Going Up

Feeling the hand creeping around my bottom, I shivered with delight at the sensation, hoping the duration of the lift journey upward would last a reasonable length of time.

I only had myself to blame for the situation I found myself in. I had made the journey to meet Alice, a friend from my old school, we had met on our first day at private school when our respective fathers had sent us there. As 'new' girls we had an immediate bond and had been close friends ever since. We'd arranged to meet on the observation deck of one of the really tall buildings in the city, before taking lunch in one of the restaurants. There were 80 floors, and all were served by lifts.

After dad had left for work, (he's not my biological father, I have no idea who that was, neither did my mother, he'd adopted me after my mother had passed away, when I was 9. However, that part of my life is quite another and very separate story). I had dressed that morning after my shower, choosing something smart, attractive and appropriate for the social setting. Additionally, I wanted to wear something pretty, frilly and feminine, so I looked through my undie's drawer. Normally I wear plain and comfortable underwear. However, now and again, on days like these, I like to wear the girly type of stuff. After drying myself, I chose an Alannah lace trimmed light apple green half slip, bra and knicker set that dad had bought me from good old M&S. Teamed with lace topped tan holdups, a loose box pleated dark green mini skirt, a black silk blouse, with a forest green double-breasted jacket.

The skirt was decent enough, at about 7" above my knees. The panties were beautifully adorned with lace, trimmed with mauve bows and embroidery, but quite thin, smooth and delicate in the seat. They felt gorgeous against my skin, soft, sensuous and very sexy. Together with the Pretty Polly hold ups, just walking, even in my Cuban heeled t-bar shoes, was an altogether sexually stimulating experience. I felt very cute and desirable and knew I would attract a lot of attention.

I took the Northern Line tube from Golders Green to London Bridge, sitting quietly near the door about mid train. It wasn't too busy, and I relaxed as I looked forward to meeting my friend Alice on the observation deck. At Belsize Park, a smart looking man got on, he was gorgeous, strikingly attractive, reasonably tall, brown hair, smouldering blue eyes, and fair skin. He was dressed in a smart light grey two-piece suit, a carrying a slim attaché case, in large strong hands. Calm, self possessed, he exuded an air of confidence and authority, he presented as someone who was used to being in control.

Looking up and down the carriage to find a vacant seat, he walked up to the bank across from me, and sat down almost opposite. Glancing over at me, smiling in acknowledgement, his eyes strayed down to my knees, and the dark shadows under the pleated hem of my skirt. He made no attempt to hide his interest, brazenly looking directly at my thighs. Casually I pressed my knees together and turned my legs to the side, away from him, reducing what he might have been able to see.

The journey passed quickly enough, and I rose carefully to get off at London Bridge, making sure I had picked up my handbag before standing by the door as the train arrived at the platform. The man also stood up and prepared to get off at the stop as well. He stood well back from the doors and didn't appear to be taking much notice of me. The doors opened and I stepped off, joining the light crowd as we all walked towards the escalator up to the main hall.

As I began the ride up, I stood to the right, allowing people who were in a hurry to pass me by. Glancing back, I saw him behind me, several feet below and he was looking up at me. I knew he was looking up the back of my skirt. I could tell by the expression on his face, that because I was standing facing forward there was no protection from the shadow of my skirt and slip. He had a full view of my bottom, stocking tops, and knickers, and as I had one foot up on the next tread, my gusset was clearly visible to him, filled by my plump vulva as it strained against the material at my crotch. He smiled at me, and nodded acknowledgment, but openly continued to look up the back of my thighs at my bottom. Feeling stirred and a just a little devilish, I leaned forwards slightly and pushed my rear back, increasing the expense of panties he could see.

Arriving at the top of the escalator. I walked through the hall and left by the St Thomas Street entrance, heading towards the building where I was to meet Alice. I had lost sight of the man as I went toward the exit and had forgotten about him. After about five minutes of steady paced walking, I arrived, showed my ticket, went through security and made my way to the first lift. There was a bit of a crowd, and I was pressed into the back right hand corner. As I waited for the car to fill, I realised that the man from the tube was standing next to me on my left.

