One evening in New York my boyfriend, Greg, and I had both worked fairly late, then went out to dinner at Il Nido, a very nice but over priced Italian restaurant. Both of us had a few drinks and a quantity of wine. We had left our briefcases at Greg's office so had to stop by there before taking the train back home. It was about ten at night, so there were not a lot of people around.
We were feeling somewhat amorous in the elevator going up to the 38th floor. We started kissing pretty passionately. I was wearing what Greg said was a very pretty dress and, as usual, not a whole lot in the way of underwear. While in the elevator going up to the office, I unzipped the back of my dress and pulled down the top, baring my breasts and my nipples. Greg seized upon the opportunity and began kissing and sucking on my nipples, which rapidly stiffened. We both knew that the elevators in my building have cameras in them, but Greg didn't seem to care, and I was only the more excited for knowing that somebody might be watching what we were doing.
All too soon we got to his floor and went to his office. Greg spent a few minutes getting some papers together while I enjoyed the view of Manhattan from his office. As I wasn't wearing any underwear, I thought it might be a good idea to illustrate that fact to Greg. I sat on the corner of his desk and pulled up my dress, baring my pussy. Greg stopped what he was doing and got down onto his knees with his face inches away from my pussy. He reached forward with his tongue and began to lick me. I slid my bottom closer to him and he took my clit into his mouth and sucked on it. He is really good at this and can always make me cum within minutes.
I did so, and in a few more minutes I did again. I wanted to make love with Greg on the couch in his office realized that if we didn't leave pretty soon, we would miss the last train back. We left his office and got on the elevator. It started on the way down, got past a few floors, and then stopped. I am convinced that the guys at the front desk had watched as we were going up to the office and wanted to see what might happen if the elevator stopped on the way back down. We pressed the alarm and a disembodied voice said they would try to fix the problem.
Knowing full well what I was doing, I started kissing Greg and massaging his cock. He responded in kind and within a minute or so, my dress was unzipped and fell to the floor, leaving me standing there with not a stitch on. His hands, and tongue, went all over my body. Ever the exhibitionist, I twisted and turned so that all parts of me would be facing toward the camera from time to time. I unzipped his pants and took out his more than willing prick. I wanted him to take his clothes completely off and be as naked as I was but he was too embarrassed to do so. We kissed, sucked and before too long his erect cock was inside me – doing it standing up in front of a camera is not the easiest thing to do, but the excitement made it possible.
We continued making love for some while (all the wine made sure that this was not going to be a night when overly rapid gratification would occur). Eventually, a somewhat thickened voice came on the intercom and said "We've got the problem fixed. Are you ready to come down now?"
Greg responded, "Sure, just give us a minute or so."