Anything can be erotic. Any situation, any outfit, any object. It all depends on how you look at it. You just have to be creative, or open, as it were. You have to be willing to give yourself totally to the moment, and the passion.
Once you loose that school girl tingle you felt during your first Truth or Dare game, the passion becomes routine. Too many people forget that wild, experimental stage when we're starting to feel lust, and hunger. When we first notice our bodies, and learn how to make them feel good.
I still look at sex with the wide-eyed playful virgin's mind. When you were younger, in your first hot and heavy relationship, you could be turned on anywhere. Making out in the cramped backseat of a car, or copping a feel behind the handball courts seemed normal. Most of us couldn't go home and experiment with our partner in our own bedrooms, which forced us to fumble and be creative.
I strive never to lose that innocence. I look for the erotic in everything, the bus ride, the gas station, an elevator ride. I believe this world would be a much happier place if we all took time to screw in the sandbox.
Don't get me wrong, I don't think of sex twenty-four hours a day, but if I have the choice of watching re-runs of Gilligan or being tied to the railing of a stairwell and driven to climax.... well, you get the idea. For example, when I was 20 I worked in a dress shop at a local mall. It's your average two story indoor mall, and caters to a more expensive crowd. The shop I worked in was located on the ground floor, at the base of the escalators.
I was the assistant manager, and usually handled the closing shift. As a result I would always be there after the mall closed, cleaning up and cashing out. I felt perfectly safe as the mall had plenty of security. In fact, one of the security guards was named Patrick, and he had been a good friend of mine for years. He would get on duty each night about two hours before the mall closed, so I would have a chance to chat with him, and flirt.
On this night I was particularly wound up, and decided Patrick would be the perfect release for my raging libido. I told him I had to stay late and fix a problem with the books. Patrick used his radio to have one of the other guards take his shift outside in the truck. The other guard, Ben would spend his time on the top story. Patrick would hang out and keep me company just as I planned.
I busied myself, talking and flirting, watching for when the mall seemed empty of customers and employees. This took forever and I finally asked Patrick to take a peek and see if everybody was gone. At my shop the employees were required to wear one of the expensive dresses as we worked, and I told Patrick I wanted to get out of mine.
He stepped outside the glass doors, looked around, and radioed to his partner to see if everyone was gone. Hearing they were I reached behind me, and unzipped the dress, letting it fall to the floor. I quickly slipped out of my heels, and was standing there in only my lace thong panties.
Patrick's eyes widened a moment as he looked me over. Suddenly he caught himself, and turned away. I continued to count the receipts while he paced the shop nervously, watching to see if anybody headed our way. With a coy glance I looked at him and asked where he would most like to have sex in the mall.
It was the first time he turned to look at me since he'd started pacing. He was careful to look me in my eyes, and I could see a mixture of confusion, and lust in his. After a long pause his first suggestion was right on my counter.
I have noticed over the years that most guys are actually shy when confronted by a sexually dominant woman, and it takes a little coaxing to get them to try something wild. I shut the drawer, and walked right up to the glass front doors. I asked him if he could think of anyplace more exciting, and this time he suggested on the Subway counter in the food court.
I giggled at this, and then opened the door to the shop, and boldly walked out to the base of the escalator. Patrick was a little tense, and quickly looked around to make sure we were alone. As he did, he saw what I was looking at, and began to laugh. I smiled and asked him if he had ever made love to a woman in the elevator? Without missing a beat he called his partner, and asked if he would power up the elevator.
This was the first time it dawned on me that Ben would be able to watch as we went up and down in the elevator, and this excited me even more. I slowly walked up the escalator, and he followed. When I reached the top of the stairs I saw Ben standing across the way by the elevator. He smiled and called out "All right!" He watched as Patrick and I entered the elevator, and pushed the button.
As it started to move I kissed Patrick, sliding my tongue between his lips. He gently pressed me against the glass wall and slowly began to slide down my panties. I let out a gasp as I felt myself exposed as the lace dropped onto my feet. He kissed me harder and our passion started to build.
