Looking past the shoulder of Mr. Simmons as he droned on about his company's requirements for expansion, I couldn't help but notice the fluffy clouds that drifted by his 19th story window. The early May sky was such a bright blue that it almost hurt my eyes to look at it. As my meeting with Simmons drew to a close, I decided to take the rest of the afternoon off to enjoy the gorgeous spring day.
Brimming with excitement at the possibilities that lay ahead, I waited for the elevator in the lobby of 19. The elevator arrived, the doors opened, and I stepped into the car. My breath caught in my throat as I saw a beautiful, raven-haired woman standing before me wearing a deep green, silk dress. She stood in a pool of warm light cast by the overhead cannister. Our eyes met ever so briefly before she looked away at the control panel.
As the elevator began its descent, I took in her shapely form, noticing the way her womanly curves were hugged by the finely tailored material. The scooped neck and sleeveless cut revealed creamy skin that looked smoother than her silk dress, which fastened from the neckline to the hem with buttons covered in the same material. ‘Expensive,’ I thought.
Expressive, sea green eyes augmented a stunning face that was framed by shoulder length black waves. Her downcast eyes seemed lost in thought, but I felt that she was aware of my presence in the confined space.
I unconsciously sighed, "Breathtaking."
She raised her eyes to meet mine and stared at me wide-eyed. "Excuse me?" she asked.
"Please forgive me, miss," I replied. "My thoughts betrayed me. I didn't mean to say that out loud."
"What was it you said?" she asked again.
"I said, 'breathtaking.' I was lost in my thoughts when the elevator doors opened, and wasn't prepared for the sight of such a breathtaking woman as you."
Her look softened. She smiled and said, "Well thank you, kind sir."
Just then the elevator car stopped on the 15th floor. An elderly gentleman stepped in and pressed 14. He turned his back to the lady and I, and gazed intently at the lit numbers above the panel. To my delight, the woman in green smiled tentatively at me. I smiled back, relieved that I had not offended her, and then noticed the electricity that seemed to crackle between us as we gazed at each other.
The elderly gentlemen shuffled out of the car on 14 and the doors glided shut again, leaving the two of us alone. The elevator resumed its descent to the ground floor. A look of mirth curved the corners of her luscious mouth as she tapped one finger against her cheek.
"Hmm," she began. "I've always wanted to try this." She stepped toward the elevator buttons and, to my surprise, pulled the red emergency stop button. The elevator car lurched to a halt and an annoying ringing commenced. A look of alarm crossed her face. "Oh dear," she said, "Will that bring the fire department crashing through the roof?"
"Not if I can help it, m'lady."
Just then, a voice came over the intercom, "This is Security at the front desk. Is everything alright in there?"
I glanced at the woman in green who was looking at me expectantly, hoping I could resolve the situation. She nodded encouragement and glanced at the little speaker that emitted the guard's voice. I stepped toward the speaker, pressed the tak button and said, "Everything is fine. This is Mr. Jacobs. Is this Jesse?"
"Yes sir, it is," the speaker emitted.
"Well Jesse, I can assure you that there is no life-threatening emergency here." I smiled at the lady in green, and was encouraged by her return smile as I added, "An associate and I just felt an urgent need for a very private discussion. Please turn off the alarm and take this car out of service for now. I'll let you know when we're finished with our meeting." I watched the woman in green as I spoke. She didn't seem to object to my directions to the guard.
Many stories below, Jesse was looking at the small monitor, which projected the view from a tiny video camera mounted in the corner of our elevator car. He immediately assessed the nature of the private meeting I had in mind. "I understand, sir,” he said, sounding very official. “ Please feel free to take as long as you like. There are five other cars in service. Just press the intercom button when you are finished."
"Roger Wilco, over and out," I said, then turned to fully face the sexy woman before me. The alarm bell stopped ringing suddenly, leaving only the sound of our breathing in the silence that followed.
At first, her eyes were wide with puzzlement. In response to her puzzled expression, I explained, “I work for the building. I’m in charge of customer relationship management.” Then her face broke into a relieved grin, revealing flawless white teeth. I couldn’t suppress a grin of my own as I imagined those perfect teeth nibbling on my cock.
I slowly advanced toward her, while she floated backward to the wall of the car. I guessed that she didn’t want to appear to be too easy, but her eyes betrayed her. They began to soften and glow with desire. Her breath seemed to be a little shorter as she softly said, "You certainly handled this semi-emergency situation very well so far, Mr. Jacobs."
"Thank you, miss . . ."
"Solomon," she said, extending her left hand. "You can call me Jill."
