They waited for the elevator to ascend and return once before they were able to claim it for themselves. Once the lift was in motion, Megan reached beneath her skirt and pulled her panties to her ankles, kicking them onto the floor. Grant unfastened his belt and trousers, dropping them along with his boxer shorts to his knees. Megan smiled at the sight of his organ, looking more erect than she had seen it in days. She hiked her skirt hem high above her hips.
Shayden's Tower was a seventy story mammoth of concrete and glass. Built in its own town square, it was the city's tallest skyscraper. The bottom three floors were a shopping mall, and the penthouse was an entertainment complex with discotheque, show lounge, piano bar and one of the city's finest restaurants. Between these extremes were about 3,000 offices dedicated to law, medicine, engineering and other enterprises. The building's most impressive feature, however, was its observation elevator that ferried people non-stop between the ground floor and penthouse. Its glass gondola ran inside a huge glass tube on the exterior of the building. Passengers gained a panoramic view of the city, and people outside watched the city's elite ascend before their eyes to their expensive playrooms in the sky.
It had been Megan's idea to have sex in the elevator. She and Grant had been debating for days whether men or women were the most adventurous in sex. It was a good natured disagreement, which had led to consecutive nights of healthy competition in the bedroom, to see which one would go the furthest to satisfy the other. That contest was stalled at a stalemate, and it was during their resulting post mortem over breakfast that Megan issued her challenge.
***
"Okay, I admit you're imaginative in bed, but that's the limit of a man's sexual arena. Take him outside his territory and he's not so sure of himself."
"What are you saying? You want to have sex on a commuter bus?"
"That might be interesting," she conceded, "but notice how once your sexual imagination finally wanders beyond our apartment, it looks for a safe plebeian conveyance like a public transit bus. More opulent public surroundings are too big a challenge to a man's territorial instincts."
"That's bullshit. I can get an erection anywhere in this city, and keep it well enough to give you what you crave. You just name the place, my dear, but make sure you've got the nerve to see it through, because I'll call your bluff. You can count on it."
Megan thought for a moment, then suggested: "The glass elevator at Shayden's Tower."
If Grant was phased by the idea he certainly didn't show it. He kept a deadpan expression as he calmly checked his watch.
"I've got to get to work," he said, "shall we say, six-thirty at the elevator?"
"I'll keep my cellphone handy all day in case you want to chicken out."
"Dream on my darling."
He kissed her warmly, grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, picked up his briefcase and left.
***
Megan could hardly contain her excitement as the day dragged on. Throughout the morning it brought a smile to her face every time she thought about it. By mid-afternoon she was having trouble keeping her mind on her job, and when she left her office at five she was feeling a rush. At her usual happy hour session with the girls after work, her friends kept asking her if she was feeling okay, because she seemed distant and quieter than usual. And as she walked through the revolving doors into Shayden's Tower she was keenly aware of her sopping wet crotch.
He was sitting in the waiting area reading The Evening News. Megan took a seat next to him.
"I haven't been able to think of anything else all day, how about you?" she asked.
He smiled without turning away from the newspaper. "It crossed my mind a few times."
"Oh, sure, like you have sex in this thing every day," she said with a note of sarcasm.
Grant took one hand from the newspaper and placed it on hers, still keeping his eyes on the sports section. He massaged her palm a few times with his fingers, then clasped her hand and pulled it to his groin. Megan felt for his penis through the cotton pinstripe. It was stiff and ready for action.
The elevator was timed to maximise the enjoyment for sightseers during the ascent. It took about five seconds to rise one floor, requiring six and a half minutes to reach Club Shayden in the penthouse. The descent took only two minutes. When the doors opened a group of Korean tourists stepped out and filled the waiting area. Grant didn't wait for them to move on. Grabbing Megan's hand again he veered through the crowd with her in tow, and when they stepped into the lift they were alone. He immediately pressed the button to close the doors, and the arrow symbol to begin their ascent. Seconds seemed like minutes until the gondola finally lurched upward.
