The summer Comic Convention was packed with people. Beth and Stan had an annual tradition of having lots of sexy times in their hotel room at night after Stan had gotten in his fill of shopping, panel discussions and photography. Beth entertained herself with massages, arial fitness classes, shopping, and getting horny while thinking of her sexy husband so focused on his hobbies.
By the time Stan got back to the hotel room on Friday night the two couldn't keep their hands off each other. They had reservations at their favorite gastrolounge, otherwise they totally would have stayed at the hotel and pleasured each other all night long.
As they got into the mirrored elevator Stan pressed close to Beth, pinning her wrists above her head. She shivered at the cool mirrored walls. He knew she wasn't wearing any panties under her short summer dress. He longed to reach under but the ride from the 17th floor of the hotel to the lobby was surprisingly swift. They were alone, though, so Stan pressed his knee between her legs and kissed her hungrily.
"Hold the elevator!" At the last second an arm wedged between the elevator doors and they reluctantly opened. Stan jumped back guiltily and Beth giggled. Her amusement turned to shock very quickly, and Stan turned to follow her gaze. The arm was attached to a surprisingly petite woman, who was none other than Rosario Dawson!
"Is that Rosario Dawson?" whispered Stan to Beth in the 5 foot by 7 foot elevator. The woman looked up and smiled nervously. "Hi...?" she said questioningly.
"Stan!" Beth whispered back, "she's right there!" And at a normal volume, "Are you Rosario Dawson?"
The woman nodded shyly as Beth and Stan started talking over each other. "I love your work-", "Are you here at the convention promoting-"