Some of you lovely readers wanted some back-story for 'So Wrong but So Right", my first story for literotica. This is the second chapter of a story that closely resembles the actual story that has taken place (and still is taking place) between some very real people. I hope you enjoy it. And I'm sorry in advance for my writing style. I do tend to get wordy. I'll try to get Chapter 3 out soon, I promise!
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My sleep had been tumultuous and I woke the next morning to see that Bryan had already left for work. I had to be at work in an hour. I pulled on a teal, satin blouse and a pair of hip-hugging black slacks. Last was a pair of black, leather, wedged shoes. I only owned a few pair of shoes, but this was by far my favorite. I pulled my hair into large curlers and blow-dried it. I applied hair-spray and then took them out. The style was good enough for work.
My object wasn't to look cute today. I wanted to get to work and talk to someone... anyone who could give me some answers! The foremost candidate in my mind was Tessa, a girl I had worked with at S&G Data Processing for the past three years. We'd shared some interesting conversation on philosophy, our work, and of course our various sexual experiences. And while we never did much outside of the workplace together, aside from a casual dinner now and then, I realized as I was driving to work that day that we knew each other remarkably well.
Once in the building, I went through security and stepped onto the elevator. It was a long way to the thirty-seventh floor. Jason Krawley, an accountant who worked on the thirty-fifth floor, sometimes made it a longer trip than expected. He had been hitting on me since I'd begun working in the building. I never understood it; there were at least three or four good looking women on the elevator with us every morning, but he only hit on me. This particular morning he sidled up to me, closer than usual.
"Good morning, Ms. Cordrey. How are you?" His eyes were drinking me in as usual.
"Good morning Jason. And that's Mrs. Denton. I think I've told you that, oh, every day since I got married?"
"I like the name Cordrey better." He smiled and winked at me. I shook my head with a smirk. The elevator dinged for the fifteenth floor. Janet Weise, an account manager that worked for another firm, walked into the elevator with a package under her arm. At 5'11", with her wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts and round ass, she should have taken Jason's attention away easily. Yet his gaze didn't budge.
"There are a lot of things I'm sure you like Jason." I scooted into the corner of the elevator as a few more people came in after Janet. Jason stepped closer to me. He could probably smell my perfume. The elevator was getting warmer.
"You look a little tense today. Everything going okay with Bart?" The incorrect name made my eyes shut in annoyance.
"Bryan," I said as the elevator continued up.
"Yeah... Bryan."
"Things are fine," I lied. Jason was so close that I could smell his cologne. It was earthy and musky. It made my blood boil that he was wearing the same cologne as Bryan. I knew if I closed my eyes, I could easily imagine Bryan standing beside me. The thought of being alone with him in an elevator nearly made me wet. The things I could do to him. I gripped my bag.
"Good to hear." He was smiling wide, looking ahead now. Maybe Jason knew. Maybe I was oozing my dissatisfaction... emanating the very essence of need.
"How's your friend?" At least the subject was no longer on me and we weren't too far off from our destinations.
"Which friend?"
"That Tessa girl."
"Still happily married."
"Ah, right. I remember now. That's good to hear, too." The elevator opened at the twenty-sixth floor. Two people got out. The doors closed and the car continued up. Just a few more floors!
"So, I have my break at eleven-thirty if you want to get some coffee."
"Jason, I'm married. You know I'm married. Why do you ask me if I'll get coffee with you every day?" The evidence of my annoyance had to be astounding.
He didn't move or answer, just smiled ahead as the doors opened on the twenty-ninth floor. For the first time in my three-year career at S&G, the planets aligned in Jason's favor, the fates smiled down on him, and everyone left the elevator. We were the only ones left. A chill rushed through my veins as the elevator door closed. For a split second, we stood beside each other. Then, in one swift movement, Jason dropped his bag on the floor, hit the emergency stop button and slammed his body against mine. The metal of the elevator wall pressed against my back.
"Jason, what the fuck are you doing!?"
His hand went over my shoulder, his tall body pinning me to the wall. "Eve, I'm going to kiss you... because you need it. And I need it."
Waves of shock continued to pelt me like ocean waves against a cliff. I opened my mouth to protest. My eyes wide, I realized I was completely subject to his whim. I couldn't get away even if I tried.
His lips descended on mine, his tongue slid against mine. I blinked as he ravaged my mouth, his arm going around me... pulling my body hard against his. Despite everything I hated about Jason... despite the obvious problems with kissing another man, I found myself enjoying the kiss. My hands remained glued at my sides, but my eyes floated closed. He tasted me as the emergency alarm screamed around us. I felt a rise in his pants, a defined ridge prodding just above my crotch.
