A second passed, her gathering her thoughts about...The doors gave way as if they had never been there and she felt her freefall begin, her eyes opened, hands extended,
"Fuck!" She wasn't sure if she was exhausted or what, but her hands were rested firmly against the door, as the elevator slowed to a stop.
DING! Gwyn pulled back from them, glad someone else would be using the elevator. The brass doors opened, revealing the hall of floor 5. Alyssa who must've stopped on the HR floor for something, calmly entered, black blazer, white blouse, and black skirt cut slightly about the bottom of her thigh. Her eyes met Gwynn's, almost glowing green, in this lighting. She smiled, viewed that the "L" button was aglow, pressed it anyways, and planted herself behind Gwynn, slightly to the right.
"I don't know if I've ever seen the elevator this empty at this time of the day, " Alyssa stated.
"It's definitely odd," she replied.
She could feel Alyssa step forward directly behind her and lean in, resting her hand on Gwynn's hip, her mouth directly behind her ear. Her hand then slid up Gwyns ribs and firmly squeezed her right breast, "but I'm glad it is, because I have been hot thinking about getting you alone"
Her other hand pushed Gwynn forward against the doors of the elevator, completely thrown off by this behavior, unsure why she didn't protest the inappropriate nature of...Alyssa mouth now kissing down her neck, still fondling her chest, while her left hand traced up her thigh, and up along the edge of her panties, feeling the dampness on them.
"I can feel your anticipation," Alyssa whispered in her ear as her fingers curled making little circles over the fabric, Gwynn's breathing betraying her and the urge to run, push her deviant coworker away, preserve her dignity, but instead she grasped Alyssa's hand, prying her panties to the side and pushed her fingers inside of her, completely giving into these newly found animal urges. The heat rose up inside of her, as she inwardly also panicked that the ding would be followed by a busy lobby that the doors would open to, and expose her in all her shame, but the elevator seemed to endlessly just keep plummeting, into an abyss of pleasure.
Alyssa grabbed her seemingly helpless and wanton coworker, turned her around and met her lips in a deep passionate kiss, and reinserted her two fingers while propping Gwyns leg up.
"Oh god, that feels good."
"Yeah, you like being my little slut, Gwynn? Feeling helpless to my touch, being mine for whatever I want..." Alyssas lips then finding hers again as their tongues danced in their mouths...
DING!
Gwyns eyes opened into the empty elevator, her sexual assailant gone, her leg propped up against the rail in the elevator and her fingers furiously circling her clit...
Dazed, confused, aroused..."what the fuck!"
She quickly gathered herself, as the door of the elevator opened.
The drive home was welcomed and a relief to be mundane. Images danced in her head of her elevator ride, and wouldn't leave her alone. Was she losing her mind? What the fuck was going on with her?
She walked into her house, went straight to the bathroom and began to fill the tub with warm water and bubbles. Peeling off her clothes and peering into the mirror she rubbed her eyes, staring at herself like something may reveal what was wrong with her. It gave her no clues.
A warm bath is exactly what she needed. Lighting a candle, she flipped out the lights and went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of wine before heading back to see if the water had filled.
She eased her foot into the steaming water, fearing a quick descent may leave her scolded. It was just right. The kind of hot you slowly sink into, knowing how good it will feel as each loosens each muscle. Finally the water covered her mostly up to her neck, her knees and breasts sticking slightly above the water tension line, speckled with the bubbles that rested on the water's surface. She sipped her wine, leaned back more and closed her eyes.
"You like being my little slut, Gwynn?" Alyssa's voice echoed in her mind. She had never considered herself into women, while she did find both sexes attractive. Why was this driving her so wild, "...feeling helpless to my touch..." She bit her lip slightly, sinking further into the water, as if a little getting into her ears would drown the sounds from her head. Her face dropping below the surface, dropping, dropping...the sound of the echoing ripples splashing against the edges of the tub, almost drumming in her ears. Then what felt like a hundred hands from below her grabbed, her, pulling her further down, caressing her, every inch of her body being danced along by endless fingers, and she sank into them, her skin tensing and loosening to their electrified touch. Her breathing seemingly shallow, her elation rising and falling like a crescendo, as if a melody leaping across her consciousness, or lack of...."fuck, how am I..." her eyes jolted open, and she sat up, gasping and drawing in air...how long had she been there, how long had she been below the water?
