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.