Ode To Robert Frost

It's been a long week. You sit in your corner office with a tumbler of whiskey marveling at how magical the skyline looks at twilight. You allow yourself a meditative moment but then your thoughts drift back to the girl you used to be.

Small town, football cheerleader, the valedictorian. There were 2 paths in the woods, and you had chosen the less traveled.

Full scholarship at State then a free ride to the Ivy Leagues. Since then, you've devoted all your energies toward building this company. Never any regrets.

Your phone lights up; your chauffer is downstairs waiting to whisk you to some fabulous restaurant so you can ink a lucrative deal with a foreign firm.

The elevator doors open, there's a young burly maintenance guy inside. You have definitely seen his handsome face around; his name is on the tip of your tongue.

He is nervous at the sight of you and he adorably stammers: good evening, ma'am (then) I hope you have a nice weekend.

The earthquake hits during your descent, somewhere between the 22nd and 20th floors. Everything shudders, your elevator violently stops and the two of you are flung up against the wall then onto the floor.

You reach to your forehead, there's a gash and there's blood. You feel faint...but he is soon holding you and asking if you're ok. You mumble that you just need to rest.

He easily hoists you aloft as he hits the call button. Someone, somewhere, answers... says to just sit tight while they send an emergency crew.

You cling onto his sculpted granite shoulders, then the sprinkler system goes off and the two of you are drenched with cold water.

It's wintertime...and now you can actually see his breath. You tell him that you used to be a girl scout, that there's a very real risk of hypothermia. He doesn't resist as you pull off his clothes, then your own.

You huddle together, sharing your body heat...then he melts into you fully, nuzzling and sucking on your breasts.

The elevator car lurches, then plunges downward in multiple sequences, and each time the walls push in until the two of you are squished into the small cavity in the center. Somehow, he is still on his feet...but you landed in such a way that you are above him with your legs wrapped around his powerful upper body.

Workers are now on the scene, by some miracle your car had reached the bottom.

They are going to use the jaws of life...no reason to be alarmed. Then your whole world begins to vibrate and you begin to slowly slide down his chest, your pussy leaving a wet trail that bisects his washboard six-pack abs.

Then more vibrations force you lower still, until you are cognizant that this young man is packing serious heat because his bulbous head is now straining at your gate.

You try to climb back up him but you have no strength. His hands grab your ass; you gaze into his gunmetal grey eyes and see tears. He says he's sorry but he can barely move. The vibrations continue and you lose your perch...and gravity takes over, his fully engorged cock invades your dominion. You exhale hard; as you are slowly impaled all the way to the hilt.

Then all is quiet aside from your whimpering. A fireman hears and assures you they are now bringing in a cutting tool and they'll have you out in 10 or so minutes.

His words sink in, you both realize there's no preventing what's going to happen next. The stars have somehow aligned and it doesn't matter that he is a virgin who has sworn to wait until his wedding night; nor that you aren't in a position to have kids right now.

You can hear them moving the new equipment into position; you apologize to him for everything that has happened. He presses his lips to yours then his tongue is in your mouth earnestly searching for yours. They find each other then begin their languid dance.

The final rescue stage kicks off--and your gladiator begins to fuck you with the full force of a jackhammer behind him.

You are hit with a series of orgasms, each more powerful than the last, while he continuously pumps his copious seeds deep inside of you.

Ding-ding! You snap out of your haze. He chivalrously holds the door for you then heads off carefree as you dizzily step into your limo.