She was there almost every day when he got home from work. If he was lucky, he got to ride in the elevator with her. She was the most exotic treasure he had ever laid eyes on. Her lips were of devil red and her skin the color of mocha. Trenton often mused that she had to be the girl in the old Ricky Martin song. But Ricky Martin's description didn't do this beauty enough justice. He could tell even though she often wore high heels with her business attire that she must be around five foot seven, and even though she always dressed modestly he could still see that she had a lean muscular physique, complete with a luscious rump and perky breasts.
She smiled at him politely as he got into the elevator with her again, just like she always did. He smiled back shyly and nodded. It was always like this. His tongue seemed to swell three sizes in his mouth. His heart caught in his throat, and his palms were already beginning to sweat. He couldn't even bear to look into those big brown eyes, so speaking to her was out of the question.
"Going up?" She asked in a cheerful voice.
His apartment was on the third floor. Hers was on the fifth. Trenton had seen her press the button enough times to know that. The elevator could go up from the first floor or down into the basement parking garage that was designed for the penthouse complex, so she always asked him the same thing.
"Yeah," he would always say.
She pressed two buttons and the elevator began to move. Then she put her briefcase down and sighed.
"I just love the end of the day," she said as she bent over to adjust her panty-hoes.
As she did so, Trenton could make out her panty line, and her hair hung down to cover her face. He'd never realized that her hair had streaks of red mixed with the dark chocolate brown. There seemed to be a new discovery every time he lay eyes on her. Her perfume filled his senses again, and before he melted completely he realized he was staring.
She smiled at him again. Had she caught him?
"Like what you see?" she asked coyly.
Oh god, thought Trenton. She had.
Trenton felt himself flush. The elevators in these old buildings were so damn slow!
"S-sorry," Trenton said. "I guess I was zoning out. Long day."
The woman looked mildly disappointed as she stood back up and recovered her briefcase.
"Yeah," she said, looking up at the numbers as the number "2" lit up. "It was."
Suddenly there was a bump, a whir, and the lights flickered and dimmed. The elevator came to a jarring halt. Trenton lost his balance and fell into the corner. The woman nearly fell on him, but she caught herself with her arms.
"Crap!" she said as she pushed herself off him lightly. "Figures. Right when we're almost home, right?"
She'd touched him. She'd actually touched him. Her hands had been so soft, and he could feel his nipples bristle even under his business suit. Trenton felt like he was going to faint.
They stood there like that for almost a minute. The woman with her arms folded, tapping her foot, and Trenton pressed against the wall, his head bowed as he tried to stay conscious.
"What's you're name anyway?" The woman asked at last.
"Trenton."
"Nice to meet you Trenton. I'm Cassidy."
She offered her hand for him to shake it, and Trenton took it but only after he had wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of his pants.
"Wonder how long we're going to be stuck like this?" Cassidy mused.
"I-I don't know," Trenton offered uselessly.
"Well, it's getting hot in here." Cassidy said. "I hope you don't mind if I make myself more comfortable."
Cassidy removed her outer sports coat, folded it, and placed it on the floor. Then she kicked off her black high heels and undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She slid down the wall and sat with her legs straight out, and then she adjusted her skirt to make sure nothing was showing. Or was it so just enough was visible, Trenton wondered as he caught a glimpsed of a bit of dark lacy material as she wiggled her bottom. He quickly looked away before she noticed him staring again.
"Aren't you going to do the same thing?" Cassidy asked. "You've got to be getting hot in that."