Wiping the water droplets from her face and perceiving the water laden wrinkles in her hand, she sipped her wine again, stood, and pulled the drain. Turning the dial of the faucet, and pulling the lever up she then rinsed herself of the bubbles, falling down her body and swirling into the drain.
Morning crept over her window seal. It's easier to accept the day when you don't have to work. Feeling relieved to see her bedroom was the way it should be, glad no surprises were jumping out at her. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she then pushed herself up, letting the sheets and comforter roll off her skin. Grabbing a shirt from the floor, she covered herself and sauntered to the bathroom to empty her bladder from an exquisite rest. Washing her hands, she curiously reached up for the mirror, but the glass did not give. A sigh left her lips, "Maybe, today can be normal."
The bubbling of the coffee maker called her name, "Gwyn, you want me...." Well, not really, but if it could speak...
Gwyn went about her morning routines, readying herself for the day ahead. Getting out would be good for her. A little walking, window shopping along the main drag in town...it all sounded like it'd be what she needed. She threw on her sleek, lightweight burgundy dress that laid across her features quite nicely, and finished drying her hair before gathering her purse and keys, and stepping out her front door.
It wasn't a long drive to the center of town. While there were definitely some people out, she was glad to see it wasn't overly crowded. That made finding a parking spot much easier.
It was about 74 degrees out, and mostly sunny. Big white cumulus clouds slowly crept along in the blue sky overhead. A gentle breeze occasionally making the leaves on the trees dance. Silence, then a breath, phoooo-PhoooooOOOOOOO then the sound of millions of leaves clapping and crackling, an occasional branch creaking.
Gwyn pulled back her hair, reset her sunglasses, gathered her purse, locked her car, and...off...
The sidewalk was scattered with a person here or there passing. Some, on their phones, some muttering to themselves until they think someone may catch them, a few that nod, a few that smile, many to whom you may as well not exist. That wasn't a problem for Gwynn, it was invited at this moment.
A quaint bookstore beckoned her in. "Bended Pages" was tucked into one of the older buildings. Upon entering she immediately descended several stairs. Comics, photos, records and greeting cards sat on various displays through the center of the space.
Categories of literature lined the walls, shelved on old oak wood. The feeling of plastic covered objects flipping beneath her fingers, was exhilarating, in a way (a treasure hunt of sorts.) Sauntering from display to display, Gwyn eventually reached the back of the store where a staircase led to a lower level. Used books lined these shelves. The smell of old pages hung in the air. She picked up the occasional random book to look at the cover, read the back, or just to flip through the pages to feel their crisp edges flutter across her fingers.
Satisfied, Gwyn made her way back out of the store. The bright light made her squint and remember to put back on her sunglasses from the severe contrast.
Her next stop was an antique mall. She perused the first floor, as a candy shop of shiney things, aged things, and random things scattered every corner and surface of the shop. There was some order in the madness, but just enough chaos to make one feel as if in another world.
Having viewed everything on the first floor and second, she made her way up to the third. Each floor was less organized than the prior. On the third floor it was like it was the catch-all of what didn't organize easily, or maybe just the things the vendor hadn't dealt with yet. To her left was a table with an ornate little box. A clasp held it closed. Flipping the clasp up she gently opened it. A merry go round of sorts began twirling slowly to an almost ominously calming tune. The music box sputtered at moments as the objects circled, a girl chasing a pony through a doorway that they would seemingly disappear through, come out, and return back to it's threshold again. "Strange," She cocked her eyebrow as she muttered to herself.
