Elevator Slut

I had just left my father's office after bringing him
lunch while I was downtown shopping. It was one of those
tall skysc****rs and his firm's office was on the 48th
floor. When I got on the elevator there were only three others
besides myself, just some business men. I had my purse on
my shoulder and my shopping bags in my right hand. I was heading
home for the day. As the elevator descended, it stopped
every few floors and more people entered.


On the thirty-fourth floor a group of people crushed in
and our elevator was completely full. I wasn't quite
squished, but the rearranging movements made me slip back
a step into the corner. I bumped into the man behind me just
briefly and pulled forward as quickly as I could. But, now
there were just inches between us. When the elevator doors
closed and it started to move I swayed backwards a little.
I felt a hand from behind me touch my right hip gently steading
me. I didn't move away, and he didn't pull his hand
back.


We stopped again two floors down and a woman got on. Everyone
in front of me moved just a bit, but now I was squished and
had nowhere to go. I was downright up against this man and
his hand continued to steady me. The elevator doors closed
and we continued our descent. I felt awkward and knew I was
pressed into this stranger behind me and tried my best to
just pull any part of me forward.


Seconds passed and I felt him begin to get hard against my
lower back. Caught off guard, I didn't move. I just
pretended not to notice. Then he actually pressed into
me just a tad. I was shocked. I still pretended not to notice.
But, now was beginning to get turned on by his arousal. I
smiled to myself and I just leaned back the slightest bit
pressing my bottom into him. No one would know it had been
deliberate, not even the stranger behind me. We were crushed
in an elevator like sardines in a can. Then there was deliberate
touching.


I was wearing a knee length skirt that was lightweight crinkled
cotton and it flared out loosely. I felt this stranger's
left hand slid up the back of my left leg ever so lightly moving
my skirt up too. I froze. It was so subtle. Of course I couldn't
pretend I didn't notice this. Still I just stood there.
I felt his finger begin to walk the fabric up inch by inch
until his hand was touching my bare thigh. I nervously looked
to the right, but no one noticed anything. We were insulated
in the corner. My shopping bags and purse were pushed up
against us on the right and the corner walls blocked his
hands from the side and back. I was totally aroused at the
idea of something so secretive happening in such a crowd
of people.


I felt his hand slid up and across my thigh until it came to
rest across the middle of my bottom. I was wearing a thong
so his hand was practically flat on my bare skin. We were
nearing the lobby and I felt him tug sharply up on the back
of my panties. I gasped in surprise and his right hand pressed
firmly into my hip to hold me in place. No one was looking
at me. He pulled harder on the back of my thong and I could
feel it pull deeply into my nether lips. I was completely
enthralled and my left hand reached back and pressed against
the side of his thigh. This complete stranger whose face
I couldn't even picture was fondling my ass and making
me wet. I didn't know what I would do when the door opened.
I could feel his erection prominently pressed against
me, my skirt was exposing most of my bottom and he had his
hand hooked in my panties.


The elevator came to a halt, the doors open and people began
to file out as a crowd waited to enter. I was panicking. He
firmly slid his right arm up from my hip and around the side
of my waist, let go of my panties, and let my skirt fall in
one quick motion. I was so relieved. However, as I stepped
forward he stepped right behind me as though we were a couple
exiting together. I still hadn't even seen his face
and yet I allowed him to walk me out the doors and to the left.
He casually directed us across the lobby and I could see
we were nearing the restrooms. There was the men's
room to the left and the ladies room to the right and in between
was the family restroom. With no pause, he steered me straight
to the middle door. I reached for the handle and it was unlocked.
Thank God, I thought as I turned the handle and I opened the
door.


It was a large private restroom with no stalls, just a toilet
and large counter with a sink. He closed the door behind
us and I heard the lock turn. I still hadn't turned around
but could just glimpse our profile in the mirror. He quickly
turned me to face him and pulled my bags out of my hand letting
them drop to the floor. I finally looked up at this stranger's
face and was pleased to find he was attractive man and in
his late twenties. Brown hair and cool blue eyes stared
back at me. As I looked him up and down I noticed he was wearing
a well cut dark grey suit. He unbuttoned his jacket, slid
out of it and neatly laid it on the counter.


His hands were at my waist. He pulled the bottom of my shirt
and deftly lifted it up and off. He tossed it on top of his
jacket. My bra was just light pink lace and my nipples were
thrusting out. He reached his arms around me and unhooked
it. As it fell down my arms, he pulled it off and tossed it
onto the pile. His eyes focused on my breasts and my nipples
puckered at full attention. He pushed me back a few steps
until I was against the wall. My face was frozen in disbelief
that I hadn't stopped any of this and was going to let
him do as he wished. I could see his erection push against
his trousers and knew I was going to have sex with this erotic
stranger. He slowly leaned into to me and skimmed his hands
up the front of my body and cupped my breasts. His mouth covered
one nipple as his hand rubbed and pinched the other between
two fingers. My head fell back in pure pleasure. He had hit
my favorite button, my nipples. As he sucked, his tongue
circled the tip and his teeth bit down tugging back. It was
warm and cool at the same time. I writhed in delight. God
he knew what he was doing. He worked my nipples till they
were so hard it ached. My eyes were closed and I was biting
my lower lip while I gasped trying not to cry out too loud.
Next his hands pressed my shoulders flat up to the wall.
His face was just inches away and I could feel his breath
on me. I looked right into his eyes and was expecting him
to kiss me.