They had risen almost two floors before they could begin their union. Aside from stripping away obstructive clothing, there was the problem of being at street level on the main floor. Pedestrians were passing by only a few feet away. Then came the realisation that elevators are not made for sex. The only furnishing they could use to give them support was a hand rail about forty two inches high. Megan began with her back to the brass rail, and her arms stretched along it to brace herself. Her abdomen was pushed forward and her legs bent so she was in a limbo dance position. Grant wasted no time once she was poised. He plunged inside her so quickly they winced, despite the fact they were both fountains of lubricant by that time.
He pumped sturdily and their organs quickly adjusted to accommodate each other. His knees were bent, however, and his back arched for balance, so it was not comfortable sex. They tried to remain locked together as they adjusted their position. Grant grabbed Megan's buttocks and lifted her higher, but when she adjusted her grasp on the rail it caused her abdomen to rise suddenly, and he slid out of her. She let out an involuntary whine of disappointment.
Grant said, "It's no use this way, it's either the floor or doggy style."
"Doggy, so I can enjoy the view," she replied.
Megan turned to face the outside world, took a firm grip on the railing and bent forward, spreading her legs wide apart. As he entered her for their second attempt, she sharpened her focus on the buildings across the square from Shayden's Tower. There were people still in the offices. She could make out their features, and even tell exactly what some of them were doing. She wondered if anyone was watching them, becoming aroused themselves in the process.
Getting into a practical position had taken them about two minutes. Things went well after that, but Grant was afraid they had lost too much time.
"Talk to me," he said, "I need to know what you're feeling and seeing, and how this is affecting you. I think I need it to cum on time. I'll do the same for you if you want."
"I'm watching the people. I want them to see us and get so horny they have to touch themselves, right there in their offices, or out in the street."
He laughed and pumped faster, causing her to moan with pleasure.
"It's the men you want isn't it? Masturbate at the same time. I can't but you can. It always gets to men, seeing a woman masturbate. If you want them to cream their jeans rub your clit."
"It's not just the men."
"Bull!"
"Honest it isn't. I want them horny. I want them all to wish they were in this elevator screwing me. But I want the women to be jealous, too."
Grant laughed again. "I love you, you sexy bitch."
Again his body surged with power, thrusting faster and deeper inside her. Her finger tips prodded him repeatedly near the base of his penis, as she worked on her fleshy cunt button. The gondola was filling with the encouraging aroma of their sex, and Grant could feel a growing dampness around her hips where he kept a firm hold on her. His glans tingled after some thrusts, reassuring him there was still a good chance they would arrive on time.
"Now tell me about you," she demanded.
"I don't give a damn what they want. They're cardboard people frozen in space and time as we whiz past them. The luckiest ones might fuck on the ground tonight, and the rest won't do it at all. But we're boinking on top of the world. We're eagles making love in the clouds; special eagles that screw while they soar."
"You feel like you're flying. So do I."
"It's not just a feeling, Meg, we are flying. The machine is propelling us, but we're part of it, or making it part of us by what we're doing. Oh yeah, we're flying Meg, flying for real. This is a flying fuck!"
Meg dropped her torso lower and concentrated on gyrating her pussy in time with his rhythm. The gondola filled with the sounds of eager sex: grunts, moans, anxious squeals, and the slapping of his stomach against her soft buttocks.
"I'm cumming," she blurted at last, "don't stop. Oh, God, don't stop!"
"I won't, I won't."
Megan's moans were increasing in volume and pitch with every thrust. Grant was also feeling the tingle in his glans more intensely, and for longer periods. He was starting to believe they would actually cum before they reached Club Shayden. They were facing the city, so the digital floor counter was behind them. Grant glanced at the skyline to get some idea of how far they had left to climb. They were looking down on most of the rooftops already. Knowing they did not have long, he closed his eyes and concentrated every gram of his being upon her satisfaction.
If it wasn't the hottest sex either of them had experienced, it was certainly a close second. They were panting like exhausted hounds, and every breath in the enclosed space filled their sinuses with the pungent odour of their combined juices. They were soaked in sweat. Grant's hands were slipping and sliding over her wet hips.
