Elevator Encounters

"Today of all days," she thought exasperatedly. "My first chance to bring in a huge client for the firm, and I'm going to be late to the meeting. Just great."

Emma jumped out of the cab and ran towards the office building, checking her reflection in the window as she passed. She ran her fingers through her shoulder-length, chestnut brown hair in an attempt to smooth the disordered waves.

Emma had started working at the law firm only four months ago, but was already facing immense pressure to bring in new clients. She had been hired alongside two other junior associates, and the rumour was that only one would be kept on. This was Emma's chance to secure her place.

Her heels clacked against the marble floor of the expansive lobby as she sped towards the elevators, jamming her finger against the button with the frantic hope that it would force the elevator to arrive sooner. Finally, a ding! and the doors drifted open.

Emma stepped inside and mashed the close-door button. "Come on... Come on..." she murmured under her breath.

"Hold the elevator!" a smooth, deep voice called out.

Repressing a sigh of frustration, Emma rolled her eyes up to the ceiling. "Just my luck," she thought.

A hand slid between the closing doors and they rebounded open. A tall, dark-haired man stepped inside, impeccably dressed in a sharp suit that hugged his muscular frame. As the doors glided shut again, she caught a whiff of his aftershave. Something fresh and invigorating, but with hint of cedar and ... leather?

Emma glanced up at him and realized he was already looking at her. His eyes were a piercing blue and darkly lashed, with light crinkles at the corners. He was smiling slightly.

That's when Emma realized he had said something.

".. Sorry?" she asked.

"I said, what floor?" He was still smiling.

"Oh. Thirty-nine, please." Emma felt a light blush raise up the sides of her neck.

They stood in silence as the elevator rose. She couldn't help but glance at him again, taking in every inch of his impressive physique. He had a chiseled jawline and full lips. His suit was tailored to perfection, accentuating his broad shoulders and trim waist. Despite herself, Emma imagined running her hands over his strong chest and abs, feeling the power beneath his clothing. Whether her heart was racing from her rushed commute or this fanciful daydream, she wasn't sure.

Neither said a word until they neared the thirty-ninth floor.

"You've missed a button," the stranger said.

"Hmm?"

"On your blouse. You've missed a button." He was struggling to suppress his smile now.

Emma looked down at her chest. Her lacy bralette was clearly visible over the top of her blouse, the buttons of which had been misaligned in her hurry to get out the door. Her nipples were erect and straining against the sheer material. His eyes lingered.

She blushed again, feeling her neck and cheeks flush with heat. Just then, the doors opened to her floor. Emma rushed out of the elevator, clutching her shirt closed, too embarrassed to say a word.

**

A few weeks later, Emma was working late at the office. The big client meeting had been successful (despite her tardiness) and that meant even more late nights than usual. Exhausted, she packed up her laptop, locked her files in the drawer and shut the door to her office.

"I need something to get my mind off work," she thought. "Maybe I should see if any of the girls are downtown to meet up for drinks."

She walked past the empty offices and stood waiting in front of the elevators. Just as she pulled out her phone to message the group chat, the doors slid open. Glancing up from her phone, she caught eyes with the handsome stranger.

She hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into the elevator. They shared a polite smile and a nod while the elevator doors closed behind her. Emma pressed the button for the ground floor and the elevator began to descend. They were the only two inside, and the silence was deafening -- all she could think about was how close they were to each other in the small, confined space.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed, you know. You're incredibly sexy," the man said in a soft voice.

Emma's heart rate sped up. Was this really happening?

"Oh gosh. Thanks," She paused. "You actually saved me from losing my job. I almost walked straight into a client meeting dressed like that."

"I can imagine the looks on their faces," he smiled coyly.

"So can I," she laughed.

"I'm Alex," he said, holding out his hand.

"Emma," she returned. As their hands touched, she marvelled at how large and smooth his hand felt grasping hers. The scent of his aftershave was tantalizing.

In that moment, she knew she wanted -- no, needed -- those hands all over her body. Without thinking, she pulled his hand towards her and placed it on her breast. She knew he could feel her erect nipples through the thin blouse and bralette. She had never been this impulsive before!

Glancing up at him, Emma could see he felt the same desire she did. The sexual energy between them was palpable. Alex stepped closer, his left hand sliding into her hair as he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.

She opened her mouth as the kiss deepened, the tip of his tongue exploring hers. His hand slid up from her breast to her neck and shoulder. With a slow and gentle tug, the silken material of her blouse flowed off both shoulders easily, exposing her breasts barely concealed by a skimpy satin bralette.

