// This story is inspired by that short video of a woman flashing her ass in an elevator mirror for her camera and then having a dude walk in on her. Her ass was phenomenal, which I'm hoping this story will be for you too.
This is a work of fiction. //
I looked up at the clock: oh god it was almost 11pm.
Leaning back into my chair, I raised my arms in a long and slow stretch. I was the last one in the office that day (or rather, that night), but I'd finally finished my proposal for tomorrow's meeting with our client.
"Final-fucking-ly," I said to no one in particular as I dragged the document from my File Explorer into the shared Google Drive folder, where my client would be able to access it for reference.
As the file uploaded, I spun around in my chair and took in my surroundings.
I worked in a typical city-centre office building, and my company occupied half of the 24th-floor in one of the city's more affordable high-rise towers. What did my company do? What did I do for the company? C'mon, do you really care? You're here for the sex stories, and boy do I have one to share with you.
But if you really wanted to know, I was a low-level employee doing sales for my company which was in the business of confectionery manufacturing. Sweets for kids, chocolate for baking, condiments for coffee, you name it, we probably supplied it.
I was new to the company, which was why my supervisors had left me to deal with the time-consuming task of drafting documents and preparing contracts for our business deals with external clients. Exciting? Not really. But the pay was above-average for what I did, which was why I wasn't complaining as I did my work all alone in the empty office.
A beep from my laptop alerted me that the upload was finished. I turned in my chair to check that everything was in order before shutting down my laptop and closing its screen. With a tired sigh I gathered my belongings, got up, and made for the exit.
Leaving my office, I noticed that the building's main elevator doors (which were right in front of my office front door) were already open. Surprised but pleased with this, I walked right over.
As I turned into the elevator however, I was greeted with another surprise: a tall young woman had her back turned and facing the rear of the elevator (which had a mirror-ed glass surface) and had lifted her short skirt up to reveal her round buttocks. She was holding her phone up and making a kissy-face with her lips.
I paused mid-step, and the woman - realising what just happened - quickly dropped her skirt and faced the front of the elevator, her gaze averted to the side and blushing hard.
How was a lad supposed to react in a situation like that? Some chads might whistle and make a snarky compliment about her curves. Other bros might offer to hold up her skirt for her to get a better angle for her OnlyFans feed. But me?
I blinked, stepped into the elevator, and quickly faced the front.
What a nerd, right?
As the elevator doors closed, I took the chance to sneak a peek at the young lady who's butt I'd managed to appreciate for a brief moment just seconds ago. Looking up very carefully, I used the elevator door's reflective surface to gaze upon my lift buddy.
She was tall. She was wearing a white tank top and loose blue mini skirt with white floral patterns on it. She wore nude-coloured pump heels, and held a small pink handbag in her slender arms, along with a grey blazer. Her skin was lightly-tanned, on a body that had the physique of a supermodel. Or an Instagram model. No difference nowadays.
She was... caucasian? But there were noticeable exotic features in her face. Big eyes, thick lips, and long luscious dark-brown hair. She might've been hispanic. Or mixed. Impossible to know for sure without asking.
No way was I going to ask though. The air between us was silent and yet thick enough to cut with a knife. No doubt we were both feeling awkward after she inadvertently flashed me. I didn't mind, of course.
I didn't recognise her. Was she from the opposite office from mine? Was that why the elevator doors had been open: because she'd just gotten in? Why was she still around when it was almost 11pm?
So many questions I would never ever ask.
Or at least, I would've never asked if not for what happened next.
As the elevator passed the 9th floor, there was a sudden jerk that threw me (and her) off balance. I grabbed the handrail to prevent myself from falling over.
"What the?.." I said out loud as the elevator came to an unexpected stop. The usual elevator hum as it zoomed past floors was now gone, and I couldn't feel any vibrations either. We'd most definitely gotten stuck.
I heard a soft groan from behind me and I looked up to see in the reflection that the woman behind me had fallen onto her ass on the elevator floor.
As much as I was a shy lad, I was also a gentleman. I turned around and offered her my hand.
"You okay?" I asked. She nodded, taking my hand and allowing herself to be pulled up.
"Yes, thank you," she replied in fluent english. She looked up and around at the elevator.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I think we got stuck," I replied, tapping on the 1st-floor button. The elevator buttons were not lighting up.
I then tried the emergency bell button. It rang with a sharp buzz as I held it down for a few seconds before letting go. But when there was no response after waiting a while, I pressed it again, longer this time. But still there was no response.
"Goddammit," I said, now whipping out my phone and looking for a number to call near the buttons. I soon found it and dialed the number. A sleepy voice picked up, and I explained the situation to them. All this while the woman stood behind me and watched.
"Okay, help will be along shortly," I said, putting down the call and turning to address the woman. She nodded before leaning back against the elevator handrails. I chose to sit down on the floor instead.
It was awkward. For a couple of minutes the both of us used our phones in silence. Texting people, posting about being stuck in a lift on social media, checking memes... the works.
As I searched my sling bag for a sweet to suck the time away, I decided to be a kind samaritan.
"Mint?" I asked, extending my hand with the sweets towards the woman. She looked over, seemed to consider my offer for a moment, before nodding and accepting the roll of sweets.
"Thanks," she said. That seemed to be all she was saying to me so far.
As she popped the mints in her mouth, she too decided that to remain standing was futile, and so she got comfortable on the floor with her legs crossed and leaning back against the walls like I was doing. She hung her blazer around the handrail and dropped her handbag to the floor beside her, before handing the mints back to me.
"You were working late too?" she asked as I took my mints from her.
I was surprised to hear her start the conversation, but I rolled with it.
"Yeah. You're from floor 24 too?"
"Yeap. Had to finish some documents for my boss before tomorrow."
"Hah, tell me about it..."
We found common ground in our employment, and for the next few minutes we talked about our similar experiences as entry-level newbies in a large corporation. Working long hours for our supervisors, picking up behind them and doing the menial work... It was a drag.
"...and then she had the nerve to ask if I could pick up her dry-cleaning!" she exclaimed, and I laughed (more out of politeness than actual humour).
"God, what a bitch," I said.
"SUCH a bitch," she agreed with me.
It then occurred to me that we didn't even know each other's names yet.
"I'm Tim, by the way," I said. I extended a hand to shaked. She smiled and accepted the handshake.
"Nice to meet you Tim. I'm Yure," she said.
"I'm sorry?" I wasn't sure if I had caught her name right.
"YURE. It's like the word year, but spelt Y-U-R-E," she explained.
"Wow, is that an english name?"
"Probably not. I'm Polish."
I raised my brows in surprise. "That's cool. You don't sound Polish though," I observed.
