I finished my drink, took his arm, and asked him if we should go up to our room. He wrapped his arm tightly around mine and took me toward the elevators. "What was that all about," he asked, smiling.
"Well, when a handsome man walks into a room, the women just come running, don't they," I responded. "What makes you think I'd put up with that?" As I looked into his eyes, my mouth became dry and my hands started to sweat. "But then, you're more than just handsome; you're a god. Words can't describe you." He smiled seductively and put both of his hands on my face, pulling me to him and kissing me hard.
We made our way to the elevator, pushed the button, and waited. When the doors opened, I escorted him inside. The elevator was all glass with a brass hand bar. We had a clear view of the three other elevators traveling up and down the outside of the building. Other people started filing in, and soon we were forced to the back. He was sandwiched between the outer glass wall and me, my body pressed against his.
The closeness of our bodies soon had me aroused. I could feel him pressing back as I pressed against him. I moved my hands up and down the sides of his body. A slight moan escaped his lips as he pushed hard against me. I traced his lips with my fingertips and tilted his head to one side, giving me access to kiss his neck. I followed with his mouth, and he kissed back eagerly.
I don't know how many people came and went with each stop. All I knew was that I was lost in him. I was totally oblivious to what was going on around us as we explored our sexual desires.
As the elevator reached the 21st floor, the last of passengers exited. I turned to leave the elevator, but he suddenly pulled me back into the compartment and pressed the button to the top floor. The doors closed before anyone could enter.