It's been a while since I posted. Just for my readers, here's an elevator fantasy you can get wet ( or hard) too.
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The long workday was finally taking its toll on him. He is leaning up against one of the steel walls of the elevator, trying to relax his stiff muscles. His eyes - dark, midnight pools with their own glimmering moons in the centers - lock on the iPhone resting in the palm of his right hand. Indulging in a private peepshow will absolutely relax him quicker.
He glances up at the steel doors that are still open. The thrill of being caught by a noisy passenger amplifies his heart rate. His left hand disappears deep in the pocket of his black slacks as he admires the pictures saved to his photo gallery. Expanding one of the images with his thumb and forefinger, his dark eyes trace over the perfect silhouette before him. All three hundred half-naked, selfies are of the same dark, red hair, caramel skin, and hazel eyed beauty.
Colorfully clad in a variety of teasing lingerie, there were no two images of her in the same outfit. Physically captured by each seductive portrait, his eyes linger to the curvy areas of the woman's body.
Each depiction playfully hints at the skin hidden as one hand holds up the camera and the other pulls at the clothing. Numerous images show the woman on her stomach with the camera angled out in front by her extended arm. Her back arched inward, causing her plump butt to peek over her shoulder. Her bottom lip is tightly tucked away between her teeth as her innocent eyes pierced through the photos and straight to his. The visual of this beautiful woman bending over for him and kissing the camera sends chills up his spine.
The elevator doors steadily begin to close as his body responds to the sultry self-portraits. His hand travels down deeper in his pocket, letting his fingertips brush up against his hardening length. He craves the feel her soft skin against his, her sweet mouth capturing his own, and the scent of her red hair invading his nostrils. Daring to tear a hole in the cotton prison around his hand, he presses harder to reach his naked flesh. He lets his fingers glide up the growing erection in his pants. The elevator doors suddenly pause when the wheels of a suitcase cross their path.
His head is still down, but I can feel his eyes watching my perfectly sculpted legs entering the elevator. The cutout leather pumps on my feet, announcing my presence in the space. My own cellular device is cradled between my left shoulder and ear.
Standing the suitcase in front of me, I stand on the opposite side of the elevator. My manicured fingers do not even reach out to touch the elevator buttons. My room floor has already been selected; so I am free to stand back and enjoy the soothing - maybe even rough - ride upward.
I sense his eyes hovering over my shape, but I pretend not to notice. My business call is much more important - at the moment. His dark gaze starts along the short hem of my skirt before traveling down my bare, caramel legs. His pushes his body off the elevator wall, and I can see him moving closer to the elevator buttons in front of me.
Continuing to ignore him, I move my free hand to undo the three buttons of my grey blazer. My right hand rests on the back of my hip, causally opening the blazer more. The lace of my white blouse teasingly shows off my cleavage. He pushes his left hand deeper in his pocket when I let my dark, red curls fall from my bun. The object of his attraction is now physically in front of him.
Removing the phone from my ear, I lean back against the wall after finally ending my conversation. I shut my eyes for a brief second, and I can feel his intensive gaze piercing through my eyelids. The steady rising of the elevator eases the stress weighing down on my skull. Unlike him, I have no sexual depictions of him saved to my cellular device - or in general - to calm my anxiety. There are only the mental memories I hold on to from each one of our heated encounters. His domineering lust and sexual appetite are the only reason he possesses such naughty photos of me.
I peek up to see the man standing in front of me. It is surprisingly easy for me to relay no emotion even as he cocks his head and grins at me. His existence affects me internally as the pressures of work and corporate negations reflect on my exterior. Within second, however, my surface appearance begins to relax. I fall victim to his sinister and vigorous - yet sexual and captivating - eyes. Meeting his mysterious gaze with my own dim glare, I trap my lower lip between my teeth in painful cage of pleasure.
He grins while leaning back against the wall of buttons. "Rough day?"
"You have no idea." Unable to fix my tongue to complete a full sentence, I leave him with a simple answer I know he will punish me for saying.
"Really?" His elbow hits the emergency stop button before he stepped closer to me. Neither of us flinches when the elevator suddenly pauses. He - being use to spontaneous actions - barely moves as the elevator drops an inch. I am simply frozen in place looking directly into his chilling eyes.
"Enlighten me." He pulls my semi-rimless glasses from my face, partially blinding me from the event at hand.
There was no time for me to verbally respond to his inquiry of my heavy workday. His body hovers over me just before his lips meet mine. I know he can hear my heart pounding through my chest. It is desperately fighting to break free of my rib cage and land on the elevator floor. He steps closer; now I am trapped between his solid build and the stiff wall. The heat coming off of me made the air in the elevator thin.
Our teeth clash as our tongues twirl together in a lustful tug-a-war for control. Our tongues savor the flavor of the other. He enjoys the sweet champagne still lingering on my tongue; I devour the alluring traces of gin on his.
My hands reach up to touch his face, but he claims both of my wrists in a constrictor's grip. I feel I am gaining the upper hand on our intense lip lock; the upper hand only he is allowed to possess. His hands squeeze my wrists tighter, but there is no pain to be felt.
All my senses have rushed to my tongue and lips to keep me fully active in the kiss. He hates the lack of control and clinches my wrists tighter to show me who is the boss. The constriction goes ignored, and I take full enjoyment in what I am doing to him. Our lustful dance is suddenly ended when his teeth sink into my bottom lip. The touch is light at first, but soon he applies more pressure. My lip is a prisoner to the pleasure and pain cage again. He holds my lip between his teeth for what feels like hours. In truth, he frees me after a minute.
"Speak." He turns her body around to face the steel wall.
"First," I fight to reclaim control of my breathing, "my meeting was delayed for about two hours."
His hands pull my hands behind by back. He brings both of my hands together in his right one. My hands are pressed into my lower back unable to move. His lips touch the back of my neck, and I cannot help but to shiver at the sensual touch. I can feel his lower half grinding against her backside as he keeps my body stationary.
"Go on." He whispers.
"When we were finally in the process of negotiating..." My sudden inhale becomes trapped in my throat as his left hand roams underneath my skirt.
"Keep going."
"The meeting didn't go as planned; we had to reschedule everything."
Pressing his nose into my dark hair, he deeply inhales the jasmine scent of my shampoo. "What else happened?"
I part my lips to speak, but only a faint moan escapes from my throat. I gasp when his wandering fingertips brush the front of my lacy panties. He whispers in my ear for me to continue my story, but I soon surrender to his teasing touch. His probing fingers massage the sweet spot covered by white lace. My body shudders at his touch. My hips rock against his hand. His middle finger strokes up and down over the garment until my lower lips open for him. I am completely speechless and my desire begins to heavily flow between my legs. I toss my hair back and forth, as my body begs for deeper contact.
His thick fingers tighten around my overlapping wrists. "I can't hear you."
"The jet's engine failed right before takeoff, and then I was forced to board a crowded commercial flight."
