The Elevator

The Elevator

The lights blinked out and the elevator stopped. The emergency light did not come on. She was alone in the dark with a man. He had gotten on with her at the regular place. It was strange that she did not recognize him because everyone on the tenth floor worked for the same finance company.

His calm voice intruded on her thoughts. "Don't worry, they'll fix it or get us out soon."

She responded automatically, "Thank you for saying that. I hope you are right. "Do you work for?" - she named her employer.

The voice was deep and very calm, "I am being recruited. They are looking for an operations chief. I have some experience along that line, but on the other coast."

The voice was nearer and his hand touched her shoulder, which was trembling.

"You shouldn't be afraid. Come here and let me hold you. There are people to fix broken elevators."

Held firmly in his arms, she still trembled. Worries about men raping women in this situation filled her head. He slid down the wall of the elevator, taking her with him. On the floor, she was in his lap and thought perhaps he wasn't a predator.

"Just relax against me and let the emergency people do their work." She did that and felt better.

"I'm an operations person. I might end up working with or for you."

She added, "If you take the job, that is."

His lips were soft against the side of her face. "You are kind to say that. Is this a good company to work for? Would I like it?"

She wondered how she would know that, but answered, "I'm pretty new, just hired in June after college graduation. But so far, the people have been great and the pay is pretty good."

Now his tongue was licking her ear and she began to worry. "Maybe you shouldn't be doing that," she said.

The tongue disappeared but a hand found her chest in the dark and fingers explored what they could of her breast, which was still covered by a blouse and bra. In a strange way, it was comforting. Here she was in the dark in the arms of a guy she might work for. It was almost like a school makeout session, except she didn't know him and it wasn't the back seat of a car.

"Just out of school, is that right? What about a boyfriend?"

She thought that was pretty personal but responded, "He got commissioned at graduation and is in flight training. I won't see him for months."

The deep voice made a heavy comment, "Maybe the romance is over, driven out by work and life after school?"

"Maybe. We weren't that close. He had ideas I wasn't fond of, and he wanted more sex than I did."

In the silence that followed, she wondered why she told a complete stranger that much about her love life. The fingers on his hand were still rubbing gently on her boob. She felt a twinge between her legs.

"You are a nice package. What would you say if I asked for a date?"

She felt suddenly brave. "I would say that I am not hard up enough to accept a date offer from a stranger in a stranded elevator!"

And added, as she did before, "Even if his arms are warm and comforting."

"I had a girlfriend once. She thought I was a meal ticket to high living. Got me to take her to Vegas and asked for a thousand dollars in gambling money."

She laughed and asked, "If your girl wanted high class living, did she come across with high class sex?"

"Whoa, that's a personal question!" His lips pressed to her cheek and the infernal fingers found the hard tip of her breast.

Somehow, she felt totally out of control. Nice girls did not play around in the dark in dead elevators.

"My name is Bernadette. What is yours?"

"George. George Collins. Pleased to meet you." This time his lips found hers for a soft kiss that lasted much longer than it should.

Her lips closed with his ear, "Is it true that what happens in dark elevators stays in dark elevators?"

"What about the date?"

"Bad idea. The first date is going on right here. Your lips and your fingers are misbehaving. You can't be trusted."

"Why am I instantly attracted to you?" His fingers worked the buttons on her blouse loose and then helped themselves to both breasts after pulling the bra out of the way.

"Maybe you are just horny. Girls get used to the back pressure game."

Damn, she was asking for trouble. She hadn't had sex for almost three months. It wouldn't take much to go from his lap to straddling him with a cock jammed straight up in her wet pussy.

"That's a new one. Tell me about the back pressure game."

She felt herself juicing. A bad thought about his cock went through her brain.

"You are putting me on. Every college guy I went out with seemed to have a terrible problem with his gonads bursting with back pressure and only I could solve the problem."

"What if a strange guy in a dark elevator tells you he has a terrible back pressure problem?"

She found herself twisting around so knees fell outside his thighs and kissed him straight on. There was a hard bulge in his crotch.

"I would tell him he needs to find a girl interested in a blow job."

He seemed to like the sexy banter. "Not in your job description?" The thumb of his other hand pressed a line straight up the center of her cleft under the moist panties.

She thought to herself that anonymous sex in the pitch black in a dead elevator might have something to recommend it. Except that if she unzipped him and climbed on, it wouldn't be anonymous. She might be working for him soon. She couldn't remember ever being this turned on.

The deep voice went right through her. "I said you were a nice package. I still think so."

She rose on her knees and ran fingers through his hair, wondering what color it was. Did she remember from when the lights were on? Maybe light brown? He is a good kisser, she thought, and I am about to get fucked. She heard her mother's voice screaming, "Nooo."

As she extracted the big hard cock, his fingers tortured her tits and she was sure she was going to come soon. This wasn't right, but she was going to do it anyway. In the complete dark in the dead elevator.

"Oh god, this is so bad and so good!" She heard herself moaning and bouncing on the awful thrusting shaft. She was being the ultimate slut and she knew it and she didn't care.

"Damn, you're hot." His voice was tense with desire.

She couldn't avoid a slutty question, squeezing him hard as she asked, "What about the back pressure, George?"

"Ahhhh," he was blasting her insides and sending her over the top.

Minutes later, she was filled with post-sex glow and felt guilty at the same time.

She whispered, "How did that happen? I'm not that kind of girl. Never had sex in the dark in my life before."

They worked to get their clothes together. He stood them up. There were voices from above. They were being rescued.

He pushed her against the wall and applied a last kiss. His voice was quiet but edgy. "I'm taking the job. Someone I met recently will be my PA."

Eyes blinking as the lights came on, she thought to herself, "What a way to get promoted."