My name is Edward, a retired lawyer. While I was still a law student, I spent afternoons working in a law office as a clerk to gain experience.
One of my various duties included delivering legal documents to clients, which brought about experiences I vividly remember to this day. One afternoon I had to deliver some documents to an upscale client which called for a signature. As I crossed the street approaching the apartment building, I noticed two women coming from the opposite direction. One of them was carrying a box of items.
Just before reaching the corner the woman with the box stumbled and dropped the box she was carrying, spilling its contents of food items. Being a gentleman, I stopped and began picking up the items, offering assistance to them and exchanging pleasantries. It so happened that they were headed to the same building I was, so I picked up the box and we headed towards the doorman.
The younger of the women was in her, I presume, mid twenties with a slim body, red hair and green eyes, wearing a black dress that buttoned up the front and black boots. The other appeared to be in her late forties and looked very sensual in a brown skirt and matching sweater with breasts jutting out and reeking of sex. She also was slim, with long blond hair and blue eyes. She explained that she was the mother-in-law of the younger woman. Her name was Maggie and the younger one was Gwen.
As we entered the building, being laden with a box of groceries, the doorman said I would have to use the service elevator. He was very rude in his attitude, and both of the women let their feelings be known regarding such. The doorman muttered something and walked away. Maggie and Gwen offered to take the service elevator with me as a stand against the doorman's attitude. As we approached the service elevator, Maggie said "He couldn't get a whore to fuck him, let alone an attractive woman."
That statement piqued my interest and a mild jolt aroused my cock.
The service elevator operator wasn't around, and after waiting a couple of minutes Gwen suggested we do our own thing.
After Gwen hit our floor button the elevator started up, but stopped dead in its tracks about halfway to our floor. When we couldn't get it moving again, Maggie used the elevator phone to inform the building manager of our situation. When she said, "I don't believe this," I knew it was trouble.
She told us we'd be stuck for at least an hour.
I set the box of groceries down and, as a joke, said "Shall we play truth or dare to pass the time?", causing both women to laugh.
Maggie winked at Gwen, who looked me up and down and asked "Are you clean?"
I shot back, "Do I smell?", thinking I was being insulted.
Gwen replied "Don't get uptight, we just want to have some fun until the elevator is fixed."
"What kind of fun?", I pursued.
