Sean was a fan of sports, he loved, baseball, gold, and tennis, mainly because he excelled in all three. He was tall, brunette, with dark eyes, he loved sports sure, but he also loved playing other games, erotic ones. He usually played against Carla, not the erotic games, but the regular sports games, she was a perky blonde, her breasts were huge, he dreamed about them every night.
He usually kept his erotic toys in the bag with his sports gear, but he never thought he'd be stuck with them in an elevator. Not in a million years, and not with Carla. If he could play with her, he'd be the luckiest guy in the world, but his approach had to start mildly, today she wore her tennis shirt, and skirt, but it was already an hour since the elevator gave out, it might have taken three more to fix it.
Carla was sweating and so was he "Nice game." Sean said this without looking at her.
"Which one?" Carla asked fanning herself.
"Today's match, you dominated." Carla smiled.
"Yeah, it was a fun match. I'm surprised you weren't my opponent."
Sean fanned himself "Yeah. You know it's be less hot if you took your shirt off." Now that was blunt, very blunt.
Carla stared at him "Nice. Very smooth." She rolled her eyes, but she was very hot waiting for the elevator "Fine, but I'm not doing it for you." She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts were barely maintaining in her black bra, she had to be a C at minimum, her nipples were poking at the lacey surface causing Sean to feel something within him rise.
"How long is this gonna take?" Sean groaned acting as if he were frustrated.
"Right? I just came to get my things from my locker and the elevator comps out." Carla fanned more.
Sean pointed at her "Carla, there's something there." He pointed at her bra. Carla looked down not sure what he meant. He knew her bra unhooked from the front. "It's just a small spider."
This caused Carla to tense up, spiders did sometimes make guest appearances in the elevator and Carla was deadly afraid of them.
"Get it off." Carla cried. Sean neared her, and in one motion as if he were swatting the spider, he unhooked her bra, her breasts shot out at him. Carla had her eyes closed.
"Is it off?" She asked.
"Hold on." Sean looked at her pink nipples and flicked one. That had Carla open her eyes.
"It's off right?"
Sean nodded "Your breasts are so beautiful." Carla covered them with her hands.
"God, Sean." Carla turned from him.
"But you are hot right?" Sean asked, he started pulling down her skirt.