The elevator opened and he was inside. She smiled softly to herself and stepped into the elevator before the doors closed. She kept her head down, trying not to blush and look at him, but finally she couldn't help herself and slowly lifted her head, and found his eyes staring straight into hers. She blushed, and quickly bent her head down. She felt a movement within the elevator and suddenly it came to a stop. She quickly looked up, kind of frightened, and noticed him standing in front of her. He moved closer; she backed up against the wall. Suddenly, there was no space between them and he brought his hands up and caressed her face.
She stood still, waiting, wondering what she should do. Again, he moved his hands, but this time to grasp hers - they could hear her bag fall to the ground but neither paid attention to it. He raised his hands with hers so that they were held above her head, and he leaned in to kiss her. She lowered her eyes, bit her bottom lip and when she felt his mouth on hers, she let out a sigh and he covered her mouth with his - softly, tenderly nipping at her lips, caressing them with his tongue. She finally opened her bottom lip and his tongue swept inside, running over her tongue and back again. She finally got the courage and wrapped her tongue around his, pulling it deeper into her mouth, sucking on his tongue, thrusting it inside her mouth.
He let go of her hands with one of his hands and slowly trailed his fingers down her arm, into the pool of her collarbone, glancing down her full breasts, down her rib cage and settled on the top of her jeans, running a finger causally across the top of them, but not slipping inside. She moaned against his mouth and arched towards his finger, and with her movement, his index finger slipped into her jeans. She hungrily sucked on his tongue, trying to say what she wanted but not able to find the words. He went to lower his other hand, and when he did, she went to lower her hands as well, but he quickly brought his hand up again to hold her in place. Once again, he went to take his hand down, and this time, she didn't move.
He moved his hand down the length of her body, pausing at the bottom of her shirt but quickly slipping under it while his other hand started slowly undoing her pants. His left hand found its way to her breasts, cupping the full mounds and eased her left breast out of her bra. With his index and thumb, he gently pinched the nipple, making it stand up and then softly rubbed the skin around it, feeling it tighten under his touch. She didn't notice what his right hand was doing until she felt a brief touch under her panties and she jumped a little, making him pinch her nipple a little harder. She gently bit down on his tongue, and he ran a single finger down her slit, feeling her wetness. She almost melted right there in his arms had his hand not be on her breast, basically keeping her up.
She sighed within his mouth, and he pulled away, placing kisses down her neck and across her shoulders as his left hand went across her chest to start touching and tormenting her right breast. With his left hand, he slowly inserted a finger inside of her, feeling her wetness and slight tightness. She moaned and rested her head against the wall, and as she arched her body against his hand that was teasing her nipple, he gently added a second finger, rubbing it every which way, causing more wetness and to stretch her. When she started making a low moaning sound, he finally added a third finger, thrusting it in and out of her and in the quietness of the elevator all they could hear were her tiny moans, eventually getting louder, as well as the slick sound of his fingers going in and out of her.