Looking up at him as the car started to move, he pursed his lips, and raised one eyebrow almost in a gesture of enquiry. He held his attaché case slightly in front of himself in his left hand, and I felt a delicious thrill, as his right hand moved over behind me, before resting in the small of my back.

There were a lot of stops at various floors as people got on, or off, but the lift didn't empty by much. In the meantime, he slowly slipped his hand down to my hip, squeezing my buttocks, then moving down to the centre plump swell of my bum, his fingers gently pulling both my hems up, and softly touching the back of my knickers. Moving the flat of his palm over the cheeks of my behind making circular motions, (my 'balcony' bum, as daddy calls it) he raised my level of awareness. His fingers found their way under the elastic leg of my knickers, sampling the texture of my warm skin, and the firm muscled flesh underneath it, moving in gentle circles as the soft material rubbed over the back of his hand. Massaging gently before pressing his fingertips between the top of my thighs and under my gusset. Stroking the smooth strip of satin with his middle and index finger, pressing his thumb into the crease between my buttocks. I looked up at him wide eyed, revelling in the sensation of his hand and of my panties as they brushed sensually against my skin.

His eyes crinkled at the corners as he pushed his fingers further under, feeling my heavy outer lips through the cloth, swelling under his touch. I sighed softly as I closed my eyes enjoying the unexpected treat of the physical touch. He moved closer to me, obscuring any view of his lower arm behind my body, I pressed my rear against him, pushing my buttocks into his hand as he probed deeper, his fingers kneading my vulva with smooth regular motions.

A few feet in front of us, a woman turned and looked at us, her eyes filled with mild curiosity, neither of us acknowledged her, and he carried on rubbing and stroking my posterior, he wasn't at all concerned about her attention, or the fact that what he was doing it to me was in a very public place. She turned away, not having established anything to see. I started to melt a little, my tummy muscles tightened, and I began feeling a slow but positive arousal. The pressure from his fingers was steady and rhythmic, and the movement of my skirt hem against my thighs added to the sense of pleasure. I tried to stifle a gasp, but only succeeded in reducing the level of noise. I became so turned on that I lost myself and he felt the warm dampness of me as I dribbled into my panties.

The lift arrived at the 33rd floor, where we had to change to another lift to get up to the observation decks. He removed his hand from under my skirt, and we went out of the lift. Walking to the next lift, I was excited to note that he was walking closely behind me towards the same one. This lift was equally as crowded, and yet again I moved to the right-hand rear corner of the elevator, he stepped alongside me, once again tucking himself behind my shoulder.

There was no hesitation this time, his palm slid smoothly over my bottom, and under the hem of my skirt and slip. I parted my legs slightly to allow him ease of access to the underside of my panties, his fingers exploring the elastic at the side of the gusset. We were going up to the 72nd floor, to the open-air observation deck, where I was going to meet my friend Alice. It was due to stop at the 68th floor for the main internal gallery, before rising to the top, it was supposed to be a quick journey, so we were both conscious that we couldn't waste any time.

Pulling my knickers to one side and pushing his fingers under the cotton lined central panel. He felt my softness, warm and slippery, his fingertips rubbing my minor labia, from vestibule up to clitoris, his touch was heavenly as he stimulated my aroused little bean. I started to get very wet, as his middle finger slipped down and into my vaginal entryway. Pushing in as far as he could, he moved it in and out, curling his finger as he pulled back, his thumb, wet from my lubricant, slipped perilously close my bottom, something I'd never experienced before. Eventually resting in between my legs against my perineal skin. It was thrilling when he pinched the finger inside me and his thumb together, as his index finger rubbed back and fore over my wet vaginal lips, and his ring and little finger flicked my clitoris.

Pressing myself back against him, I was rewarded by the feeling of his stiff hard erection digging into my upper thigh and hip. It felt like he was well equipped, and I wondered, if there was somewhere when we arrived at the gallery sufficiently discreet enough where we could engage with each other.

The lift stopped at the 68th floor and the majority of passenger got off, replaced by others who wanted to get to the top. I understood that, given the price of the tickets people would wish to get full value for money. We stayed where we were, knowing that there was probably less than a minute to go, as we both enjoyed the feelings, he, of my soft warmth and wetness. Me, from the sensations his fingers were generating, and the stiffness of his cock pressing into my bum. He rotated his middle finger inside me, pressing hard while twisting and curling it, touching the sensitive part of tissue just under my pubic bone, my vaginal entrance closed around his finger, clasping it softly with the smooth and soft tissue. It was so lovely that I almost cried, but he knew exactly how to give a girl pleasure with just his fingers, and I enjoyed it immensely, feeling considerable gratitude towards him.

