Stuc in the Lift with You

Eyeing the marble floor, the lift dings open. I glance up, dropping my gaze when our eyes meet. With a tight smile, I step into the corner opposite you. The parking garage floor button glows. I picture your body under that tailored suit, pants snug around your calves, thighs, and butt cheeks. Your crotch points away, out of view. You fill out the shoulders, a white collar tight around your thick neck leading to a square jaw.

The aroma of musky sandalwood fills my lungs.

An alarm blares. The lift stops. I jump. The lighting changes. Our eyes dart to every corner, then to one another.

"Damn it," you mutter as you click the emergency button in quick, successive bursts.

I gulp, mouth and tongue sapped dry.

"Wha--wha--" The words come out more like breaths than questions.

"Supposed to meet someone--" You glance at your chunky watch.

I exhale, and plop down, making the elevator bounce.

You take a step toward me and place a hand on my shoulder. "You okay?"

I look up and finally see the plumpness below your waist.

My mouth floods with fresh saliva. I lick my lips and nod my head.

Hours pass.

"Ever been stuck like this?" you ask.

I shake my head, voice cracking. "Who were you meeting?"

"No one." You click your tongue. "Hot chick on 55."

I meet your eyes.

You smile.

I picture you inside of a gorgeous blonde moaning in orgasm, your brawny arms easily tossing her from position to position.

My pants tighten.

"Dating?" I ask.

"Nothing serious." You wink, but your smile fades. "Gonna think I stood her up."

I shrug. "Meet up often?"

"Not often enough." You sigh.

"Work?"

"Yeah, and commuting--workouts, meal plans." You draw a breath. "What's the point--" You gesture at your body. "If I don't--If I can't--" Your chin falls against your chest. "Been looking forward to it--to her, all week."

"She pretty--" I struggle to find the right word. "Pretty, uh, accommodating?"

You glance up and give me a questioning look. I pump my eyebrows before my stomach knots with awkwardness.

You chuckle and give me a sly grin. "Very." Your eyes lift to the ceiling while your tongue swipes back and forth across your bottom lip.

A twitch in your crotch.

My skin splashes with heat.

A broad grin stretches across your face.

My heart skips at the sight of your beautiful smile.

"What about you?" Your eyes tighten.

I shrug.

"Damn." You thread your fingers through your hair. "Really coulda used--you know--a little... release."

My eyes dart to yours. You eye me knowingly.

I shudder.

"Can always tell."

I furrow.

"When someone wants me." Your grin grows sinister.

You climb to your feet.

My eyes widen.

Your buckle clinks.

My heart drums.

You slowly lower your zipper. The fly springs open.

I gape.

You thrust your crotch into my face.

I suck the scent of your musk deep through my nose. My body erupts in goosebumps.

I nuzzle the pouch of your underwear and nibble at the seams.

You push your thumbs down against the elastic bands.

Your semi-hard junk tumbles out. Already eight inches, uncut and marbled with thick purple veins.

I extend my tongue. You smack the head against it.

I slurp your cock into my mouth and savor its flavor and girth.

You push deeper, plunging past the curve of my throat.

My eyes roll back and flutter.

You pump, watching your cock disappear behind my lips. Moans fill the small lift.

Lifting me to my feet, you spin me around.

With a yank, you expose the crack of my ass. Your cock, slick with spit and pre-cum between my cheeks.

I whimper, pushing my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I choke my aching shaft.

Your foreskin recedes as you enter me.

My stomach tightens. I wince.

You're so big.

Hands firm on my hips, you force yourself deeper until the curve of my cheeks flattens against your hips.

My breath wavers, cock drooling to the floor.

You huff and growl as you punish my hole.

My guts jolt and move each time you bottom out in me.

Your thrusts pound me with growing desperation and hunger.

I want it to stop and last forever.

You cry out as your cock pulses, juices gushing deep.

My cum flings all over the floor and on the wall.

We pant as your cum streams from my hole down my sack.

I don't want to be rescued.