Fiona walks through the hotel lobby toward the elevator. She's had a long day and wants to get some rest before the conference the next day. She especially wants to get out of her heels and take a long bath.
"Being a businesswoman can really suck, sometimes." She thinks to herself. "These heels are killing me!" Her 4 inch Christian Louboutin heels are stunning with a sharp point, but not great for the back or feet. She smooths down the jacket of her suit over her pencil skirt as she waits for the elevator, giving a little sigh.
The bell chimes, announcing the elevator's arrival. She steps into the bright light, noticing the mirrors all around her, including the ceiling with gold paneling between the mirrors. She smirks at the ostentatiousness of it all, pressing the button to her floor.
As the doors are about to close, a hand shoots through, opening them again. Fiona is a bit annoyed until she sees the person attached to the hand. He's tall, lean and the colour of warm chocolate. His eyes are a piercing green. He's dressed in a sharp suit; she realizes he too must be here for the conference. He smiles at her apologetically as he stands in front of her, pushing a button.
She looks at his back, admiring his shape and the way the suit flows over his body effortlessly. She then remembers the mirrors and looks at this face to see if he's caught her. He has. She blushes and looks down. He smiles at her in the mirror. While her face is lowered, he looks her over, he too admiring her curves under the suit, his breath catching at the sight of the heels, wondering how they'd feel pressed into his skin. He crosses his hands in front of his body to block his growing erection.
"Almost there, then I can take care of this." He thinks.
He watches the arrow as it slowly moves from floor to floor. Suddenly there is a jolt and they both grab the railings beside them. The arrow stops between floors 7 and 8; they're stuck! They look at each other and then look to the panel, the elevator is older, obviously remodeled but they don't see an emergency panel!
"This is bullshit!" Fiona says indignantly. "We're stuck here and we can't communicate with anyone!"
"Hopefully someone will fix this problem soon." He says. He turns to her and holds out his hand. "My name is Benjamin, it's nice to meet you."
She takes his hand and relishes the firm grip, returning her own.
"I'm Fiona, you've got a great handshake. A lot of men don't shake properly I find. I think they fear they'll break me. It's annoying."
"I was taught to always give a firm handshake, no matter the gender." He smiles again, making her take a deep breath.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to get comfy until we're rescued." She takes off her suit jacket revealing the dark red blouse underneath. As she bends down to place it on the floor, he can see the dark purple silk bra she's wearing underneath her shirt. His erection hardens.
"Sounds like a plan." He too takes off his jacket and sits down quickly, bending one leg to hide the bulge.
She smiles at him and stretches her arms up over her head, working out the kinks in her back.
"Hopefully this doesn't take too long, I need to get some sleep for the conference tomorrow."
"I know what you mean. I'm presenting tomorrow and I need to go over my notes."
"Really, what are you presenting?" She asks him.
"Research on the sexual relations between interracial couples." He blushes as he says this. "It's my first talk, and I'm a little nervous."
She laughs warmly. "Don't be, you'll be fine, just imagine them all in their underwear...though considering the subject that may not help you." She grins wolfishly and nods towards his hidden erection. He blushes even harder.
She chuckles to herself and looks around the elevator, they don't hear anything.
"Well, looks like we're good and stuck here." She looks back at him. "What do you say we add some experience for your talk tomorrow?" His eyes widen at her.