My body relaxed and my body began to react. I was kissing him back! Jason Krawley of all people! The only feelings I had for him were ones of disgust! Though he disgusted me, I couldn't deny that felt good to be kissed... thoroughly... hotly... passionately. And after I'm sure he had licked every corner of my mouth, our lips fell away from the other's like the petals of a wilted flower. Our eyes opened simultaneously. I was still stuck in partial shock. He was breathing hard.
"You are the hottest woman I have ever met." He said. "Every time I see you, I want you." He closed his mouth and took a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closing. I couldn't tell if he wanted an answer to the statement or not. The alarm continued to screech.
He took another fevered breath and slowly... let go of me. I had no words for him. He only went back to the emergency button and pressed it again to release the alarm. The car continued upwards. The red emergency phone rang inside the elevator. He picked it up.
A voice warbled through the handset. "Everything's fine." Someone spoke to Jason. "No, it just stopped." He looked at me, his eyes hazy. "We're not sure why it stopped." The person's voice rattled on the other side once more. "We're fine... Thanks." He hung up the phone and picked up his bag.
The car door opened a moment later on the thirty-second floor and he got out. It wasn't even his floor. Other people came in and I stood in the corner of the elevator- completely... dazed.
I got out on the thirty-seventh floor and took a moment to collect myself. I straightened my blouse, which he had made crooked when grabbing me. 'Jason Krawley!' I shook my head. Wait until Tessa heard about this!
I entered the office, where, in row after row of cubicle sat people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. All around me, people were processing information into various forms. Copiers ran, papers flipped, and the busy bees of S&G buzzed.
I dropped into my cubicle, where Tessa was on the phone.
Tessa, short for Contessa, was easily the prettiest woman I had ever seen. Her mother was from Brazil and didn't speak a lick of English and her father was from Egypt originally. She had the flawless, golden-tanned skin I had ever seen. I would have killed for her perfectly proportioned figure. It appeared that she didn't have an ounce of fat on her, and, in comparison to most women was not particularly curvy. Instead, she was all flat, tight, and well-toned. Her lips were thick and her green eyes were almond-shaped and framed by dark lashes. Her nose was tiny and narrow with the perfect little button-rounded end. Her cheek-bones and jaw were feathers. Her wavy, almost curly hair went on forever down her back, black as ravens' feathers. Her perfect, sweet smile could bring armies to their knees. It was like working with Helen of Troy.
"Sure Alice, I can cover for you next Thursday. Hey, it's not every day that a death happens in the family." Alice was a co-worker of ours who worked on the thirty-eighth floor. "No... It's no problem. My condolences to Jim." She hung up the phone and swiveled her chair to face mine. I had waited patiently by until she was done.
"Alice's mother-in-law died and I have to cover for her next-" She caught me biting my lip as I looked away. The elevator kiss was occurring to me again. "Hey what is it?"
"Krawley." I said.
"Not him again." Tessa rolled her eyes and chuckled, her perfect smile showing through.
"It wasn't the usual today." I could feel my cheeks flush deep red. Tessa's expression shifted from amusement to concern.
"Did he say something? Do you want me to kick his ass?" She popped her dainty fist into her hand.
"He... kissed me," I said plainly, looking at the floor.
"Kissed you? What, on the elevator?!" Tessa threw her head back and laughed. "I can't believe it! What was it like?"
"It was..." I searched for a word for it and said the first one that came to my mind, "hot..."
"Ooooooooh. You liked it, huh?" She grinned.
"Ugh, he's a creep! But... wow, he's a good kisser."
"How did it happen, give me all the hot details." She laughed.
"I don't know. Suddenly we were the only ones in the elevator and he pinned me to the wall. Before I knew it, we were kissing!" Telling her the story made me feel like a pedestrian in the whole event and I mustered enough courage to chuckle.
"Didn't anybody see you?" Tessa's grin widened.
"He hit the emergency alarm button." I threw my head back and laughed, finally able to feel the excitement.
"Wooooow. That is... shocking." She laughed with me.
"It's hard for me to admit, but I actually enjoyed it."
"Don't like it too much, you might be hitting the emergency alarm every day!" she teased.
"No... I have a feeling it won't happen again. Do you know he got off at the thirty-second floor?" I said, fiddling with the edge of my skirt, grinning.
"Maybe you two should take the stairs every day," she nudged me.
"No, no, no. I'm a married woman." I accented especially hard on the 'married' part. "And I love my husband."
"You sound like a robot," she said. I took a deep breath. "I see. That's not all, is it? Something with Bryan? Is the robot starting to doubt her programming?"
