When the elevator doors opened and Leanne saw the man waiting to get on, she smiled. She had been watching this guy for 2 weeks now--had even gone so far as to peek at a piece of junk mail he'd thrown away so that she knew his name. Trent. The most gorgeous man she'd ever seen in real life.
He was a few inches taller than she was in her flats for work. They'd run into each other a few afternoons, so she could tell. He had thick black hair that was a little long in the back and curled around his ears--hair she wanted to curl her fingers in as she drew his mouth to hers. And, oh God, he was built. He had the look of an athlete, all hard and sleek muscle. Every time she saw him she just got hot thinking about what it would be like to have him naked in her bed.
He stepped on and then moved to the back of the car, standing fairly close behind her as the doors shut. She felt herself grow damp and she swore she could feel the heat of his body as the elevator lurched and started to descend. Suddenly, her laundry day seemed like a God-send. Until the elevator stopped. And the lights went out.
Leanne tried to still the immediate panic at being stuck in a small, dark space. She debated whether to say something to Trent, but, while she was hesitating, she felt a hand touch her shoulder. She held her breath as it slowly slid down her arm and his fingers twined with hers. She felt more than heard him step forward and his breath was warm on her ear.
"I've been watching you," he murmured. She felt a shiver run up her spine. Had he? She'd thought she was imagining it, but he had been sitting in the lobby an unusual number of times when she'd come home from work or when she came down for the mail. Maybe he'd been there to see her.
"Watching you walk, that luscious wiggle you have, your long legs sliding out from under your short, short skirts," he whispered, sliding his free hand along her thigh. Definite tremble, she thought as her knees felt weak, wondering if he felt it. She was so aware of him in the dark. She closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing, smelling his cologne surround her as he moved closer.
"I've been watching and wanting you," he continued, then paused. "Do you know how much I've wanted you?" he growled as he slid their joined hands to her belly and pressed her back against him. She gasped at the sheer size and hardness of his arousal against her rear.
This time she shuddered and she could feel the wetness on her thighs. May this elevator be broken the rest of the day, she pleaded silently. "I've been watching you, too, Trent," she whispered, rubbing herself against him lightly and enjoying the way his breath caught. She wasn't wearing anything under her shirt and skirt -- her underwear was all in the basement, currently in the dryer. It was too dark for him to see her nipples harden, but she felt the tingle. The thin cotton of her clothing rubbed her bare skin, teasing her. She shivered.
"Have you been watching me?" he asked, his hand releasing hers as both his hands began to unbutton her shirt from the bottom, "Tell me about it." His fingers were steady on the buttons, his knuckles brushing her bare belly as he moved upwards. She knew what he'd find in just seconds and she had to concentrate to remember what words were.
The dark no longer closed in, but expanded, allowing her to give in to her fantasies. "Just last week, you got on this very elevator and stood in front of me," she whispered, getting more breathless with each button as his wrists brushed her belly, her breasts. "All I could think about was how much I wanted you to just turn around and take me right there against the wall. How I wanted to feel you inside me, pounding me until I came," she finished in a rush as she shuddered again. His fingers were at the top of her shirt and the cool air was on her skin. His breath was warm against her neck as she tensed in anticipation.
"Such naughty thoughts," he chuckled, his voice rough and low. Just the sound of it was erotic. His hands parted her shirt and slid up to touch her breasts. "Oh, you're a really naughty girl," he murmured, cupping her firm breasts. She knew they weren't big, but she'd worked so her breasts were firm. He shifted closer, kissing her neck as his hands caressed her breasts, "You must know I love a woman who doesn't wear a bra..."
Her breasts swelled at his touch, her nipples hard and sensitive. She moaned a little as his thumbs began to rub her tight buds. His fingers felt rough, callused, and it added a delicious friction. "Then you'll really love what else I didn't wear," she managed. Laundry day had been a must. This was the last clean outfit she had. She was just heading down to collect it...Leanne sighed. Who knew running out of clean underwear would be the perfect excuse for seduction?
Trent groaned as her meaning sank in, his hands immediately moving to her thighs, working her skirt up to her waist. "Such a bad girl," he growled in her ear as his hands caressed her bare hips. He slid a hand between her thighs, finding her already wet. With another low growl, he spun her around to face him and turned to pin her against the wall with his body. His mouth crushed hers, his tongue already thrusting between her lips as he kissed her hungrily. His hands explored her, moving over her breasts, her belly, sliding up her neck to her hair, then back down. He pressed a hand between her legs again, seeking her heat. He wished he could see her, to see her breasts shift with her breathing, to see the glistening wetness of her arousal, but the darkness gave him the perfect opportunity to sample her away from the real world.
"It seems like you have too much clothing on," she breathed, her whole body pulsing with arousal, hot and throbbing. Her pulse pounded in her head, echoing the one she felt under her hands as they pressed against his broad chest. She wanted to see him, to see his red penis surge free from his pants. Maybe she could "see" him with her fingers. She started to slide a hand lower, intending to undo his pants, when his hand moved against her, his fingers stroking her clit, and she lost all thought.
