He entered the elevator with his head down and his eyes on the document in his hands, just another busy executive making use of every moment. In the rear corner of the car, her attention sharpened and her eyes quickly scanned him.
He stood about five foot six and couldn't weigh more than 140 pounds. She weighed about that as well, but it was spread across a broad shouldered frame that was just an inch or so short of six feet tall. The result was that she looked like an Amazon warrior, statuesque and strong, yet clearly feminine.
Her last steady piece had called her Xena because of her powerful build and her sexual aggression. That aggression was the key element of her sexuality. She seldom allowed herself to come before her lover did, usually riding him until he came, then following with her own orgasm. It was actually difficult for her to come before her man. She described the feeling of a man coming within her and his moans as foreplay to her. So strong and dominant was she that she almost never tied her lovers to maintain control. It was so much more fun to simply force them to do her will.
But as thrilling as it was to physically dominate and control her lover, it was even more thrilling to hunt and take sexual prey in public places. It was that need that had brought her to this high rise office building. She had already ridden from lobby to top floor three times, watching for the right target.
She had taken prey, as she thought of it, almost a dozen times now, and each time the thrill of the hunt, the chance of being caught, and that tricky time between her initial assault and her victim's acceptance of his fate made her pussy gush and her heart pound.
As all this crossed her mind, the elevator stopped and several people got on, to her delight. It made her target have to move deeper into the car, which he did casually, never looking up from the papers in his hands. She quickly but unobtrusively positioned herself both closer to him and between him and the car's door. He seemed fairly attractive, but that wasn't her concern. A hard cock and a man she could physically overpower if need be were her criteria.
She continued to watch him, confident that he was headed towards the top floors of the eighty story building because he paid no attention to the floors as they passed. As the crowd dwindled, she eased back until she was against the car's rear wall and just a foot or two off his left shoulder. Finally, everyone but the two of them had gotten off. There were just three floors left to go to the top, and she could see the button lighted for the top one. As the door closed behind the last rider, she dropped her cell phone in front of the man she planned to fuck within the next few minutes.
He bent to retrieve it, as she had bet he would, and she reached across him with her long arm and pushed the STOP button on the panel. At the same time, as he began to straighten, she grabbed him by the back of the coat collar, spinning him, and almost slamming him into the wall at the rear of the car.
"Hey, goddamn it, what are you doing?" he yelled as she stepped in behind him and put her forearm across his neck, keeping his face pinned against the wall, as she moved her body in against his hips, forcing them to the wall as well. He was effectively pinned although he struggled hard to get free. She towered above him, and was clearly the more powerful of the two, especially with the element of surprise on her side.