The lift arrived at the 72nd floor, and our fellow travellers began to get out, so stunned by the panoramic views of the city as they stepped out on to the deck, they they paid no attention to us at all. We were still hesitating in the rear corner of the car. Reluctantly he pulled his finger out of me, firmly but slowly, creating an intense sensation, which I rewarded with a little gush of fluid onto his hand. Thoughtfully, he snapped the elastic of my knickers back over the cheek of my buttocks and drew his hand out from under my skirts. I reached behind me and smoothed the pleated rear of my skirt back into place, wiggling my bottom to seat my panties properly around my legs and lower body.

I looked up at him again, and saw that his eyes were closed, and he'd put his fingers between his lips, relishing the taste of me, fresh, rich and sweet though slightly salty. We walked out of the lift, and I turned to speak to him, perhaps to arrange a meeting with him later. However, although I thought he was close behind me, he was nowhere to be seen. I was puzzled and couldn't work out where he had gone. I looked around hoping to catch sight of him, but he wasn't on the gallery floor at all. I realised that he must have stepped back into the lift and returned to somewhere on the lower floors.

Alice saw me standing there looking a little bewildered, she waved and made her way towards me.

"Hello Lucy, you made it then, how lovely to see you."

She spent some time pointing out the various landmarks, and we enjoyed the general views together. It was a bit breezy, so we decided to go to the restaurant on the 31st floor. I had made reservations, and on arrival we were seated in a quiet corner, we ordered some light food, prawn starters, and beef fillet, with a crisp Chardonnay from Chile, it was quiet and private, so we enjoyed a pleasant few hours, eating, drinking and generally catching up. Exchanging gossip, trading information about mutual friends and acquaintances we talked, and laughed, generally enjoying ourselves as time passed by.

After a while, Alice asked me.

"Is everything alright Lucy, you seemed a little flustered when we met upstairs?''

I thought for a moment before replying.

"I'm fine, it's just that I had a delightful and very memorable experience on the way up earlier."

"Intriguing, what sort of experience?"

"Well, there was this simply absolutely gorgeous man, who I saw on the tube train to London Bridge, he followed me here, and took the same lifts as me on the way up."

"So, what was the 'delightful' experience?"

I hesitated before replying, making sure that we couldn't be overheard.

"He fingered me, I mean, really fingered me, and he knew how to do it properly."

"God! Lucy you lucky, lucky girl, come on, do tell me everything."

Spending time, I described the events in detail, missing nothing out. Alice sat quietly and listened intently, almost feeling the experience with me. I had no qualms about discussing personal things with her, we were best friends, and trusted each other with our secrets. If we were ever to reveal what we knew of each other, people's hair would curl with the lucidity of our past, and current behaviours. When I'd finished, having taken in all the details as I spoke, she asked.

"This man, I'm really envious because he sounds almost perfect. So, are you going to meet up with him later?"

"I have no idea who he was, he slipped away after we got out of the lift, I didn't get an opportunity to speak with him, but I was hoping to see him when we came down here. I've been watching the people, and there's no sign of him so far."

"You must be frustrated, all that foreplay and no resolution, from the sound of what you've told me, he knows his way around a girl's body, he's probably fantastic in bed."

"You never know, perhaps I'll see him on the way home, maybe he'll catch the same tube as me.

Alice shifted her bottom on the chair, her genitals alive with desire as the thoughts of my description invaded her senses. I smiled and patted her hand sympathetically, my understanding of how she felt, mirrored by my own turbulent sensations. We shared the moment, each of us savouring the thoughts of intimacy. After a few moments Alice spoke.

"It sounds as though you really enjoyed it, I'm getting wet here just thinking about it, I'd love someone to do that to me in the lift, or anywhere for that matter."

"It was lovely Alice, made all the more so by the thrill of almost getting caught."

"You enjoy getting fingered then?"

