THE EROTIC STORIES OF ANGEL LORIE: BOOK 1

(TWO) SCENES FROM AN ELEVATOR

I woke Monday morning at 5:45am, fifteen minutes before my alarm. I stretched and let out a well-rested sigh, and at the thought of my previous exploits with “Captain Big”, I squeezed my thighs together, and relished in the sensation. Spying the clock on the nightstand, I decided that I had time to get myself off at least once. Smiling to myself, I ran one hand down my body, slowly reaching the apex of my thighs. The other I’d used to tweak my nipples, and rolled them and lengthen them to peaks; the feeling spiked hot and hard between my legs.

Closing my eyes and sighing heavily, I insert the middle finger of my left hand inside my wetness. My thumb stroked the hardening, lengthening clit, causing my hips to rise from up from the bed. I meet my hand thrust for thrust and within minutes I cum loudly, shuddering and shaking with my release.

My alarm sounded just as I placed my soaking finger in my mouth. I smiled contentedly and headed off to the shower.

I dressed in a fitted, light gray pencil skirt with a matching blazer, black blouse that enhanced my hourglass frame, and black stiletto heels that strapped around my ankles. I combed my long red hair back into a ponytail, glossed my lips red, and was out of my duplex by 7:00am.

I arrived at the Midtown office of Lorie, Pike, & Houseman Commercial Real Estate at 9:00; traffic was a killer and I just make it on time.

Parking my sleek black Benz in the lot, I hurry to the elevator, quickly greeting the front desk receptionist. I don’t do late in any capacity. I catch the elevator and head up to my office located on the 40^th floor.

In the elevator, I ran into Dean, the man of my fantasies with his mail cart. I could feel myself throb and pulsate at the mere sight of him. All rational thought vanishes and I start to dampen.

“Anything for me?” I asked flirtatiously.

“I think so Ms. Lorie.” Dean’s eyes were glued to my black blouse where I’d left several buttons loose.

“Like what you see Mr. Vinelli?”

“Definitely. I mean, uh…I…uh…” he trailed off when I bought my hands up to deftly undo another button, and exposing my double D’s. I stopped the elevator.

Dean’s mouth dropped open in shock and his eyes widened. He swallowed audibly, and is literally frozen where he stood. I move closer to him, pressing my breasts against his muscular chest. I stare up at him, silently imploring him to touch me. I ran my hands up his chest, listening to his breathing as it accelerates.

I lean in and whisper, “Come on Dean. Touch me.” I lick his earlobe and pull it slowly into my mouth where I bite down softly. When he gasped I pulled back, finding that his eyes darkened, suddenly filled with desire.

Without any more preambles, Dean’s strong hands travel up from my sides to my exposed breasts. Taking them in his hands he stares at them, licking his lips and rolling his thumbs over my nipples with ease. Our breathing matched hard and loud as Dean dropped his lips to my breasts.

God, I needed that attention. It had been awhile since the “twins” got any love. With each flick of his pierced tongue my body responded more and more, my arousal dripping down my thighs. I moaned hard, panting and dying to have him inside me. Anywhere.

I pinned Dean against the elevator wall and dropped to my knees. Impatiently, I unbuttoned his black slacks. He inhaled sharply as I freed his delicious length. Taking him in my hand I hungrily licked my lips and met his heated gaze, running my tongue from the base of him to the very tip. Moaning, Dean’s head rolls back.

I take him in my mouth completely, feeling him full and velvet-hard on my tongue. I moan at the taste of him, so good and the scent of him, incredible. Periodically, I stroke him with my fingers and toy and lick his perineum.

As his breathing increased, I felt Dean’s hands free my hair of its tie. Taking my hair in his hands he groaned hard and loud, fucking my mouth and bringing me close to my own orgasm. My fingers moved of their own volition, and travel down to my soaking body. Frantically, my fingers stoke my clit, brining me that much closer.

“Fuck!” Dean holds my head and strokes my mouth twice more. As if on cue, I explode, shaking and moaning with Dean still in my mouth, coming hard and growling his release. I swallowed delightfully, licking him clean immediately after.

And he was still hard.

Dean roughly pulled me to my feet and kissed my lips. His pierced tongue demanded me. Slowly draining the life from me. God, he was energetic, I loved it.

Dean’s hands rubbed and massaged my rotund ass and lifted my skirt up around my waist. With no effort at all, he lifted me up against the elevator wall. He balanced my weight on his muscular thighs and rolled his condom on. My hands stroked my dripping heat.

Dean’s strong hands held me up against him. He slid inside me roughly, making me cry out. I had been waiting a whole year to feel him. Ooh, it was worth the wait. The size of him was thick and long. And his size combined with my tightness? It felt absolutely incredible.

Minutes later, I felt my orgasm start to build, the wave ready to crest at any moment. We locked eyes, and it was like he’d been reading into my soul. We’d made a sexual connection that would end in a wave of pleasure.

The final stroke sent my soaring high. So high that I felt like was suffering the effects of a drug. I was high, and I did not want to come down.

We both collapsed to the floor, gasping for air. We had to find our scattered thoughts before dealing with the office. Of course I had no trouble switching back, and once I was dressed, remnants of wild sex seemingly evaporated.

 After getting descent, and ourselves situated I restarted the elevator.  A few minutes later and I was on the 40^th floor. “Have a good day Ms. Lorie.” Said Dean grinning slyly.

“Same to you Mr. Vinelli.” I replied slipping him my business card and sashaying out of the elevator. Feeling his eyes on me. I turned around and winked.**