Several months later Ryan was coming back from lunch. The sweltering summer heat made him glad he didn't work outside. Heading back to his desk, he shared an elevator with a hot, young red-headed co-worked named Tammy. Tammy was tall and thin with nice b-cup breasts. Just like today, she always wore short skirts that showed off her long, smooth legs and low cut tops that gave anyone taller than she is a nice view of her cleavage. Tammy and Ryan worked in the same department so they knew each other.
The elevator began to rise as Tammy and Ryan chatted politely. Their chat was interrupted by a loud explosion. The elevator stopped and then fell. Ryan and Tammy were thrown to the floor when the elevator slammed to the ground. They stayed there as the roar of objects hitting the elevator car rang in their ears. Once the roar died away, the two crawled to their feet. "You ok," Ryan asked. He was mostly sore but his shoulder was killing him from landing directly on it.
"Yeah, I'm fine," said Tammy. She sustained nothing more than bumps and bruises. "You ok? What the fuck just happened?"
"Dunno what happened but it didn't sound good," Ryan said grimly. Ryan tried to open the roof hatch so they could get out. The hatch would only move a few inches before it hit something. "That way is blocked."
"How about the doors," said Tammy, "you get that side, I'll get this side." They tried but neither could get a firm grip.
"Hold on," said Ryan, "lemme pry the door apart so we can get a good grip." Ryan pulled out his buck knife, unfolded the blade and slipped it between the doors. He pulled the knife to one side and opened the doors enough for Tammy to get her fingers in, "got it?"
"Yup," said Tammy. Ryan dropped his knife and got a grip on the door. They pulled them open to find rubble and debris. "What the fuck?"
"Aaaa," Ryan stammered, "I think we're seriously fucked!"
"Tammy began to pat the pockets of her skirt, "shit, I don't have my phone."
Ryan grabbed a piece of rebar and braced it between the doors to keep them open. "I have my phone," Ryan said, "luckily I charged it last night." Ryan dialed 911 and pressed send. He didn't start breathing again till the operator answered. After Ryan gave the operator their names and location, he found out what they thought had happened.
Once he hung up, Ryan told Tammy what he was told. "There was an explosion, they think it was the gas main but they aren't sure."
"So when are they going to get to us," Tammy said.
"They don't know," Ryan said, "they are putting out fires and then they can start rescue ops. I'm supposed to leave my phone on so they can track the signal. It's going to be several days." They both stood silent looking at each other, scared they may not get out.
After a few minutes of silence, Ryan finally spoke, "let's break into those vending machines and get the food and drinks out of them, in case something shifts or whatnot we'll have that stuff with us." Ryan and Tammy went to work breaking into the vending machines and pulling out the drinks and snacks. Luckily the drink machine was stocked with lots of water and sports drinks.
After they got everything into the elevator car, Tammy said, "I have to pee!" There was nothing she could pee into. They decided the only thing they could do was use the little bit of space outside the elevator car. Ryan turned his back as Tammy pulled up her skirt, removed her panties and squatted. After she relieved herself, "um, got something to wipe with?"
"Oh," Ryan stammered. All he could think to do was cut part of his shirt. He took his knife and cut strips of fabric off for Tammy to use.
After that there wasn't much to do but sit and wait. It got hot without the air conditioning. The rescue crew called Ryan's phone as night fell, letting them know it would be about 3-4 days before they could get to them. They had to be careful not to disturb the rubble pile too much as they went so it didn't totally collapse. The night was cool but the elevator car was stuffy. Both Ryan and Tammy had trouble sleeping and neither fell asleep till sheer exhaustion overtook them.
The next day was spent sitting and chatting about their lives. They received their daily phone call from the rescue crew. There wasn't much to do and the heat was stifling. Ryan got so hot he cut his khaki's into shorts and both had removed their shirts. That left Ryan in a t-shirt and Tammy in a camisole. Night number two brought more of the same, they didn't fall asleep till they could no longer stay awake.
Day three brought cooler temperatures with rain moving through. It partially helped the rescue operation by cooling the rubble down but slowed it by making the ground muddy and soft. Ryan and Tammy did little more than sit in silence for hours at a time. Both ate and drank sparingly as neither was very active. That night, before sundown, Tammy exclaimed, "pew...I don't know about you but I stink!"
"Yeah," responded Ryan," two days without a shower in this heat. I feel nasty."
Tammy looked at the bottles of water lined up next to her. "How about we each take two bottles and at least rinse off? We could do it tonight when the sun goes down, we wouldn't be able to see each other then."
She was right, without the little light they were getting from the sun, it was pitch black. "Sounds like a good idea. I could use it to get the dust off at least."
Just after dusk the elevator car was dark. They each took two bottles of water, stripped and stood at the back of the car so they wouldn't have to sleep in the water. The splashing of water filled the car as Ryan and Tammy rinsed off the grime. With no towels they had to drip dry. Eventually they pulled their clothes back on, ate and then laid down to try to sleep. As usual, neither could fall asleep. Several hours passed when Ryan heard a chattering sound. Not knowing where it was coming from, he asked, "you hear that sound?"
"Yeah," said Tammy, "it's my teeth. I'm freezing." Neither had thought about the cooler weather. Tammy was thin with little meat on her bones to help keep her warm. Add in the "shower" and the colder than normal temperatures and she was freezing.
Ryan crawled around and next to Tammy. He lay right next to her on the floor and held his arms open wide. "Come here," said Ryan, "snuggle up close and I'll help you keep warm."
Tammy was hesitant. She wasn't sure she wanted to snuggle with Ryan but he would be warm. Tammy finally decided what could it hurt, she would be warm. It wasn't like he would try to rape her or anything. If he wanted to do that, he could have done that anytime he wanted to. "Ok," she said as she snuggled against his warm body. "Thanks." Ryan closed his arms around Tammy. She felt his warmth begin to surround her. Ryan ran his hands and arms up and down her back and arms to get Tammy warm. They both enjoyed the feeling of being close together. Tammy's teeth stopped chattering and they fell asleep quicker than they had the previous two nights.
Tammy awoke the next morning, rolled over on her other side and moved tight up against Ryan again. When she did, she felt something hard against her ass, Oh my God, Tammy thought. She reached her hand behind and felt the hard rod between Ryan's legs. Jesus, Tammy thought, that is his cock, wonder if he knows how to use that thing? A familiar feeling stirred between Tammy's thighs as her mind turned. How can I get him to fuck me? It had been a few months since her ex-boyfriend fucked her...the night before he left.
Tammy's mind worked quickly to formulate a plan to get Ryan's cock inside her. Tammy figured that if she dropped the bar they had been using to prop the doors open when they pee'd, then she could get Ryan to hold the doors open for her. If he held the doors open, then Ryan's cock would be right in front of her as she squatted. Then all she'd have to do is move quickly to unzip his fly and pull his cock out before he stopped her.
It seemed like a perfect plan to Tammy. Once she had Ryan's cock out and in her mouth there would be no stopping. What guy would stop a woman from sucking his dick, thought Tammy. Tammy slowly and quietly got up and found the bar they used. She snuck over to the doors and opened them. When she opened them, she saw that the elevator care has shifted. I thought we were moving last night, thought Tammy. She held the bar out and let go. Ryan sat straight up from the sound of the bar clanging as it hit the rubble below. "What the hell was that!"
Tammy turned around with an innocent look on her face, "I'm sorry, I dropped the bar we use to hold the doors open. It slipped out of my hands." Time to put my plan into action, she thought. "I really have to pee! Can you hold the doors open, PLEASE?" Tammy began to squeeze her thighs together and dance around like a little kid who has to go bad.