Writer's note - this is the third in what is intended to be a series of short stories about April - a petite, attractive, mature, married, redhead. Each story will stand in isolation though the length and depth is likely to develop with each new story so it might be best to start at the first story and work your way though.
Today April has a brief encounter with a lift maintenance engineer at work.
All situations are imagined and any resemblance to real paces or people is purely coincidental.
Finally, these stories are for publication on the Literotica Site only and just because I have shared them on Literotica does not mean I have given permission for them to be reproduced anywhere else.
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Going Down
April hadn't been in her new job for long, an office job she had managed to secure after many years on the factory floor. She liked it, liked the office hours, liked the work, liked the new colleagues she now worked with, but above all she liked the fact that after many years of wearing the hats and coats required in a food factory she was now able to wear proper clothes, nice clothes, able to take pleasure on a daily basis from the way she looked.
Today she was predominantly in black; black hold up stockings, black pencil skirt, black pointed shoes, three inch heel, baggy blouse, white with black pin stripes, tucked in her skirt, underneath a black lace bra and matching knickers.
Around mid morning April was sent on an errand into the factory. It was the first time she had been back there since starting her new job and she was a little apprehensive.
The buildings were on a sloping site and after she had crossed the car park from the office suite she had to enter the factory building on at the ground floor, going up to the third floor where she needed to collect some time sheets from a charge hand for input into the payroll system that day. The time sheets should have been submitted days ago and it was typical of the charge hand that they were late.
April was a little angry as because they were late she had to go into the factory to collect them, something she didn't really want to do, she wanted to avoid the ladies she used to work with as they resented the fact that she got this job, they themselves had wanted it.
April had intended to take the stairs, she hated the lifts, they weren't passenger lifts but were goods lifts, old, rickety metal cage things, always breaking down but when she got to the foot of the stairs there was safety tape all across them, a sign warning that workmen were operating, telling people not to use them.
April stood there for a moment, thinking what to do. There were other stairs but they were right across the other side of the building and you had to cross the factory floor to get there. She didn't want to do that.
Reluctantly April decided to use the lift and walked down the corridor towards it. When she got there she was a little surprised to see a new lift door next to the old cage of the goods lift and as she stood there, looking at it, the lift doors opened and stood straight in front of her was Damien.
April was a little taken aback as she saw who was behind the lift doors - Damien.
Damien worked for a lift company and she had seen him when he visited the factory on many occasions when he was called to work on the old lifts. He was in his mid thirties and absolutely gorgeous, a real mix of everything that she liked in a man; good looking face, even described as film star/model good looks. Under his clothes you could tell he clearly possessed a good body. It was the highlight of the day for the ladies in the factory when he came to service the lift, every one of them ogled after him. They had nicknamed him "going down Damien."
Damien was also a friend of Lucy, April's daughter. Lucy was friends with Damien as they were the same age and that's how April knew quite a bit about him. Lucy was also a stunner, long dark hair, dark brown eyes, the dream of every hot blooded young male in the town. Damien, however had often talked to Lucy about her mum, how good looking he thought her mum was, how Lucy had obviously got her looks from her, but that he thought her mum was so much better. April knew Damien had said this because Lucy had told her, not jealous of it at all, but taking pleasure from the confidence it gave to April, confidence being something Lucy wished her mum had more of.
Damien spoke first,
"Wow April, look at you. What you doing dressed like that? You look stunning."
April found it hard to speak, her face clearly turning crimson as he looked at her, eventually snapping herself to and replying.
"Thank you. I've taken a job in the office, been there a few months now, finally getting away from that factory floor."
"And don't you look better for it?" Damien replied,
"I always knew you were hiding something under those overalls but never thought it was something so sophisticated. Anyway what you doing stood there?"
April explained that she needed to go to the third floor, that the stairs were closed for maintenance work and so she had to take the lift. She also explained how she hated the lifts, always breaking down.
Damien explained that this was a new lift, the company had been required to install it under disability discrimination rules, however it wasn't yet full commissioned, that was what he was doing today.
Perhaps seeing the disappointment that she would have to still have to take the goods lift Damien spoke again,
"hey, I know it's not fully operational but you can use it if you like, it's just I will have to be in there with you."
April looked at him, looked at the lift, grateful for the offer and stepping inside replied.
"Thank you, third floor please."
Damien pressed the button and the lift sprung into action.
