54th floor, my nipples are so hard they seem to almost poke through the fabric of my blouse. The doors open, this time more passengers get off but fewer get on. No cover for clandestine encounters but more room to maneuver. I step to your left side and place myself in the corner between you and the wall. With my right hand I reach down and behind you and as we both stare straight ahead, like all the other passengers aboard, I bring my hand up between your legs and began to cup and stroke your balls. You place both your hands in front of you attempting to hide the telltale bulge that is continuing to rise. It is very convenient that you are wearing a suit in which the jacket hangs loosely and below your hips. It hides so well what I am doing to you and your reaction to it. I become bolder now and reach my hand up toward the front of your trousers. Again I stroke and alternately grip your cock, massaging it into full arousal. God how I wish I could go down on my knees and take that magnificent member into my mouth! As I stroke my mind wonders what it would be like, the feel, the taste, the sight of it.
"Ding", another floor, unbelievably we've gone ten more floors, the number 44 shows above the door. I pause in my ministrations and await the disposition of the occupants. Unexpectedly the remaining passengers get off and no one gets on. This is an opportunity that can't be passed up! Quickly, there's no time to waste! I back up against you once again and press my ass into you full. I lean forward nearly touching the floor and began to grind myself onto your bulging cock. You place both hands on my hips, pull me hard against you and match the rhythm I have begun. With our knees bent we dip and grind together, taking advantage of the downward motion of the elevator that aids our rocking and increases the rhythmic pace.
Though momentarily caught up in the heat of the moment, we are both still aware of where we are and what little time we have. The numbers of the floors rapidly flash by as we continue our lustful decent. Then, the telltale slowing of the elevator signals a pending stop. We quickly stand and step away from each other, adjust our garments and assume the facial appearance of disinterest common among strangers temporarily in one another's company. The inevitable "ding" comes and once again the car fills with passengers. This time we are separated and are no longer able to make contact. The elevator descends, stopping now and then until finally we reach the ground floor. Everyone exits going their separate way.
We each hazard a glance in the direction of the other and share a half smile, undetected by the passing crowd. I rush forward on to my next appointment savoring the erotic moment just shared and counting it as another fantasy fulfilled. I am filled with excitement and anticipation thinking how I can't wait to get home tonight! Our lovemaking is always intensified after one of our "special" trips into the city!