"Not normally with men, most of them have no finesse, they think all they need to do is force their fingers in as hard as they can, and that's all we need to enjoy ourselves. It can be very painful particularly if they don't look after their fingernails."

She shifted her bottom on her seat again, and I could tell she was getting aroused. We enjoy talking about our sexual exploits with each other, and frequently get absorbed in the description to the extent that it stirs us. We were best friends, but had never been lovers, both agreeing without words that it would spoil our friendship.

"Still, I wouldn't mind Lucy, if it was someone really hot."

We sat for a while each dreaming of various scenarios, we might find ourselves in at some point in the future. Time however, the great enemy had passed so quickly, and having finished our food, wine, and catchup, we had to go our separate ways.

I paid our bill, and we went down to the foyer and out into the pavement, where we pecked each others cheek and hugged goodbye, making tentative arrangements to meet up again the following month. She hailed a cab, and I walked slowly back to London Bridge tube station, frequently looking around to see if I could spot my mystery man, perhaps following me discreetly. My hopes were not fulfilled however, there were plenty of men taking interest in me, but none of them were him.

Going down the long escalator to the northern line I walked through the pedestrian tunnel to the northbound platform. It was a few minutes until my train arrived, but the underground was reasonably quiet at that time in the afternoon. I attracted a few glances from some of the men, but nothing particularly noticeable to me. I looked around, hoping, but he wasn't there.

Standing on the platform facing the direction the tube would come from, I could hear the sounds as it approached the station. The air pressure rose, until there was a whoosh of hot wind which rushed along the tracks, and caught the hems of my skirt and slip, blowing them up around my waist in a swirling mass of pleats, silk and lace, revealing my legs, bottom, panties and stockings to all and sundry. As the train pulled in, I saw an almost unconscious movement from the men towards the carriage I was due the enter.

I boarded the carriage and enjoyed the sly attention that some of the men, and one or two women were paying to me. I took the opportunity to tease them a bit. Shifting myself on the seat, accidentally catching my skirt with my handbag, scratching the inside of my thigh, and of course nonchalantly crossing my legs. Although I found it enjoyable, (I could almost hear the eyeballs clicking as they strained to catch a glimpse), it did nothing to reduce the arousal and desire created by my encounter in the lift.

Arriving at Golders Green, I got off, and walked briskly to our house near the Wildwood Road roundabout, arriving home refreshed by the fresh air and exercise. I went to my room, and undressed, taking a quick shower, before putting on some comfortable casual clothes, a loose dress, and plain cotton panties I didn't bother with a bra. While I was about to put my clothes into the linen basket ready for washing, I hesitated when I picked up the knickers I'd been wearing. They were still moist and lightly soiled in the crotch, that dampness added to the overall warm aroma of my natural body scent, mine and mine alone. I briefly daydreamed about what may have been, but it did little to reduce my yearnings. Standing in my room, holding my knickers in my hand, an idea came to me, so when I went downstairs, instead of putting them in the laundry basket, I took them with me.

Dad was due home around 5:00pm, it was my turn to cook. So, I set about preparing dinner for us, some lamb leg steaks, garnished with rosemary, new potatoes, garden peas, and cauliflower, together with mint jelly. Taking care to dress the meat cuts properly before grilling them. Hearing his key into the door as he arrived early at around 4:30pm, I looked up as dad called out to me when he came in.

"Hi Lucy, I'm home, whatever you're cooking smells nice."

"Yes dad, go into the lounge and I'll bring you a hot drink, before dinner."

I took him a cup of tea and sat opposite him as he relaxed and told me about his day. He been busy and had a lot of transactions to complete the following day, he explained the market conditions and it sounded as though he was going to make a substantial sum in profit on his investments. I moved around on the sofa, carefully ensuring he had brief glimpses up my skirt as I listened attentively to what he told me.

We went to the dining room, and I plated and served our dinner, dad choosing a nice rich red wine to go with the meal. Afterwards as I cleared away, he suggested that we retire to the drawing room, for coffee and brandy. I loaded the dishwasher, put the coffee filter on, and then went to the drawing room, where dad had poured us both a large snifter of Remy Martin, we sat together on one of the chesterfields, his arm around me and sipped our drinks, both enjoying the warmth of the spirits, and each other. I finished mine and spoke softly to dad.