Could the day have started any worse? The mishaps just seemed to pick up momentum and things continued to decline -- a dead car battery, road construction, an indifferent husband (although that had been an ongoing issue for quite some time now). It was one of those days that should have held promise, but the morning started crappy when I overslept. Everything just went south from there, including a parking ticket that I would find later slapped on my windshield -- well almost everything went south. Today was supposed to be the day that I would be closing several major sales that would set me on my way monetarily, but by the time I had finished the interview with my real estate accountant, I was almost ready to just jump from the 92nd floor as much as take the elevator -- and particularly not the same elevator that had broken down on the way up. About a dozen of us were stranded for more than an hour.
With no phone reception in the dead elevator, there was no contact with the outside world. As things turned out, the accountant had about given up on me for the day and was about to leave when the 'elevator dozen' was finally rescued and I made my way to the 92nd floor via some stairs and a service elevator. I had no idea in hell how to find my way back, but I was too consumed with making sure I took care of the contracts.
After being assertive with this pasty, horn-rimmed bean counter, he grudgingly took me back to his office, but the meeting was rocky and nothing went as I had planned. He was a real asshole even though I was making him a lot of money. Fortunately, I was able to control it enough to ensure that the contracts, at least, were mostly to my liking. However, after over an hour with Mr. Numbers and no one apparently left in the building, I wandered about the halls aimlessly looking for the correct elevator to take me to ground floor.
I must have spent 15 minutes walking in circles looking for the elevator bank and was about to swallow my pride and go back to the accountant's office. God, I didn't want to do that, so I decided to just go into the lady's room and freshen up.
As I stepped up to the mirror, I smiled at the reflection. "Been through the wringer today, eh girl?" I asked myself. I just splashed some water on my face, undid the top button to my blouse to show off more of my tan and other attributes, touched up some make-up, and straightened my hair. "Good to go."
When I exited the restroom, I still had no idea how long I would be roaming these halls. That's when I noticed a tall, dark man with a Canvas knapsack tucked under his arm. He seemed quite preoccupied and very intense. I pretended not to notice his striking good looks, but I couldn't help myself. He had silvery-black hair and intense brown eyes. His eyebrows revealed that he was self-assured. I was awestruck and just a little bit frightened (with everything else today, he's probably a serial killer). I was also very curious and decided to take a risk and go up to him.
"Excuse me, but do you know the way to the lobby elevator?" I wanted to sink into my shoes as he turned to me with his intense expression on his face. It's odd. As he turned to me, I felt both a little scared and a little aroused. Then his face softened, and he simply he smiled (God, what a wonderful smile he had!).
"Sure do. I am on my way out. You can just follow along with me." And with that he gestured for me to walk alongside as he tucked his business papers into the canvas.
Oh God! My heart just jumped into my throat and I could feel myself blushing a bit. I could feel the little bit of arousal begin to grow a bit more noticeable, and I stopped and feigned fixing my shoe as I squeeze my thighs together.
He was really friendly, and the conversation was easy. He laughed out loud when I told him about the day's mishaps. He said really couldn't believe that all those things had happened, and his hand just naturally rested on my shoulder as he bent and laughed again. It was like an electric wire for me, and I had to really work to hide my reaction. I certainly couldn't fix my shoe again. Then as quickly it was off. Before I knew it, we were quickly to the elevator bank.
He stopped between two doors and pressed the button. As his hand reached out, I noticed his ring, and I am sure he saw mine. Still the conversation flowed easily while we waited for the elevator to work its way back up to 92. As we talked, I noticed he would try and sneak a glance every now and then at my tanned cleavage, and I actually found myself trying to rearrange my position so I could give him a better look. God! What was I doing flirting like a schoolgirl, and with a married man?! Our discussion moved easily among topics including work, favorite foods and movies. To that point, we never spoke of the three "S's" (sports, sex, or spouses), but when the discussion did start to move on to the more intimate "S's", sports still ever came up.
Somehow banter about our love lives and crappy home (i.e., sex) lives were eventually broached, and his glance became more intense again. It seemed as if he was now looking right through my clothes, leaving me standing naked. I wasn't sure if I was more nervous or aroused. I did know that I wanted to fall into his embrace and kiss his wonderful mouth.
We were standing for quite some time, and with all these emotions swirling and the craziness of the day to compound matters, my head was swirling and my knees just buckled. I lurched and put my hands out on his chest to steady myself. His free arm reached out and caught my elbow.
As I regained my balance and glanced up to him, there was that gaze piercing through my eyes. My palms were still steadying me against his chest. Although I had never done anything like this before in my sheltered life, I just let both hands slide up his chest and around his neck. I lifted myself up on my toes and let my chest rest against his. Our mouths moved closer, and we were just about to fall into our kiss when.............
