Last year I found myself in London on business. It was a pretty boring trip, I was there by myself and other than giving a presentation I didn't have any real connection to the other people at the conference. This made my nights pretty boring.
One night I was out late after a mediocre room-service dinner and ended up sitting in a pub for a few hours watching the rest of the world go by. After a few hours I was tipsy enough to know it was time to go home, and I ambled back the two or three blocks to my hotel.
I was at a decent-sized hotel, with a room about 8 floors up, so as I did my best to walk a straight line I headed for the bank of elevators and waited.
The elevator doors parted and there were two people inside. On the right was a man, mid-30's, who was rather unassuming and just standing there, hands in his coat pockets. On the far left was a woman. She was leaning on the side of the elevator, eyes half-open and a half a smile on her face but otherwise fairly slack. Being a guy I paid more attention to her -- early 30's, shoulder length brown hair, dressed in a skirt and jacket, nice legs. Expecting them to get out (it was the ground floor), I had to hurry in when they made no move to exit.
As I entered I definitely saw the woman shudder. At first I wondered if she was tipsy or worse. I pushed my floor and the doors again closed.
I could smell something in the elevator as we started moving. Something musky to be sure, but my booze-tinged brain couldn't get much past that.
I was standing between the two of them, a bit closer to the door, so I had to turn when the woman said hello. I turned to see her looking directly at me, her brown eyes looking straight into mine. She then shuddered and her eyes fluttered, her knees giving way just the slightest bit. Her arms were folded in front of her, holding her other arms. After this episode, she opened her eyes, a bit more heavy and glassy, and looked at me again.
"My doctor over there, " she gestured to the man in the elevator, "says I need a hard cock to cure me."
If I had been sober I would have done a big double-take, but as it was I just smiled and just nodded. "Can't your 'doctor' just give you that himself?" I asked.
"Oh, he does, but sometimes he says I need something stronger." As she said this, she shuddered again, stuttering her words and letting out a soft gasp.
"What am I curing you of?" I asked, once she had recovered a bit.
"Press the tenth floor and you'll find out." Being more than aroused (not to mention intrigued) I pressed 10. She shuddered more visibly and moaned once out loud. She unclasped her arms and one hand pushed up against her pussy from the outside. I could see her nipples now (that I was more or less staring at her) straining against her blouse.
My cock was pretty hard in my pants at this point. The woman noticed and said, "I hope you know how to use that. If he keeps pushing that button I'm going to be forced to find out."
Ah. I looked over at the other guy, who pulled a little remote out of his pocket and grinned. "Just a little shock therapy."
We got out of the elevator on 10, me first with the woman on my arm. She was definitely not steady, and was not being helped by more stimulus from the vibe that her partner was administering. At one step about halfway down the hall, she ground her head into my shoulder and groaned loudly, hanging on to me for support. She quickly regained her composure though, her eyes electric and focused. "Next door on the left. Hurry." She pressed the keycard into my hand.
The door opened and the three of us poured in. Her hand was on my cock immediately, giving it a firm squeeze. With her other hand she pulled my mouth to hers and jammed her tongue into it. She pulled away after a moment. "Get me out of these clothes."
