The Elevator 34

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.

She bit her lower lip, trying to be quiet, but she started feeling the insides of her coil up and ready to spring. She started breathing heavier, trying to hold the feeling in, and suddenly his hand left her breast and she could feel his body snake itself down hers, coming to rest with his chin sitting at her crotch. She started kissing her belly while lowering her pants. She flattened her hands against the wall, curling her fingers when he got her to step out of her pants. Finally, she felt him lower her underwear, pausing at her knees, kissing them in the crook of them, and completely taking them off of her.

She felt self conscious, and was about to lower her hands to cover herself, but as soon as she felt his tongue slid up her slit and sit at the top, she could not move. His tongue entered her, and she held back a squeal of delight. He slid his tongue up and down her clit, pausing briefly in spots and rushing over others. When she was perfectly soaked, he added a finger to his torment, pushing both his finger and tongue within her.

He could tell that he could not hold on for very much longer - her moans were turning into pants and she started arching her body against his thrusts. He stood up, undid the zipper on his pants, wrapped her left leg around his waist, bent at the hip and thrusted upright into her, not pausing and slammed her against the wall. When she was raised a couple of inches off her feet, she wrapped her other leg around his waist, put her hands flat against the wall, and used them for leverage to lift herself off his thick, long cock to drive it back within her.

He placed his left hand against the wall and started pushing himself deeper, harder and faster within her body. She was getting tighter and tighter around his cock, moaning with each thrust of his and he leaned in, whispered in her ear how he wanted her to cum with him, and she barely nodded, so he let himself go, releasing everything he had pent up within himself, and he could feel her tighter around him, convulse a little and feel a wetness escape her body and trail down their thighs.

When he was done, he stayed within her for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of her warmth wrapped around him, letting her slide down his body, her feet touching the ground but never once leaving him and he looked up into her eyes, and started playing with her fingers on her left hand.