We're on our way up to our hotel room in Las Vegas after a wonderful evening of gambling and music. You are dressed to kill in a shimmering green evening gown, low-cut with a high hemline, showing your legs and cleavage to their full effect. We're both anxious to get back to our room, but suddenly the elevator lights go out and the elevator stops.
After a second, the red emergency lighting turns on, but the elevator doesn't move. We wait a few minutes, anxiously, but the elevator still doesn't move so I pick up the emergency telephone and wait for someone to answer. After what seems like an eternity, a voice comes on and tells me there is an electrical malfunction, and that an engineer is on the way to fix it. In the meantime, we're stuck in the elevator.
"Dammit," you say. "I just wanna get back to our room, honey! I need you so bad! I've been thinking about it all night!"
I move over to you, and take you into my arms. Holding you tight, I kiss you softly on the lips and then whisper into your ear "It's okay, sweetie, I'm sure they'll have us out soon." Then I flick my tongue against your earlobe and you melt into my arms, your body molding itself to mine. I bite down gently on your ear, and my hands grab your ass to pull you even closer against me so you can feel how hard I am. "I've been thinking about you, too," I whisper as my hands pull your dress up.
You gasp in shock and push me away giggling and squealing out "Not here in the elevator! Someone might see us!" I pull you back and kiss you hard on the mouth, my lips full of passion as I drive my tongue between your lips and then suck gently on them. I break the kiss long enough to say "We'll hear them coming in before they can see anything, or the elevator will start moving. Why should we wait?" You melt again in my arms, this time your hands grabbing my ass to pull me against you.
My cock throbs hard inside my jeans, and you moan into my mouth as we kiss again, our passion overcoming our reason. I fall to my knees and push your dress up to your waist, then pull your thong down to your ankles. My lips kiss passionate trails along your belly and down towards your cleanly shaven pussy, and your knees quiver in anticipation. Not wanting to keep you waiting too long, my tongue draws its way down between the folds of your pussy seeking out your clit. Your juices begin to flow as I trace outlines of love on your pussy, and my tongue finally flits against your clit. You cry out loudly in pleasure as my tongue slides hard across your clitoris.