He pulled her rubbery lips out and let them snap back,
then backed away from her aromatic womanhood.
"I want to fuck you," he said urgently.
"On your knees."
The other man went over to sit against
the far wall. He slid down to the floor and waited. Heather
climbed to her hand and knees and hurried over to the waiting
man. She went down to her elbows and took the second man's penis
into her warm mouth. She began bobbing up and down on his thick,
stubby penis. He gasped, reaching out to capture her ample
breasts in his greedy fingers.
Sam went down to his knees behind her and
flipped her skirt up on her back, presenting her glorious ass for
his pleasure. He quickly slid his pants down to his knees and
crawled forward until his cock touched her soft, warm ass. He
cried out as his penis slid up inside her hot, moist pussy. It
was the most wonderful feeling in the world, and Heather was one
of the most beautiful. He couldn't believe he was finally
getting what he wanted. She was divinely hot and sexy. The
smell of her pussy was strong, hypnotic inside the tiny elevator.
It was an exotic perfume which drove men insane.
The slap, slap, slap of flesh against
flesh marked each thrusting attack on her moist pudding. Her
pussy lips were dark and swollen, stretched around his thick
cock. Her ass was white and silky against his hairy hips.
The second man was in a heaven of his
own. His cock was ready, poised to fill her sweet mouth with his
hot cum. Kneading her massive breasts in his hands, he waited,
looking down at the back of her beautiful head as his orgasm grew
dangerously close. He wished that he could prolong the pleasure
for a few moments longer, but no man could hold of an orgasm,
when his cock rode in the beautiful mouth of the sweet blonde
before him. Just seeing his cock between her lips was nearly
enough to make him cum. He would always remember this
moment.
Desperately smashing her tits in his
hands, he stiffened and moaned until his cock began spewing cum
into her beautiful mouth. She swallowed quickly to keep up with
the first explosive bursts of thick cum. The man couldn't
believe that such as sweet, beautiful woman would swallow his
offering, but she did, every little drop of it. She sucked
greedily until his sensitive cock lay wilting and happy between
his legs. Heather reluctantly raised up on her hand and knees,
trying to withstand Sam's brutal attack on her ass. She whined
slightly as she moved forward and rested against the second man.
He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately, while Sam
pounded away against her ass cheeks. It was only moments before
he cried out and thrust against her ass one last time, before
shuddering behind her, waiting for his penis to fill her sweet
ass with his hot cum.
She ground her pussy against his cock,
stimulating it into her own orgasm. She bucked and rotated her
sweet, perfect ass, while maintaining the passionate kiss with
the second man. Grunting in time with her spasms, she sucked his
tongue into her mouth and clamped her teeth down on it, until her
orgasm finally stopped. Reluctantly, she released the man's
tongue. He sat back against the elevator wall panting, brushing
her hair out of her beautiful face so he could watch it while she
settled down and relaxed. The only sound in the elevator was
panting. With a grateful smile she backed away from the second
man and resumed her seat beside the papers.
It took only a moment before Sam pulled
out and sat panting behind her.
"You are so fucking beautiful," Sam
gasped, caressing her ass. He leaned forward and kissed the
perfect globes of flesh. When he finished, he noticed cum
dripping from her pussy, onto the elevator floor.
Heather pulled a handkerchief from her
jacket pocket and wiped her pussy, then tossed the handkerchief
into the corner. Both men watched enthralled as she wiggled into
her pantyhose. She smoothed the stockings over her perfect legs,
then pulled on her shoes.
"You are very beautiful," the second man
agreed.
"Thanks," Heather said, suddenly shy.
They all dressed. Sam and Heather sat on the elevator floor,
while the second man went back to the panel. He opened it and
turned on the alarm. The elevator resumed almost instantly.
"With a happy laugh, Heather gathered up
her papers and waited for the doors to open. She hesitated for a
moment before leaving the surreal world of the small elevator.
She finally stepped out, then turned to give each man a happy
smile. Heather was late. She turned and rushed down the
hallway, turned a corner and disappeared.
"What a fuck!" the second man said. "She
is fucking hot, sweet, and beautiful."
"I told you so," Sam said with a smug
smile. "Now who is next on the list?"
"One of mine, Mandy Freeman in the IHC
building."
"Can you rig up that elevator like you
did this one?"
"Of course.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Sam
shouted, slapping his hand down on the "lobby" button.
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