It had not been a good day for the pizza delivery girl. She'd already done her stairmaster for the day and more, having climbed maybe ten flights total in those motels with no elevator, and these people were being very stingy with their tips today. And to top it all off, she hadn't gotten laid in weeks. One of the perks of delivering in a beach resort town is that you get to check out hundreds of beautiful, barely clothed people every day. She would pass them in her car and think "doable, doable, throw downable, totally fuckable." But it was very frustrating, look but don't touch.
Ground level of a tall hotel, she and half a dozen vacationers stood waiting for the elevator. It was mid-June, which meant there were a lot of high school graduates in town, which meant there were a lot of fresh young bodies to gawk at. The doors opened and she, the elderly couple, and a group of four teenage boys got on the elevator. She wasn't sure if her efforts to make it look like she wasn't staring ever paid off. Two of the guys were definitely fuckable, one was probably a jock, but the other had this natural muscular build bordering on flabby, and a cute face, and she let her mind fill in the aspects that were hidden under his soaking wet swim trunks.
The elevator stopped at the second floor, the old couple got off and a young lady got on. She was wearing a blue bikini top and matching swim skirt, and she'd gotten a lot of sun this trip, her hair was naturally bleached and her flawless skin was very tan. The pizza girl forgot all about the guys. She was obviously staring but really didn't care, face, arms, c-sized perky tits (she did make an effort not to lick her lips at this point), firm stomach, round hips, grab-able ass, beautiful legs, and back up again. She pressed the button for the 14th floor.
The boys got off at the 5th floor, and looked a little sad as they left the elevator. Now it was just the beach beauty and the pizza girl. The pizza girl was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and felt seriously overdressed. All day driving past the coast and those skimpily clad tourists, sometimes she just wanted to park somewhere, throw off all her clothes and let the ocean swallow her up. But unfortunately that wouldn't pay the bills.
"Smells good," the beauty said, and she gave a little smile that totally melted the pizza girl.
She nodded in agreement. "I haven't eaten all day," she replied, wondering if the beauty would catch the double meaning.
Sixth floor, seventh, the pizza girl was waiting for the 12th. But wouldn't you know it, the elevator stopped at the 8th. But then the doors didn't open. The girls looked at each other strangely, and the pizza girl tried pushing the door open button, nothing. In actuality they were stopped between the 7th and 8th floors, but the digital counter inside already said 8.
"Should we try the call button?" the beauty asked. The pizza girl pressed it and soon there was a crackily voice coming through. "We're stuck in the elevator," the pizza girl said into the speaker. The reply was very garbled, but sounded close to "we didn't realize anyone was in the elevator, we've stopped it for maintainance, it's something that once the technicians start in on it they can't stop, so it may be an hour or more before we can get you out, we're very sorry."
"Dammit," the pizza girl spat, thinking the people up on the 12th floor weren't going to like their pizza cold and weren't going to tip her much, but then she looked over at the girl, leaning against the back of the elevator, equally dismayed by the delay, and thought to herself "at least there's a good view."
Ten minutes, and even with the air conditioner it was really warm in the tiny enclosed space. The girl removed her skirt and let it fall to the floor, revealing the matching blue bikini bottom. "Too bad I'm not wearing my bathing suit, I wish I could do that," the pizza girl said.
"I probably got a little heat stroke, it's so hot in here," the beauty said.