I woke to the sound of my alarm clock blaring, waking me from my the sleep that had finally allowed me to capture it after tossing and turning all night. Still laying facedown on my pillow I blindly reach over to stop the pulsing buzz that's imitating the throbbing of my head. I wish I could close my eyes and shut out the world once again but it's Monday so no luck. My head shoots up at the realization. It's Monday! Elevator day!
I crawl from beneath my blankets hurriedly as a low thrum of excitement runs through me. Every Monday for the last two months I've run into him in the elevator at work. The Businessman. We ride together in silence from the lobby to the fourth floor where he makes his too abrupt departure. Each time the ride up consists of a quick nod of his head in my direction to acknowledge me and a loaded silence that forces its way into every inch of the Elevator car. I still haven't mustered the courage to ask him for his name so he remains nothing more than the man with a moniker who's filled one too many late night fantasies. The Businessman.
I've chosen a black pencil skirt, a gray camisole and cardigan, and black pumps. It's an outfit functional enough to endure my work day but figure-hugging enough to make those four floors that start my day that much more interesting. I may have never talked to the man but I'd be naive to notice his sneaking glances during our weekly rendezvous. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to strike up a conversation, say something witty and flirtatious. I'd toy with my hair, brushing it over my shoulder as I follow up my clever statement with a coy smile. It would be a scene reminiscent of one out of the romance novels that have taken permanent residence on my bedside table. I've been single too long and a woman's gotta get creative every now and then on those lonely nights when imagination just isn't cutting it.
I glance down at my thin leather watch, t-minus 10 minutes. I park my car in the garage close enough so that tonight my tired feet won't have to make a long trek back in my heels. With each click of my footsteps the butterflies in my stomach start to multiply and flutter around frantically. I remind myself to take a couple deep breaths before making my way into the lobby of my office building.
It's a sunny day in the city, the early morning rays already streaming through the glass-lined walls of the room. Ester sits with a friendly smile behind her large desk readily waiting to assist whomever walks through the double doors today. Throughout the time I've been here she's always been genuinely sweet and I greet her with a warm smile. She's been hoping to land one of the upcoming internships here and I can't help but hope that she receives it. With her natural people skills she'd be a great addition to the team.
I make my way past her desk, down a long corridor, until the metal door of the elevator comes into view. The hallway is cast in the yellow glow from the florescent lights that sit in rows overhead. Paintings of various landscapes decorate the walls. I imagine it must look just like every other corporate office however the one difference that sets it apart is the man who'll be stepping into the elevator with me in less then three minutes.
The tiny ding signals the opening of the door as I make my way inside to stand at the back. I turn to press against the wall and as I do the star of my fantasies is making his way towards me. I admire his perfectly pressed suit and the cut of his hair. He firmly holds a briefcase in his hand, his long fingers wrapped around the handle and I eye the way the skin of his hand stretches over his knuckles. What I would give to be that briefcase. I can't help but to wonder how his hands would feel running over my body, if he would use the pressure of his lithe fingers to grip my neck.
I realize I'm ogling him and glance back up to his face praying silently that he hadn't noticed. He steps into the elevator and makes eye contact with me. His eyes are deep and hold a mystery to them. I don't even know his name and that alone should quell my overarching attraction to him but instead it only raises more questions about him. His eyes crinkle slightly as one corner of his mouth lifts in a half smile revealing perfect white teeth. Their starkness draws my attention to his mouth. His bottom lip is pink and plump and it ignites a longing to catch it with my own teeth. I want to run my tongue over it and taste the mint that his toothpaste has left behind.
He nods his head toward me in a smooth dip and I return his wordless hello. He steps further into the car and his movement causes his cologne to waft in my direction. It's spicy and exotic and it makes my inner muscles coil in a way that reminds me just how long its been since I've been touched by someone other then myself. I skim my eyes from his face, across his shoulder, down his outstretched arm to his finger that he's extended to press the button for his floor. God his fingers are thick and streamlined and I wonder if they reflect another part of his anatomy. I squeeze my thighs together, the friction of my wet panties against me causing my nipples to pebble and I hope he can't smell the scent of my arousal in this closed space.
My cheeks heat at the thought that he could and my mind flickers over a million possibilities of how he could douse the fire that is steadily growing in strength beneath my flushed skin. I wonder if he'd use those fingers of his id been admiring only moments ago. I contemplate how he could he use that luscious mouth to explore the junction of my thighs and drown in the moisture he'd discover there. My mind drifts to imagine the parts of his body I haven't seen yet and I entertain the idea he'd impale me right here against the wall of this elevator with his thick cock as I moan for someone I didn't even know the name of. His deep expel of breath rips through the images in my mind and I realize I've been shamelessly mind-fucking the man standing in front of me. Before I can begin to analyze all the consequences of having a fling at work the blinking of the call button flashes before me. Why has he stopped the elevator?
I look over to him in confusion. Had I missed something during my wanton daydreaming? He turns to face me now. It's the expression on his face that completely obliterates any further questioning. His eyes have gone dark and he looks at me with predatory intent.
