Love S An Elevator

"I can't... I can't... I can't... I can't..."

Jason glanced up from his phone and the Kindle book he had been reading in alarm, the woman's face on the elevator with him flushed and red while she sifted from foot to foot.

"Are you ok?" Jason asked.

"I can't... I can't... I can't..." the woman continued to chant, her eyes welling up with tears while she stared around in panic.

"Hey!" Jason called out and stepped over to the woman to take her sweaty, clammy hands in his, "Hey... look at me."

The woman's eyes continued to dart around in panic.

"Look at me," Jason said calmly, the woman finally hesitating and looking into his eyes.

Jason had seen the woman around the office before, an older woman probably twice his age in her late 40's or early 50's but still physically fit and attractive. He had always found her a little amusing with platinum blond dyed hair, a deep tan straight from way too much time in a tanning bed that would give a shall remain unnamed President a run for his money, always wearing a different pair of open toed high heels, either a midi skirt or yoga pants molded to her curves and a blouse that invariably exposed her very well endowed bosom and cleavage.

Not that he'd noticed or taken the least bit of interest in as she had passed by occasionally. Not so much as a glance.

Really. Because... like... HR.

"Take a deep breath" Jason said and began to breath in only to stop and try again when the woman glanced away.

"Look at me," Jason repeated slowly and calmly, "Take a deep breath with me!"

Jason inhaled slowly over a span of ten seconds, the woman after a moment following his lead.

"Hold it," Jason whispered and began a slow count out loud from one to ten.

"Exhale, nice and slow," Jason continued and exhaled over a count of ten.

"Again, just follow me, Ok," Jason said as soon as they were done and began to slowly inhale again.

The woman began to calm as they tool slow breaths in and out together until after the fifth or sixth repetition she finally gave a small nod.

"Thank you," she said, "I'm... claustrophobic and this... I... I..."

"It's fine," Jason said calmly while staring into her eyes.

From so close he could see a hazel halo around her iris with an occasional golden spoke radiating outward. He smiled and then took a quick glance down at her high heels that today were light brown leather peep toe ankle boots, her toes with each nail edged in a brilliant white and the front of her foot left bare except for the leather laces.

"How many pair of high heels do you have?" Jason asked.

"What?" the woman asked in confusion at the non sequitur.

"I always see you wearing high heels, but I've never seen you wear the same pair twice" Jason pressed, "How many pairs do you have?"

He said it calmly while still smiling at the woman and looking into her eyes before she finally glanced down at her feet and then back up to meet his gaze.

"I... more than I should," she said with a small laugh, "I'm not as bad as that lady from the Philippines was back in the day... but I'm probably close.

"Why, do you like them?" the woman continued with a mischievous smile of her own.

"Ahhh," Jason stammered as he suddenly realized that he was still holding both of her hands in his and that he had grabbed them without even asking her, both things that he guessed were probably frowned upon by HR.

"It's fine if you do," the woman reassured him softly, her eyes never leaving his, "I think I have cute feet and love how men think they're being all sneaky and sly when they gl..."

A distant bang caused both of them to jump, the bang followed by a series of ever louder metallic pings and clangs until they both jumped again as something fell onto the top of the elevator.

"Oh!" the woman exclaimed and nearly fell, Jason pulling her closer so that he could reach an arm around her waist to support her.

"It's fine..." Jason said more than a bit breathless himself, "I'm sure... it was just a dropped screwdriver or wrench!"

The woman pressed her trembling body into Jason's embrace, the closeness letting him smell her musky perfume, nothing flowery or sweet, but more warm and earthy.

"I can't say that I expected to spend my afternoon getting a hug while stuck on an elevator," the woman said softly after a minute.

"Sorry," Jason apologized and began to untangle himself from the woman's grasp.

"No..." the woman protested while holding a little tighter to Jason, "If I'm going to be stuck on this damn elevator with crap dropping on my head... I'd like a hug..."

Jason relaxed and let his arms wrap around the woman's torso more naturally, the woman nestling her head against his shoulder while they stood pressed together.

"I'm Tricia by the way," the woman said after several minutes.

"Hi Tricia," Jason replied and then surprised himself by stroking his fingers through the back of her hair, "I'm Jason.

"It's nice to meet you 'officially' after all the times I've seen you around the office."

"You never answered," Tricia said after another minute or two.

"What's that?" Jason asked in confusion.

"Did you like seeing me wear all my different high heels?" Tricia added.

"Maybe," Jason replied, "I do like how you have your nails done today though."

"My French pedi?" Tricia asked and stuck out a foot tilted a bit to the side, Jason's eyes drawn down.

"I do to," Tricia admitted, "I think it makes my toes really pop."

She said the last word so that she made a popping sound with her lips as she finished and then snuggled into Jason's embrace again.

