Riding In Elevators With Girls

The everyday rat race that was life was beginning to wear thin. I was beginning to feel like a rodent in a maze. The one moment I enjoyed in my working life was the elevator ride up to the fifteenth floor. The thing that made it tolerable was this leggy and curvy redhead who always wore short skirts and tops that molded to a very nice pair of tits. Not the over-blown silicone tits, but the kinds that were just a little more than a handful, firm, and like ripe fruits you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on. She was the reason why I kept my crappy job.

Like every other day I stood behind her for the ride up. My eyes would dip to her round ass, and my fingers would clench and unclench, itching to just grab one cheek and then slip between her legs and play with her pussy until it was so wet rivulets trailed down her legs and pooled on the elevator floor. Just thinking about it got me excited, and made my heart pound. I got that empty feeling in my belly, that hunger that was almost painful in its arousal. For the past six months she’d been the starring role in all my raunchiest fantasies. I would play with myself as I imagined running my tongue over her swollen pussy lips, and I’d cum as in my fantasy she bucked over my face in her throes of orgasm, smearing her juices all over me.

Today she was right in front of me, wearing a flounce-y little flowery skirt, and a dark tee that again molded to those delicious looking tits. The elevator was rather packed that day, filled to capacity and her heat enticed me. Just once I would love to fuck her. See those long and shapely legs spread wide for me, her juices leaking onto the sheet, and her clit swollen and hard.

I was so engrossed in the fantasy, my mouth watering at the vision of finger fucking her, and watching her cum pool in my palm so I could lap it all up afterwards that when the elevator jerked to a halt and the lights went out I blinked in confusion. Around me came the sudden eruption of voices and the unmistakable sounds of someone banging on the panel to see if hitting the buttons hard would get the elevator going again. There was some jostling, and the appetising redhead was pushed back into me. It was automatic for my hands to go to her hips and steady her. Her ass was pressed into my crotch, and my fingers flexed on her, holding her to me.

She didn’t move away, and that encouraged me. My heart raced when I realised I was going to make some of my fantasies a reality. I let one hand slip to the hem of her skirt, at the front of her leg. One fingertip traced the crease created by her legs being so close together, and she trembled against me. That one fingertip moved higher up and under the skirt, finally touching silky lace. I heard her breathing increase, and her legs parted a little. Wetting my lips I pushed that fingertip deeper between her legs, following the crotch of her panties, barely touching her. It drove me as crazy as it did her. I wanted to lift that skirt, pull down those panties, and bury my face in her steaming pussy.

One of her hands caught the one I had between her legs, and pressed it to her cunt, her ass grinding into me. I’d had dreams that she’d be a hot piece, and she wasn’t disappointing me. My other hand climbed up to her tits, sliding inside the bodice and pulling one firm mound out of the half-cup bra she had on. She had big nipples, and the one I pinched was hard and swollen. Her legs parted wide enough that I could comfortably flatten my hand between them and rub my palm hard over her. Her juices soaked her panties, and the dampness made me hungry for her.

She pushed her panties down some, and I wondered if everyone around us could smell that musk-y scent of wet pussy? Her hwerewere jutted out eagerly so I stroked her slowly, feeling her slick juices pool in my hand as I pinched her clit and pumped first one finger, two, and then three of them inside her. Small sounds escaped her lips, and I put a hand over her mouth to muffle them as I played with her. Her hips bucked against my hand and her pussy walls slowly tightened until they spasmed, and her cum leaked out all over my hand. I still pumped her, prolonging her orgasm, and finally she pulled my hand away.

As she fixed her clothes I brought my damp hand to my lips, sucked each finger, and licked every drop of her cum off. Tart-sweet, warm, and like manna from heaven. Clean, though her scent still lingered on my hand, I fumbled in a jacket pocket and found one of my business cards. Reaching around her I slipped it in her bra, between those wonderful tits. “Call me,” I breathed at her ear. Her reply was to press that round ass against me again, and purr.

The light flicked on, thevatovator jerked to a start, and everyone was jostled. She always got off two floors before me. As I got off on mine I glanced down, and saw that there were wet droplets of a creamy colour on my dark shoes. A smile lit on my face, and I lifted my hand to sniff her scent off it. She’d cum, and some of it had dripped onto my shoes. A souvenir though I hoped to visit again real soon. Smoothing my skirt down I headed into my office.