Lisette sat on the toilet, counted to sixty, then flushed. She stood up, walked to the door, cracked it open, and peeked out. Seeing no one, she stepped out and pushed the down button for the elevator. The overhead display showed that car one was on the third floor and going down. Car two was already in the basement. That meant car two had nowhere to go but up. Lisette tapped her toe and fidgeted, waiting for the car to arrive.
Oh my god! It's stopping on every floor. I'll never get out of here.
Lisette watched the panel as the numbers flashed on then off, each number indicating that the elevator was one floor closer to her. A lock of blonde hair was hanging in front of her eyes. As she brushed it away, her hand passed under her nose.
Wow, is that my pussy? I smell like a bitch in heat. What the hell, I am a bitch in heat. I wonder if anyone else can smell me? I'll never hear the end of this. Why is this happening? I haven't had a drink in over three years! Oh god, I need some cock.
Lisette was startled back to reality by the sound of the elevator bell. The door opened and out stepped the only passenger--Craig, the eighteen-year-old mailroom boy--pushing a cart laden with envelopes and packages. Lisette held the door open for Craig as he pushed his cart out of the elevator car. Once he was through, Lisette stepped past him and reached for the panel. Lisette pushed the button for the first floor. Just as the door was starting to close, she looked up and saw Craig standing just in front of the ladies room door, peering into his mail cart. Without even thinking, she jumped out of the car and headed in the direction of the restroom.
"Come with me," Lisette said, dragging Craig by the arm into the ladies room.
"What?" Craig blurted, too stunned to think clearly. "No--wait. I can't go in here. What are you doing?"
"Shhhh. Be quiet. Don't say anything. I need your help with something."
"But..."
"Shhhh."
Lisette closed the door and locked it. She was thankful that the building management had installed locks on all of the ladies' room doors. The only men's room with a lock was on the first floor.
"Craig, listen carefully. I need for you to do something for me. And I need for you to promise that you won't tell anyone about it. Not anyone. Ever."
"Well, what is it? What do you want? What can I do for you,
in here?
"
Lisette walked up to Craig and pressed her body against his, pinning him against the vanity. She put one finger on his mouth, and said, "First, I need for you to stop talking."
She placed one hand on Craig's wrist, and the other on the hem of her skirt. She pulled her skirt up to her waist, and placed Craig's hand on her panties, directly over her pussy.
"I need some help with this," she whispered into his ear while moving his hand up and down against her crotch. "Can you help me, Craig? I promise it will be worth your while."
Lisette let go of her skirt and pulled her panties away from her body. She tucked Craig's hand inside her panties and rubbed it in her juicy slit. She let go of his hand and reached for the front of his pants. Lisette unbuckled his belt, unfastened his pants, and pulled his zipper down. She reached into Craig's underwear and pulled out his erect cock.
"Can you help me, Craig? Is there anything I can do to convince you?"
Lisette slowly dropped to the floor, pulling Craig's pants and underwear to his ankles as she descended. She wrapped one hand around his shaft and cupped his balls in her other hand. Just as she was moving her mouth toward the head of Craig's cock, he started bucking his hips and shooting cum in her direction. The first--and largest--blast hit her on the cheek. The second caught her nose. Lisette managed to open her mouth and catch the rest of his ejaculation as she closed her lips around the head of Craig's spurting cock.
A full spectrum of emotions washed over Lisette in that instant. Her first response was shock. This was her first exposure to premature ejaculation. When she realized what had happened, she felt disappointment that quickly gave way to anger. But as she guzzled the last of Craig's jizz and felt no slackening in his erection, Lisette's anger was replaced by compassion, which led once again to desire.
"I-I'm sorry," Craig burbled. "I d-didn't expect that..."
"It's ok," Lisette said, cutting off his apology. "You've still got a nice piece of wood here. We can try it again."
Lisette stood up, straddled Craig's cock, and rubbed her crotch back and forth on his length. Craig responded immediately by humping back and forth. The feeling of Lisette's smooth thighs squeezing his shaft and her slick pussy lips sliding back and forth was the best sensation he had ever felt in his life. He held on to her hips while thrusting back and forth with increasing speed.
"Slow down, stud," Lisette implored. "Aren't you going to take my panties off, first?"
"Right, of course," Craig stammered. "I'm sorry."
It suddenly occurred to Lisette that, despite wielding the equipment of a full-grown man, Craig might have been lacking in the experience department. He was, after all, only one year out of high school, and he did not possess what could be called a gregarious personality. That probably explained his trepidation.
Lisette reached down and put Craig's hands on the sides of her panties, then with her hands over his, started to push them downward. She planted a deep, forceful kiss on his mouth. She let go of his hands when he pushed them far enough for gravity to drop them the rest of the way to the floor.
Stepping out of her panties, Lisette broke away from Craig, stood next to him at the vanity, and bent herself at the waist so that her face and chest were flush with the counter top. She spread her legs wide, bent slightly at the knees, and wiggled her ass at Craig.
"Take me, stud. Fuck me like you've always dreamed about fucking me."
Lisette's words were true, but Craig knew that they were just as true about more than two dozen women in this building. He masturbated every night while fantasizing that he was fucking one or two or even three of his office babes. There were gorgeous, fuckable women in nearly every department and on every floor of this office tower. Of course, the only female who ever gave him the time of day was Marcy, the eighteen-year-old receptionist on the first floor, but all the hot babes in the building had starring roles in his masturbatory fantasies at least once per week. None, however, were the object of his lust more often than Lisette.
Craig stood behind Lisette and aimed his swollen cock at the crease between her butt cheeks. He put his cock in the crack of her ass and pushed. Instead of feeling the glorious sensation of Lisette's moist, velvet-like vagina, he met only resistance. He backed up and then pushed forward a second time. Again he met resistance. He was getting a little frustrated as he backed up for a third stab at Lisette's slit, when he felt something grabbing his shaft and pulling him forward. His cock head hit something warm and moist. That's when he realized that Lisette had reached between her legs and was guiding his shaft home.
"Now push it," Lisette whispered.
Craig pushed forward and felt the most glorious experience of his life. His cock sank halfway into Lisette's vagina before refusing to go further. He pushed again, but nothing happened.
"Back up and push it again, sweetie," Lisette cooed.
