The elevator was going to the last floor, where I worked. It was really crowded that morning. And I was being squished among a lot of people. A wonderful start to that long day, I thought to myself.
Suddenly, I felt it. There, again... definitely more than just a quick accidental contact. A pair of hands was stroking my round ass cheeks through my tight skirt.
I should normally be offended, but that soft contact felt so good... It was not an aggressive groping. Those hands were exploring the contours of my firm butt as though it was a masterpiece of art.
Stifling a low moan, I pushed slightly back into the hands and I was rewarded with more vigorous stroking. Because of the crowd in the elevator, I could not turn my head to see who was feeling me up.
The hands started to become even bolder; lifting my tight skirt up and feeling my bare flesh. I felt myself sighing softly, hoping no one noticed it... No one did, because everyone was looking straight ahead, all them wrapped up in their own thoughts. Then those naughty fingers traced around the lacy edges of my tiny panties.
I felt the hot, sweet smelling breath on the back of my neck and in my curly hair. Then I felt my panties getting soaked as my pussy grew wetter and wetter.
The elevator continued to ascend. The hands now pushed down my panties slowly, sliding them over the smooth curves of my butt. I was amazed that no one seemed to notice the situation.
All I could focus on was the delicious sensation of being felt up and the growing wetness between my legs. One hand slid up beneath my skirt and began stroking my soaked pussy from behind. I tried to stifle a gasp, but I could not help it. I was finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