His hands roamed over her breasts again. Dipping his fingers beneath the thin satin of her bralette, Alex gently pinched and twisted her nipples until they were even more erect. Then he bent down to place a nipple in his mouth, flicking his tongue and sucking the hard tip. Emma moaned quietly with pleasure.

After a moment he straightened, his hands sliding to her hips and around to her ass. He felt for the zipper of her tight pencil skirt and began to pull it downwards. The rational part of Emma's mind told her to stop him. She could lose her job for real if anyone walked in on them. But her desire, her need, was overpowering and demanded satisfaction. Her skirt fell to the floor.

His arms still encircling her, Alex kissed her bared neck. Emma could feel his strong fingers gently caressing the skin at her waist. His right hand slipped down between her legs, cupping her mound. She knew her panties must be soaked by now.

"God you're wet," he breathed into her ear.

With a sudden fervour, he pushed her back against the wall of the elevator and kissed her again. His free hand pinned her wrists above her head, while his other hand continued to explore between her legs. His fingers snaked beneath her flimsy thong and stroked her sensitive skin and clit. Emma released a groan into his mouth as she felt a finger slip inside her. She moved her knees further apart to take him deeper.

He lubricated her clit with her juices and continued to stroke her, occasionally pushing two fingers into her wet pussy. Emma's body responded in tune with his strokes, her soft moans and gasps of pleasure filling the small space.

Emma's overthinking and risk-averse nature was often helpful in her law practice. But here, with her arms trapped above her head and her pussy throbbing, she couldn't help but give into Alex's control. For a moment they were lost in their passion, their desire for each other consuming them.

"I want to take you in my mouth," she gasped. The words felt foreign as they spilled out, the daze of her horniness taking over.

Alex released her hands, allowing Emma to run her fingers down his chest and reach towards the front of his trousers. She could feel the bulge where his hard cock pressed towards her.

"Get on your knees," he said.

Emma obeyed eagerly, unbuckling his belt simultaneously. She unzipped his trousers and pulled down his underwear, his fully erect shaft springing free. She gazed up at him as she took his cock into her open mouth.

"Ohhhhh, yes." Alex moaned.

Forcing herself to slow down, Emma ran her slippery tongue along the length of his shaft from base to tip. She tenderly gripped his balls with her hands. Emma could taste his salty pre-cum as she swirled her hot tongue around the tip of his cock, and began to suck and stroke with increasing fervour. His hands gripped the back of her head, pressing himself in further as she sucked with enthusiasm.

Feeling his cock throbbing in her mouth and knowing he was close to orgasm turned her on even more. Emma couldn't help but reach one hand down between her own legs. She drew small rapid circles around her swollen clit, feeling her sticky wetness.

"Tell me what you want," Alex said in a low voice.

A trail of saliva hung from her lips as she pulled his cock from her mouth.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, "Take me right now, however you want me."

Alex reached over her and the elevator halted to a stop. He had pressed the emergency stop button.

Gently cupping her chin with his hand, Alex told Emma to stand up. He pulled her face towards his and kissed her passionately, deeply. His hands roamed through her hair to her neck, then down to her shoulders as he turned her around.

"Take off your panties," he ordered.

Emma bent over to slide her black satin thong over her ass and down her legs. She could feel his eyes admiring every inch of her body as she did so.

When she straightened again, Alex stepped close behind her. Moving her hair aside, he kissed the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He reached his arms around to squeeze her tits with his hands. Emma could feel his erection pushed against her, and her wetness began to drip down the inside of her legs.

"You want me to fuck you?" he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice.

"Please, god yes. Fuck me now," Emma pleaded.

"Spread your legs for me," he said.

She didn't need to be asked twice, and widened her stance slightly. Alex reached one hand around to rub her clit, and used the other to guide his cock to her throbbing pussy. She sighed as he rubbed the tip along her slick opening, and pressed back against him, slowly sliding onto his cock.

He thrusted slowly, allowing her to adjust to his fullness, and then started to pick up a steady rhythm. He continued to rub her clit with his fingers. Feeling an orgasm building, Emma could no longer hold in her moans. Alex pumped harder and faster as the orgasm ripped through her body, her pussy walls gripping him as waves of pleasure washed over her.

"Come inside me," she cried. "Fill me with your cum!"

She could feel his body tense as he shot cum inside her. They both groaned with relief. He rested his head on the back of her shoulder for a moment, still inside her, then kissed her neck again.

Alex pulled himself free and zipped up his pants, and Emma pulled on her skirt. As the elevator resumed motion, she could feel his cum and her juices still dripping down her legs.

The elevator doors opened to the lobby, and they stepped out together.

"See you around?" Alex asked, with that sexy smile playing on his lips.

"I'd like that," said Emma.