I studied my reflection in the mirror of the elevator door, waiting for it to open, waiting for him to be revealed to me. He had been in there every single day for five weeks. For twenty-five straight business days, the elevator had come up from the garage with him already on board. He must commute in to have a car. I was a city girl, living three blocks away, grabbing the elevator in the lobby. Six elevators in the building and I always managed to get on the one he already occupied. After a couple weeks, I couldn't help but grin at him when the doors parted. And he always reciprocated, with a megawatt smile.
Two weeks ago, with a crowd of people shoving their way in, I ended up right in front of him as the car filled to capacity. With each person that entered, I tried to keep my footing, not wanting to get too close to him. But that day, the unapologetic man in front of me shoved me right into him. I stumbled slightly as a huge paw grabbed my hip, steadying me.
"Sorry," I tossed over my shoulder.
"No worries," he gave a slight squeeze before letting go.
I carried the warmth of his palm with me that day. His hand had felt huge as it cupped me. Everything about him was big and that was most definitely part of his appeal. From the first day I had spotted him, I had admired the size of his shoulders, the solid muscular chest that I just knew was hidden under his perfectly tailored suit. I knew I'd fit in his arms and I couldn't help but imagine them around me, holding me tight.
I wasn't prepared for what would happen today when the door opened on the 11th floor. As a woman went to exit, she dropped the stack of papers she was holding. Someone was kind enough to press the button to keep the door open and two other people bent to help her. Everyone else backed up to give the helper's more room and I found myself sandwiched between him and the woman in front of me. I took a deep breath as I felt my back align with his front.
"I'm so...so sorry," I stammered, glancing over my shoulder.
"I'm not," he whispered, tilting his head to meet my gaze.
God, his eyes were amazing. They bore into me and I felt my pussy dampen. I licked my suddenly dry lips just as the woman in front of me pushed back, literally pinning me against him. His eyes darkened and he wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me tight. I bit my lip as I felt his cock swell against my ass. I fought with every fiber of my being to hold myself completely still.
"Mmm..." he moaned against my ear.
I gasped at the feel of his breath so close to me and his hand opened over my belly. I slid my hand over his, entwining our fingers.
"I've got you," he assured me.
He was so hot, so strong...I practically melted in his arms. It felt like an eternity that I was locked against him and I savored every moment. I didn't have a care in the world as to what the people around me were thinking as I felt myself swaying, rocking my ass against him.
"You know I'm hard for you," he murmured, his lips pressed to my ear. "Are you wet for me?"
My mouth opened in shock just as the people in front of me shifted forward and the doors closed once more. I somehow managed to drop my hand from his to take a step forward and he pulled me back, briefly grinding his cock against my ass one more time before releasing me.
The building was 36 floors high. From 12 to 29, I tried my best to focus on my breathing. I would exit on 29 and all I knew for certain was that his office was somewhere above mine. Four other people would remain in the cab with us for the duration of my ride. They did so daily. I thanked God that none of my co-workers were with us as we climbed. I was so flushed, I was pretty sure my cheeks matched my hair.
With each passing floor and opening door, I inched ahead. I swear I felt him come with me. I was constantly aware of the heat radiating off of him. I focused on the doors, refusing to look back. I silently prayed that he would not touch me again. My body was a firestorm of emotions. No man's touch had ever caused this kind of reaction in me. No man had ever spoken to me so bluntly.
I paused right in front of the door as 26, 27, 28 ticked by. I was ready to bolt and he was right behind me. Would he actually follow me? What would he say to me? I was shaking, not at all sure how I would react to him, to having an actual conversation with him. My mouth was so dry, my heart pounding so loud, I could hear it in my ears.
"Nancy!" my co-worker Lynne screamed as the doors finally opened. "Thank God! I've been waiting for you!"
Lynne always had a fire for me to put out. I had never been more relieved to see her in my life. She grabbed my arm, literally pulling me out of the elevator and down the hall.
I looked back over my shoulder and saw him take a step back. His eyes were smoldering as they met mine. He licked his lips and I imagined them sucking my rock-hard pebbled nipples into his mouth, tugging my aching clit between them.
I waited until the doors closed before I turned back around. I put one foot in front of the other, hoping to focus on the day ahead. I knew it would be impossible. Once I dealt with Lynne's crisis, I was tempted to lock my office door and finger myself, rub my tight clit until I bit my lip from crying out. But I knew I wouldn't. Yes, I needed release but I knew it wouldn't ease the ache the way a thick, hot, veiny cock would.
I felt so raw, so exposed as the day went on. I was so very glad that I didn't have any meetings, that I could just sit at my desk and try to sort through my feelings. In hindsight, I realized I hadn't been offended by his question. I was startled yes, but so turned on to know that he was feeling what I was feeling.
On my walk home, my thoughts went from how would I face him in the morning to what should I wear? I dressed professionally every day for work, always in a dress or skirt. My gay and female friends told me that I was built like Christina Hendricks and that men were intimidated by me, that they had no idea how to approach someone so gorgeous. I felt the complete opposite and constantly told them they were full of shit. I was sure that I was an oversized amazon that no man would ever find appealing.
So...why him? Why was he flirting with me? Why, on the days when he was a few people away from me, did I still feel his eyes on me? Until today, I thought that had been my imagination.
I pushed the door open to my high-rise building and bypassed the wall of mailboxes. Bills and junk mail could wait. All I wanted was to slip between my sheets with one of my favorite toys. My cunt was still throbbing and tingling from his touch and I needed to shove something inside of me to fill the void. No matter how many times I had used the restroom, I remained dripping wet all day. My pussy needed to be pounded and since a fake cock was all I had, a fake cock would have to do.
The elevator door opened just as I arrived and I quickly boarded, simultaneously pressing floor 11 and the door close button. I felt like I was going to burst. As the doors began to shut, I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, replaying my elevator ride with him that morning.
I heard the ding indicating that someone had approached and began to insert their way in before the door could fully close. I mustered all the strength I had to open my eyes, not wanting to appear rude to a fellow neighbor.
Only it wasn't a neighbor. It was him.
"Nancy, I presume," he smirked at me as the door closed fully behind him.
I stood there with my mouth wide open, thankful that the wall was holding me up as we began to ascend.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Wh...what are you...why, why are you here?" I croaked out every word.
"I didn't follow you," he assured me. "I was in the lobby finishing up a phone call and you walked right by me."
