Neal stood in the back of the elevator as people poured in, packing tighter and tighter.
"Wait! I've got to get this projector on. They need it in the conference room now," a strident female voice yelled.
The group heaved a collective sigh but they packed in tighter as the company president's secretary pushed a cart with a computer projector onto the elevator.
The woman in front of Neal was forced back against him, the firm softness of her derriere pressed against his groin. He held his breath but she didn't move away.
The doors closed and the elevator began its ascent. The floral scent of her long, dark, curling hair filled Neal's senses, threatening to overwhelm him. Her head was just below his nose and so close.
The elevator came to a jolting stop at the third floor, causing him to inadvertently rub up against the woman. Neal suppressed a groan but he couldn't stop the blood that rushed to fill his cock.
Great, just great. I'm going to get fired for sexual harassment
. He looked to the left and right but there was simply no room to move.
The elevator resumed its climb with another jerk that rubbed him just the right way against her soft ass again. He looked down. If he could just get his folder between his rapidly hardening cock and her ass... no, that wouldn't work. There just wasn't enough room. Maybe she simply wouldn't notice.
The elevator jolted to a stop again on the fifth floor. Her ass rubbed his now engorged and sensitive cock in a way that made him unable to resist a gasping breath... half pain, half pleasure.
Shit!
Neal flinched as her head turned. She looked over her shoulder at him, from beneath her long dark fringe of hair. A slow smile crossed her lips. Then she simply faced forward again.
Was he imagining things? Did she realize what she was doing to him? Could she know and not care? Or even be enjoying it?
On the seventh floor, half the elevator emptied. Neal waited for her to step forward, breaking their intimate contact, but she didn't. The rest of the people in the elevator moved around, giving each other some space, but she stayed with him as the elevator started again. He thought he even felt her give it a little extra assist with a grind as the elevator started again, bringing friction to their contact.
The elevator came to a halt on the eleventh floor and when the doors opened, she simply stepped forward and walked out, without so much as a backward glance.
Neal brought his folder down to cover the sizeable bulge in the front of his pants. He didn't know who she was. It was a big company. She might work somewhere there or she might simply be in for a meeting. He might never see her again, but he knew he would never forget that elevator ride.
*****
The next day Neal waited with the crowd for a space on the elevator. He surreptitiously scanned the group for a sign of her but he'd only really seen her from behind and a brief moment in profile. He remembered she had very fair skin and her hair had been a very dark brown, but women changed their hairstyle from day to day. He gave up and waited impatiently for the elevator.
When his chance to get on came, he moved in quickly, ending up in the back again. When he turned to face front, he found a woman with brown hair before him once more. Was it her? His heart beat a little faster. She was the right height, the top of her head just below his eyes. Her hair was swept up in a twist that allowed him to see the long, lovely line of her neck.
As the crowd pushed in, the woman in front of him stepped back, bringing her soft but firm buttocks into contact with his groin. She didn't apologize or make a move to separate them. He inhaled. The scent was the same.
It had to be her.
As if to prove him right, he felt her give a small, almost imperceptible roll of her hips. He felt himself begin to swell again.
Yes, oh yes.
With every stop of the elevator, she seemed to grow more bold. When the elevator jolted to a halt or jerked into motion again she bounced against him.
Then she began to move against him on her own.