This is the story of a fantasy that became a reality because of a story I wrote and published on Literotica.com.
I had been writing down my fantasies and submitting them them to Literotica for the last couple of years. It seemed that with each new story, I received an increasing number of favorable responses, many from lonely and very horny women.
The last story I published was titled "Breathtaking". I formulated it during long months of taking the monotonous elevator ride to my 19th floor office. I watched countless sexy women enter and exit during that time and fantasized about what it would be like to stop that elevator just once, and have an erotic encounter with a hot slut, cleverly disguised as a respectable professional woman.
So "Breathtaking" was born from my flights of erotic fantasy. Soon after its publication, I received many emails, especially from women who confided that they had enjoyed the story and had had fantasies of being on the receiving end of a hot elevator encounter. I was surprised to learn that there were so many women who longed for a man to stop the elevator in mid-ride, strip her naked in that confined space, and proceed to fuck her senseless while her throaty cries of passion echoed off the close walls.
One email in particular was from a fellow Literotica author, who coincidentally had written a story about a tryst she had imagined enjoying with some construction workers in an elevator. I read her story and enjoyed it immensely, literally. She and I began a correspondence that gradually heated up and eventually, some very personal revelations were introduced.
I learned that this woman, whom I'll call Cindy, was trapped in a very unfulfilling marriage. Whereas her sensuality had reached new peaks after turning 40, her husband, contrastly had experienced a complete loss of his libido. While reading the confidences she shared with me about the frustration she felt at her husband's lack of sexual attention, I began to feel that maybe our correspondence had started for a reason. Examining my own situation, I realized that my own marriage, while satisfying for the most part, lacked an aspect of uninhibited passion and experimentation that I needed.
In one of my letters, I took a chance and broached the subject. I suggested that if we ever got together, I would make her feel like the woman she was. To my surprise, she responded very favorably to the suggestion of a rendezvous, and the sensual content of our email reached new heights. Our electronic relationship deepened when we shared pictures of each other and, finally, exchanged phone numbers.
We began to talk frequently and formulated our plans to come together for an brief affair. Everytime I talked to her, my cock swelled in my pants at the sound of her sexy, southern drawl. I was further enticed by the contrast between her torrid letters, describing what she planned to do to me, and her demure, and even shy demeanor over the phone.
I became increasingly resolved to meet Cindy in person, and give her the long fucking that she so desperately needed and richly deserved.
Over the course of several months, we planned our tryst. Neither of us wanted to risk our current marriages, regardless of how unsatisfying they had become. We both love our spouses and merely wanted to meet each other for a quick rendezvous so that we could fulfill our mutual fantasies. I waited until my wife was taking a trip with her sisters. At the same time, Cindy told her husband that she was attending a three-day seminar through work. The plan was coming together nicely.
Finally the day arrived, and early one Sunday morning, I dropped my wife and kids off at the airport. Rather than heading back home, I headed south to meet my fantasy woman. Both Cindy and I drove 6 hours from opposite directions to reach our agreed upon meeting place. I had booked a hotel in a mid-sized town at the halfway point of our two homes.
Sunday afternoon I arrived at our destination. I went to the bar as planned and looked around. There only person in there was the bartender. I retreated to the payphones in the lobby and called Cindy's cell phone.
"Where are you, baby" I asked.
"I'm here," she replied. "Where are you? I thought you stood me up!"
After some discussion, we realized that she had gone to the wrong location of the same hotel chain. I gave her directions to the hotel I was at and waited patiently. About fifteen minutes later, I was beginning to wonder if she had gotten lost. I turned to the payphone and was about to dial her number when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
Turning around, there she was in all her womanly glory, decked out in a button-down-the-front dress just like I had fantasized about and described to her. She was taller than I expected from her picture and, with her sexy heels on, we stood eye to eye in the deserted hotel lobby.
We drank in the sight of each other for a moment before reaching for each other. I pulled her close as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our mouths met in a deep, lingering kiss. Our tongues explored each other's mouths and savored each other's taste for the first time. Slowly pulling apart, we looked into each other's eyes. where a deep trust seemed to form. We had planned to share a drink together upon our first meeting because I wanted her to feel completely safe before I spirited her into a closed hotel room.
"Would you like a drink," I asked, "Or would you prefer to go straight to our room?"
With a mischievous grin she replied, "Let's go straight to our room."
We kissed some more and I felt my manhood rise, pressing against her thigh. She sighed during our kisses and reached down to lightly stroke its length through my slacks. Pulling apart, we caught our breath and I led her to the registration desk. I gave my reservation information to the clerk as I felt her expressive hands roaming over my butt. Reaching behind me, I explored her soft thighs through her light dress material. I cupped her warm mound with my left hand while signing for our room with my right.
After receiving two keys from the desk clerk, I took Cindy by the hand and led her to the elevator. As we moved hand in hand across the lobby, I said, "We can bring up our stuff from the car later, hmmm?"
Mmmm, hmmm," she replied.
The elevator door opened and, thankfully, it was empty. I quickly pushed the button for our floor before we locked into a tight embrace, kissing passionately as the doors slid shut behind us. I know we were both thinking that I could stop the elevator and take her right then and there, just like in the stories we had both written, but why bother when we had our own private room and large bed to enjoy moments away?
