Writer's note - this is the third in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth is likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though.
Today April has a brief encounter with a lift maintenance engineer at work.
All situations are imagined and any resemblance to real paces or people is purely coincidental.
Finally, these stories are for publication on the Literotica Site only and just because I have shared them on Literotica does not mean I have given permission for them to be reproduced anywhere else.
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Going Down
April hadn't been in her new job for long, an office job she had managed to secure after many years on the factory floor. She liked it, liked the office hours, liked the work, liked the new colleagues she now worked with, but above all she liked the fact that after many years of wearing the hats and coats required in a food factory she was now able to wear proper clothes, nice clothes, able to take pleasure on a daily basis from the way she looked.
Today she was predominantly in black; black hold up stockings, black pencil skirt, black pointed shoes, three inch heel, baggy blouse, white with black pin stripes, tucked in her skirt, underneath a black lace bra and matching knickers.
Around mid morning April was sent on an errand into the factory. It was the first time she had been back there since starting her new job and she was a little apprehensive.
The buildings were on a sloping site and after she had crossed the car park from the office suite she had to enter the factory building on at the ground floor, going up to the third floor where she needed to collect some time sheets from a charge hand for input into the payroll system that day. The time sheets should have been submitted days ago and it was typical of the charge hand that they were late.
April was a little angry as because they were late she had to go into the factory to collect them, something she didn't really want to do, she wanted to avoid the ladies she used to work with as they resented the fact that she got this job, they themselves had wanted it.
April had intended to take the stairs, she hated the lifts, they weren't passenger lifts but were goods lifts, old, rickety metal cage things, always breaking down but when she got to the foot of the stairs there was safety tape all across them, a sign warning that workmen were operating, telling people not to use them.
April stood there for a moment, thinking what to do. There were other stairs but they were right across the other side of the building and you had to cross the factory floor to get there. She didn't want to do that.
Reluctantly April decided to use the lift and walked down the corridor towards it. When she got there she was a little surprised to see a new lift door next to the old cage of the goods lift and as she stood there, looking at it, the lift doors opened and stood straight in front of her was Damien.
April was a little taken aback as she saw who was behind the lift doors - Damien.
Damien worked for a lift company and she had seen him when he visited the factory on many occasions when he was called to work on the old lifts. He was in his mid thirties and absolutely gorgeous, a real mix of everything that she liked in a man; good looking face, even described as film star/model good looks. Under his clothes you could tell he clearly possessed a good body. It was the highlight of the day for the ladies in the factory when he came to service the lift, every one of them ogled after him. They had nicknamed him "going down Damien."
Damien was also a friend of Lucy, April's daughter. Lucy was friends with Damien as they were the same age and that's how April knew quite a bit about him. Lucy was also a stunner, long dark hair, dark brown eyes, the dream of every hot blooded young male in the town. Damien, however had often talked to Lucy about her mum, how good looking he thought her mum was, how Lucy had obviously got her looks from her, but that he thought her mum was so much better. April knew Damien had said this because Lucy had told her, not jealous of it at all, but taking pleasure from the confidence it gave to April, confidence being something Lucy wished her mum had more of.
Damien spoke first,
"Wow April, look at you. What you doing dressed like that? You look stunning."
April found it hard to speak, her face clearly turning crimson as he looked at her, eventually snapping herself to and replying.
"Thank you. I've taken a job in the office, been there a few months now, finally getting away from that factory floor."
"And don't you look better for it?" Damien replied,
"I always knew you were hiding something under those overalls but never thought it was something so sophisticated. Anyway what you doing stood there?"
April explained that she needed to go to the third floor, that the stairs were closed for maintenance work and so she had to take the lift. She also explained how she hated the lifts, always breaking down.
Damien explained that this was a new lift, the company had been required to install it under disability discrimination rules, however it wasn't yet full commissioned, that was what he was doing today.
Perhaps seeing the disappointment that she would have to still have to take the goods lift Damien spoke again,
"hey, I know it's not fully operational but you can use it if you like, it's just I will have to be in there with you."
April looked at him, looked at the lift, grateful for the offer and stepping inside replied.
"Thank you, third floor please."
Damien pressed the button and the lift sprung into action.
As she stood there, at the back of the lift, Damien at the front by the control panel, April stared at him. God he was gorgeous, such a hunk, so bloody good looking! OK he wasn't six foot tall, but you could see through his tight company T shirt that he was well built, that he had a good body, his chest well defined, broad shoulders that emphasised the taper of his torso down to his waist, the muscles on his arms almost bursting out of the material on the sleeves on his T shirt.
His faded dark worker combats, worn a little high on his waist, their loose fit being pulled in tight by his belt, the thick material pulling up between the cheeks of his ass, emphasising his round, firm cheeks, then getting looser only after they had slipped over his obviously thick, muscular thighs.
As she gazed all over him April caught him watching her reflection in the mirrors that covered all walls of the lift, caught her gazing at him. She blushed again, speaking simply to draw his attention away from her embarrassment.
"This is much better than that old goods lift, I hope it's more reliable too, but what are those bars for?"
April was referring to a series of bars that ran horizontally around all three sides of the lift, three on each side, one about two feet off the ground, another about four feet up and the last about six feet. Each bar was about three inches deep, the brushed steel matching the modern design of the lift, clearly functional but also modern in design to compliment the overall feel of the building.
Damien explained that they were put in to protect the mirrors from damage. It was a passenger lift but managers knew that factory staff would use it for small pallets and cages of goods so rather than try prevent this through disciplinary rules and company procedures they decided to install the bars to protect the mirrors.
Before April could reply the lift doors opened, the panel on the wall beeping and a voice say,
"Third floor."
April stepped forward, moving to leave the lift, moving past Damien, his hands accidentally brushing on her skirt as she did so, brushing against her legs, April catching his eye as his fingers felt the top of her hold up stockings through her skirt. Damien just smiled straight at her as she stepped out.
"How long will you be?" He asked "I'll try to be here when you get back, to see you go down."
Damien noticed that April had totally missed his double entendre as she replied,
"Thanks, that would be great. I should only about ten minutes."
Just under ten minutes later and with the time sheets now in her hand April made her way back to the lift. She was relieved to see Damien stood outside, working on the brushed aluminium panel that covered some wires at the side of the door.
As she approached April asked if the lift was still working and Damien explained it was fine, he was just doing some last minute tweaking. They both stepped in the lift and as the doors closed Damien spoke
"Going down?" At the same time looking at April in the mirror, smiling at her. Still no reaction he thought to himself.
