I once watched the two of them waiting for the lift. Not very obviously watching, just coming out of a corridor and pausing and observing quietly. I saw his hand creeping over her jean clad bottom, over that so delightfully rounded blue denim. Something I would, of course, have very much liked to do. All made the better when her hand came over his jeans too -- onto his bottom, not that bulge at front -- and squeezed. It was something about the way her fingertips were angled into the crack of his bottom that both got to me and spoke volumes. It was more than just an affectionate caress. It was very much sexual. I imagined both naked, her bottom all smooth and perfectly rounded, his hand clasped to a cheek and squeezing; and his bottom there too, maybe hairy, clearly strongly muscled, and with her fingertips curling into his dark crack, perhaps even brushing his rubbery hole. Might a finger slip in?
I was immediately hard and in a state of considerable excitement as the doors of the lift opened for them. Impulsively, I hurried forward and despite not wishing to travel down to the ground floor, found myself through the closing doors and into the lift carriage with them. There were just the three of us in the lift. I glanced down. They had not turned to see who it was who had joined them. Hands still on each other's bottoms. Yvonne's finger was stroking the seam, the seam down the centre of the young man's jeans. Might, when they got home, it really go in? Was he hard in his jeans? I could not see -- it was not one of those highly mirrored lifts. Were there two erections in the lift -- his and mine? Easy for my mind to jump to the thought of us three all naked in the lift and, of course, with Yvonne -- in my dreams -- more than happy to be pawed by two men, indeed taking advantage of the situation. As I say -- in my dreams.
But it was nothing like that. Yet, my cock, upright in my trousers, was there right behind her bottom. I was a good foot from her, not unnecessarily close. A pity that his hand was there, almost protecting it. Without it, sort of defending her, what if at the next floor or two there was a sudden press inwards of people wishing to hurry home? Me being pressed hard from behind up against her. My hardness suddenly in her, admittedly, jean covered crack.
Thoughts broken by Yvonne noticing it was me and saying a few pleasantries about the evening. Having entered the lift, I had to leave with them and even walk out of the building as if I had a reason for getting into the lift in the first place. I went the opposite way to them and turned back as soon as they were out of sight and returned to the building and lift. Unusual being hard in the street and, indeed, walking through the doors past reception with an upright and firm cock -- not that Jenny and Carol at the front desk were not worth raising one's cock to!