"If I weren't enjoying my hug so much I'd tell you to give me a foot massage," Tricia said.

"What?" Jason asked.

"You have a foot fetish, don't you?" Tricia asked back.

"Ahhh," Jason stammered.

"Um hmm," Tricia purred against his chest, "I thought so and it's perfectly fine too, I love foot rubs.

"But... this elevator... this... just a hug?"

Tricia's voice began to break on the last word, Jason pulling her closer and holding her tight. There was another bang in the distance, Jason's eyes glancing at the bank of buttons to select your floor, the floor indicator blank. Jason began to be more and more aware of the feel of Tricia's ample breasts pressed against his chest, their soft, firm pressure squeezed between Tricia and his embrace.

"Thank you," Tricia whispered when a few minutes later yet another dull thud sounded from above them.

"For what?" Jason asked just as softly.

"For holding me," Tricia replied, "For helping when I panicked."

"You don't have to thank me for that," Jason replied sincerely and again took the liberty of stroking his fingers through Tricia's platinum blond hair.

"I do though," Tricia whispered, "I want to..."

Tricia moved her head from where she had been resting it on Jason's shoulder to look up at him, Jason's heart racing with suddenly finding her face... her lips only inches from his.

"Every man in this building glances at my tits, or my feet," Tricia whispered while staring up at Jason and into his eyes, "And... I don't mind! My ex husband paid good money for my tits and I spend to much money on pedi's... look... please! I love men looking at me!"

Tricia squeezed her arms together, her breasts pillowing out from her chest and her cleavage even more accentuated as Jason glanced down between her tanned globes.

"But almost no one ever looks at my eyes," Tricia whispered, Jason's gaze jerking back up to meet hers, "But you did."

Tricia leaned forward, Jason holding perfectly still until he felt the soft brush of her lips against his. He could feel the caress of her breath over his lips, could feel the play of her tongue flickering over his. He wrapped his arms around Tricia and pulled her up and towards him in an even tighter embrace, his head leaning into her kiss, their lips pressed tightly together until Tricia opened her mouth to let his tongue slip in.

Jason closed his eyes and enjoyed Tricia's slow and deliberate attention, their kiss segueing from a hard, demanding passion to a soft and sensual exploration before returning to something just as harsh and demanding as when they had begun.

Jason's hands slipped lower until his fingers reached the hem of her black leather midi, Tricia doing nothing to discourage him as he lifted her skirt higher and higher while their tongues jousted. When Jason's hands finally cupped Tricia's ass he was at first convinced that she had forgone the trouble of underwear that day until further exploration revealed a narrow strip of satiny cloth wedged tightly between her cheeks from a thong.

Their kiss continued unabated, Jason's hands caressing the soft skin of Tricia's ass while her own slipped beneath his shirt to massage his stomach and pecs. When Jason's fingertip slipped beneath the narrow stirp of cloth at the back of Tricia's thong and began to travel downward her only response was to take his tongue in her mouth and suckle him.

"Mmmmm," Jason moaned, his tongue captured by Tricia's mouth while he let his finger explore ever lower.

When the tip of his index finger found Tricia's puckered asshole she only rose up on her tiptoes with a moan of desire, her mouth finally opening to release his tongue so that she could slip her own tongue inside of his mouth.

Jason allowed several moments to caress and probe Tricia's asshole and then smoothly pressed inward, tip of his index finger gliding slowly inside of her up to the first knuckle.

"Ohhhhhhh," Tricia moaned into his mouth, still on tiptoe in her high heeled ankle boots with her body pressed into Jason's.

Jason moved his hand a little more until he could feel the smooth, lubricated skin of Tricia's perineum with his middle finger and then stretched his hand until he managed to slip his middle and ring finger inside of her while still having a fingertip in her ass.

Jason began to slowly lift up and relax, lift up and relax, his fingers enveloped in her wet heat, his hand squeezing with every cycle. Tricia only moaned and toke the back of his head in her hand to pull him down with their lips pressed hard between them while they kissed.

The elevator gave a sudden lurch, Tricia and Jason stumbling against each other as it suddenly began to rise smoothly upward.

"Wha..." Tricia gasped and stumbled away from Jason, her hands quickly reaching down to pull her midi skirt down and back into place.

Jason glanced dumbly at the floor indicator as it changed from 8th to 9th and tried to get his rapid, panting breathing under control.

"Jason..." Tricia said, her eyes staring at him as she used her hands to smooth her blouse.

Jason had barely a chance to glance at her until the elevator slid to a stop and the doors opened to reveal a crowd of people including Jason's manager and even several firefighters.

Jason gave Tricia a quick smile before they were both bustled away in completely different directions, Jason surreptitiously bringing his three fingers up to his nose to breath in Tricia's aroma.