He swiftly dropped to his knees in front of me. Then lifted
my right knee up and pushed my bent leg just over the counter
so I could lean onto it and balance on my left leg. My skirt
was flaring open and he gathered it up as he lifted it and
then tucked it securely into my waistband. His face was
directly in front of my spread legs with nothing but my tight
thong between us. He looked straight up at me and smiled,
opened his mouth and slid his tongue out just a bit. I could
see silver ball piercing through the top and my body shuttered
with the anticipation of what was to come. He pulled my thong
loose and to the side with one hand and I felt his warm mouth
press against me. His other hand slid between my legs and
stroked my opening.


I was primed and there was no denying it. "Perfect",
he said. It was the only words spoken between us thus far.
I flushed all over. He pushed a finger deep inside me and
at the same time his tongue slid between my lips. My legs
went weak. Thank God my hand was supporting me on the counter
and his other hand was pressed against my stomach holding
me to the wall. I reached into his hair with my free hand and
moaned aloud in delight. His finger caressed inside me
moving in deep and then almost out while his tongue worked
my clit. I was panting heavily and practically dripping
down below. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm. It
was building quickly. Heat was searing towards my slit.
Right then he tugged gently on my little bundle of nerves
and I quivered and as wave of spasms tightened around his
finger. I came with the hardest orgasm I have ever had. It
just kept flowing for what seemed like minutes. He kept
his finger inside me until I stopped shaking.


I slowly started to return to my senses and could stand on
my own. My fingers still gripped his hair tightly and I released
my grasp. My breathing was gradually returning to normal.
He pulled his finger out of me smoothly and put it in his mouth.
I looked down at him and he stared into my eyes as he sucked
my cum off and pulled his finger out of his mouth with a grin.
I could feel the air on the fluid between my legs and knew
I was still quite wet. He leaned in another time and licked
across my lips leisurely swallowing all that was there.
Then he stood up leaned in and slanted his mouth across mine
and kissed me. I parted my lips and could taste myself on
his tongue as he pressed in firmly. He pulled back and smiled
again. "Perfect", he repeated. His body was
still pushed into me and I could feel how hard he was. I reached
for his belt buckle and he stayed my hands. He pulled my leg
off the counter so I was standing on my own. He untucked my
skirt from my waist and let it fall. I started to speak, but
his finger came up and touched my lips to silence me. He reached
inside his jacket and pulled out a business card and simply
laid it on the counter. He buttoned his jacket and smoothed
it out. He took my hand in his and lifted it to his lips and
gently kissed the top. He spoke one last time and simply
said, "Have a great afternoon". With that he
turned, stepped across to the door and left.


I followed behind him to lock the door and just collapsed
there for a minute. My mind was racing with what had just
happened. I went back to the sink and looked in the mirror,
besides the flush of pink in my cheeks, I looked utterly
normal. I bent down and splashed my face with cool water
and reached for some towels. I patted my face dry and then
dampened a few more and wiped myself clean and readjusted
my panties. My purse and bag were on the floor and as I turned
to pick them up I saw the business card on the edge of the counter.
I picked it up and looked it over. He was an architect that
worked on the 49th floor. Just above my dad's floor.
Then it hit me all over. I just let a complete stranger go
down on me in my dad's building. I looked at my watch.
Only thirty minutes had passed since I sat with my father
eating lunch. What the hell did I just do? I don't get
fondled in elevators. I don't have sex with strangers.
And never would I have sex in a public restroom. God, I never
even said a word the entire time.


My mind was mortified at my behavior, yet my body still felt
so good. And what do I do with this card? Why did he leave me
his card? I was going to throw in in the trash. There was no
way I would ever use it. I held it for another moment and threw
it in my purse. I checked the mirror one last time.


Carefully I opened the door to leave praying that I wouldn't
see him. I had no idea what to say or do if I did. I glanced around
as people just walked by going about their business. No
one even looked my way as I walked out and headed straight
for the lobby doors and out on the sidewalk. The fresh air
hit me and I took a deep breath.


I walked down the block a bit and sat down on a bench. My car
was in the parking garage but I wasn't ready to drive
yet. My mind was still reeling. I glanced at my purse and
quickly turned away. Then I turned back and reached inside
to pull out his card. I just stared at it again. Suddenly
I grabbed my cell, put in his number and sent a text. "Thank
you for your lovely service. I definitely had a Great Afternoon."
I put my phone and the card back in my purse and walked to my
car.


As I drove home I heard the beep of my phone that I had just
received a text. My whole body shuddered in delight.