She knew that she was getting worse, what had started out, as a quick bit of innocent fun, was fast becoming an obsession, a dangerous obsession at that.
Just a couple of months ago, it had all started, innocently enough, the office Christmas party, the little black number that was only taken out once a year, the drink, the inevitable advances that too much drink brought on.
This year, she found herself being attracted to one of the new juniors; there was something about his quirky grin that always hinted that he knew more than he was letting on. They had ended up chatting, giving each other the once over, and she was way too flattered by his obvious intentions, after all she was a senior partner at the firm.
The chat had soon turned to snogging, her hands grabbing his firm ass, giving it a drunken squeeze, his hands were pulling her close, one on the back of her head, holding her there, the other stroked her back, clutching her ass. They quietly slipped away, looking for an open office; she could see the lust reflected in his eyes.
There were no open offices, not that weren?t already being used anyway, so they headed back to his place, at least that was the plan. When the elevator arrived, his grin widened, and he leant in close to her and whispered in her ear. She knew that what she was going to do was a sin, but the thought of returning home, unfulfilled to her staid husband was too much for her. The drink had lowered her inhibitions, and she couldn't wait for the doors to close, hiding them from prying eyes.
Well hiding was a misnomer, since it was new building, it followed all the new trends, so the elevator was mounted on the outside of the building, three of the elevator walls were glass, the other side was mirrored, casting reflections of the other buildings nearby.
As soon as the doors closed, she hitched up her dress, revealing her long legs, emphasised by her heels. He was busy fumbling with his flies, eagerly freeing his rampant member. She leant back against the wall, her legs opened invitingly. He needed no further invitation, and with a quick, almost practiced movement, he stood up tight against her, pressing his cock into her waiting pussy. It slipped in so easily, she was that eager.
As he thrusted his hips hard against her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles behind his back. Her hips rested on the handrail. She could see herself in the mirror, watching herself, watching his ass as it tightened as he thrust. Her arms were around his shoulders pulling him tighter against herself. She could still see herself, from the corner of her eye, as she kissed and nibbled at his neck, matching his every movement.
He was thrusting, pounding, his cock was doing delicious things to her, and she loved the look of his backside as he screwed her. His hips were pressing right on her clit, exciting her further, and she felt herself starting to cum, he could sense it too, and he started to thrust harder, if at all possible, lifting her, sliding her up and down the glass wall.
In the mirror she caught sight of another similar elevator on the next building over, this one filled with partygoers. They were all staring intently, watching her getting fucked, talking, pointing at the pair of them. This sent an electric jolt through her, hastening her orgasm. She cried out in abandon as he filled her with his hot, scalding cum, her orgasm matching his in its intensity.
After that night, she found that every time she got into the lift, her thoughts lingered on the events of that night, how being watched had turned her on so much, something that had stirred long lost feelings. Her husband had used to make love to her in the summer hay, but as the years had passed, he'd become more and more staid. So much so that their lovemaking was little more than perfunctory.
The desire for being seen, or more exactly, the possibility of being seen grew within her, unfolding like a dormant beast. She had tried to awaken the same desires in her husband, but he was quite content with their life as it was.
She had started by just fiddling with her blouse, adjusting it in the elevator mirror, letting her hands brush against her breasts, enjoying the feel of her flesh, causing her to catch her breath. As good as a few furtive squeezes were, they weren?t enough for her. She needed something more.
Soon she had progressed to slipping her hand inside the blouse, her eager fingers toying with her nipples, rubbing squeezing, getting them hard and perky. The suit jacket covered the obvious signs as they poked through the blouse. Though she could only so this when the lift was empty, she knew that others, in the adjacent buildings could be watching.
She then started to time her arrival for the busiest part of the morning, so that she?d be pressed in tightly with al her co-workers. She tried to ensure that she faced the walls, allowing herself to be pressed against the cool glass. She could feel the wall sucking the heat from her, making her nipples stand proud. The knowledge that so many unaware people surrounded her turned her on more and more.
Once out of the lift, she headed for the rest room, her throbbing pussy crying out for attention. Just a few quick rubs would get her off, giving her a glow that would last the rest of the morning.
That palled in time, there was only so much fun to be had that way, and she found that she craved more and more stimulation, more than a few furtive squeezes could provide.
She started cruising the Internet, late at night, looking for inspiration, for ideas, for knowledge. When she came across nipple clamps, she knew that she'd found what she'd been looking for. There were so many types, all of which looked interesting to her inexperienced eyes.
She could hardly wait 'til they arrived, her elevator trips were filled with thoughts of the feel of the clamps, the hidden knowledge they'd bring.
The first time, she almost chickened out, almost didn't go through with it, but as she stepped into the lift, the knowledge that they were in her handbag, waiting, was too much. With apologies, she got off, and rushed to the restroom. She opened her blouse, and removed her bra, stuffing it into her bag.
She took the tweezer clamps out, eyeing them, wondering what they'd feel like on. She'd waited, wanting to christen them in the elevator. No time like the present she thought, slipping a nipple between the padded ends. She hissed as she tightened them up, pinching her nipple, making it stand proud of her breast. Quickly, before she changed her mind again, she did the other one. The feel of the cool connecting chain as it lay against her midriff only slightly distracted her from the delicious pain. Buttoning up the blouse, the feel of the material as it rubbed against her sensitive nipples made her go weak in the knees.