I closed the space between us and inhaled her light perfume. Raising my right hand with palm upturned, I brought my fingertips to rest against the underside of her outstretched hand. I felt the soft warm flesh of her palm and applied the slighted amount of upward pressure, bringing her fingers toward my face. I brushed my lips ever so softly against her knuckles and breathed, "Call me Adam."
I lightly kissed her fingers as my right hand held her left one near my lips. With our eyes locked on each other, my free left hand strayed to her breasts. Barely touching the soft silk, I brushed her healthy mounds through the confining material with the back of my hand.
She jumped at my touch, then seemed to melt against the wall. I loomed above her, kissing each finger while softly stroking her hardening nipple. Her free hand grazed my crotch area. She sighed at the growing bulge in my lightweight trousers. "Mmm," she murmured. Then a look of concern crossed her face and she asked, "Is that security guard watching us right now?"
"No," I lied.
In reality, Jesse was watching his video monitor intently, idly rubbing himself through his uniform pants and thinking, 'Way to go, Mr. Jacobs!'
"Okay," she said, and returned her hand to my crotch, slowly running it along the length of my growing member.
I pressed the backside of my left hand more firmly against her breasts. They seemed to swell beneath the silk as her breathing deepened. Her hardening nipple could be felt through the thin material. I entwined the fingers of my right hand firmly with her left and raised it above her head. Leaning into her, I admired the underside of her creamy smooth arm, lightly dappled with beauty marks.
With her breath coming in shorter gasps, she reached her face toward mine as I neared her open mouth. Holding her left hand against the wall above her head, I grazed my lips across hers before moving to plant an open mouthed kiss on her smooth but damp underarm.
She gasped at my touch on this sensitive spot. I explored her smooth underarm with my mouth and tongue, gently sucking the sensitive skin into my mouth and punctuating the expression of my desire with little kisses directly on her smooth underarm.
With her hand held fast against the wall above her, she squirmed with pleasure and groaned, "God, that feels good, Adam. Do I taste alright?"
"Heavenly," I murmured between kisses. I slowly began to kiss, lick and nibble my way up the underside of her outstretched arm. She writhed with pleasure. Her body began to sway fluidly beneath the place where I held her hand firmly against the wall.
"I'm sure glad I shaved this morning," she said, then added, "...everywhere."
Her free right hand, no longer content to feel my hardening cock through my pants, found my zipper and lowered it. Reaching into my pants, she guided my engorged member through my boxers and into her waiting hand. "Mmm," she cooed, "Nice," and began stroking it slowly. My left hand turned and fully enveloped her straining breast. I plied and squeezed the soft tissue in time with her moans of pleasure.
Halfway up her left arm, my nibbles and kisses move to the topside of her exposed arm. I sidled around behind her and squeezed between her body and the elevator wall.
Once I was directly behind her, I released her left hand and glided my hands down along her hourglass shaped torso. She seemed to melt backward into me. Gathering up the soft silk of her dress, I cupped her curvaceous ass with both hands and felt the outline of her sexy thong underwear. I moved my enlarged cock to nestle it between her warm buns. Tensing my groin muscles, the head engorged with extra blood and swelled between her smooth ass cheeks.
“Ooh, yeah,” she encouraged as she felt the swelling. Her hands moved between her legs and reached back to grip my cock. I moved my hands around her front and slid them along her abdomen. She leaned her ass into me as she pulled the flimsy thong aside, inching my cock head closer to her waiting pussy. She snapped the thong against the underside on my cock holding it firmly against her steaming hot pussy lips. One hand ran fingertips along the underside of my pulsing shaft, while her other strayed to her own clit.
"I want you," she breathed, leaning back and grinding her soft ass against me.
"I can tell," I replied. "I'm all yours, baby."
She sighed and continued ministering to her own pussy while pulling on my cock. She began to slowly gyrate in a circular motion with her ass against my lower abdomen. Moving my hands away from massaging her tits through her dress, I began to nuzzle the side of her neck and slowly unfasten each silk-covered button from her neckline down. She continued to reach between her legs to stroke both of us and murmur approvingly as I worked on disrobing her.
When I had her dress unbuttoned to her navel, I pushed it off her shoulders. Her hands left her own pussy and my cock long enough to allow it to fall to her waist. Then she sexily slid it over her hips and kicked it into the corner.
Meanwhile, Jesse watched with rapt attention. Alone in the huge marble lobby, he scooted his chair closer to the console, where his raging hard-on could avoid detection from passers by. Looking around and seeing no one, he drew his cock from his pants and began to slowly stroke it while silently cheering me on.
