It had been a good day, in fact a good week, so far - hard work, but successful. Everything leading towards the end of the month was almost complete and I'd just said my farewells to my colleagues. Our office was on the 10th floor of a 12-storey building in downtown Los Angeles, and I usually chose to walk down the stairs. For some reason, that day, I'd decided to take the lift. It was notoriously unreliable, breaking down more times in a week than my most stressed-out colleague. We even christened it 'the rape lift' although no-one had ever complained about being raped in it, at least not that we'd heard.
I worked as an account manager in a group of 5 women and 3 guys, all in their 30s, active. modern and quite attractive, in general. We had a good relationship and spent time at each others houses and also enjoyed social events together. None of them seemed to have paired off, because most already had partners, but a few rumours had circulated a few times about John and Caroline, the two most attractive of the group. They always smiled at each other in that special way that you usually only see between lovers, but both were married with kids, so....
Musing on my day, I pressed the lift call button and waited. I heard the lift start up from one of the floors above - even the floor-indicator lights didn't work successfully. But within about a minute, the lift did arrive at my floor and the doors slowly cranked open. I stepped in the quite small lift to find it occupied by just one young guy who I'd seen a few times in the building, especially during lunch in the restaurant. I remembered that he was always with a most attractive young girl who made my hormones boil. I've always been a little bit bisexual, and love the taste of a young female pussy once in a while. I smiled at him as the lift doors closed and the machine began its slow descent.
But only to the next floor. The doors opened again to reveal a large party of people standing there waiting to get in. The lift had an 8-person limit and it was soon full. But the nice thing was that I was pressed up against a few people, all of whom smelled good and they were chatting excitedly about a meeting they'd just had. I now couldn't see that young guy, but I could feel someone very close behind me, pressing against me. In fact, as the lift started moving again, very jerkily this time, I felt the person behind me move up very close. Could I feel a large lump pressing against my ass? Wow! yes I could. There was a guy with an erection pressing against me and it felt like a really big one too. I knew immediately that it was the guy from the floor above.
The lift started to grind its way slowly downwards and that erection seemed to get larger and larger as it pressed harder into my soft yielding buttocks. My pussy had already been wet at the thought of going home to my lover and now it began that tingle that tells me to beware - it wants some action. I even wriggled my ass a little, to try to get the erection to move between my ass cheeks, but a look from the woman just in front of me made me give up that idea quickly. For some reason, she was looking at the guy behind me with a rather sexy smile - maybe she'd enjoyed him some other time in the lift?
At the ground floor, all of the group got out of the lift, except the guy behind me and myself. And he didn't move away from me as the lift doors closed again and it started on down to the underground garage. In fact, his hands moved to rest on my hips and he pulled himself even harder against me. It felt like he had a steel rod pressed against my ass, and it was throbbing like a wild thing. Oh so sexy! I wasn't going to resist, at least not yet. I could feel my pussy juicing up nicely and my panties were getting a lot more damp.
The lift stopped at its lower limit and the doors opened. He stepped away from me into the doorway and grinned.
"You know, Julia, there's no-one on our floor now. They've all gone home."
I grinned back at him, glancing quickly down at the huge bulge sticking out of his trousers.
"Yes, you did get me hard, as you felt. I've been thinking about you for several weeks now, hoping we might meet sometime," he continued, not moving out of the lift. "Shall we go back up to the 12th?" he asked sweetly.
Well now I did have a very simple choice. Say 'no' and go home and make love with my boyfriend, who would be more than ready for me after our sexy telephone calls all day. Or....enjoy this young stud for a while. I'm afraid that my pussy did the deciding for me. At just the moment when I needed to have a clear head and make a rational decision, there was a terrific pulse through my pussy - was I squeezing my legs together or something? And I almost had the most amazing cum! Somehow I managed to just moan a little as I bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying out with pleasure as the lovely feelings rushed through me. But too late - he'd noticed my eyes displaying their pleasure.
He stepped back in the lift and pressed the 12th floor button. And he cancelled all the other calls on the way up - I knew about that function of this otherwise archaic lift. It was a way to get up to the top 3 floors quickly. The doors rattled shut and he moved against me again, this time face to face. He had a hungry look in his eyes, one that turned my legs to jelly.
"I really fancy you," he whispered as he brushed his lips across mine.
So soft and warm, I wanted to grab them and kiss him deeply... His hands were on my hips again, such gentle hands, stroking along my sides and pulling me rhythmically against him. Yes, I could still feel that huge solid shaft between his legs, urgently pushing out towards me.
I put my arms round him and pulled him close, just so that I could feel his hardness burying deeper into my belly. Oooooooooooo it did feel good and my pussy was already saying how much she wanted to enjoy him, juicing even more with each passing moment. We passed my own office floor and I heard some banging on the door as we rattled past. I'd done that myself several times as it annoyed me when a lift went straight past. But that time I was quite glad it did! It would have embarrassed me a lot if any one of my colleagues had seen me in such a compromising position. They all knew my lover well, some of them more than just that as we'd enjoyed several 3somes with the girls. I just didn't want him to find out from them - I'd tell him later - maybe.
"My name's Brian," he murmured as the lift came to a stop on the 12th. "Do you want to go to my office?"
"Uh no," I replied, pressing the emergency stop button of the lift. "Let's just stay here - it's rather erotic."
He smiled and his hands slid above my waist taking my short soft top with them. The feel of his bare hands on my skin was electrifying - so warm and so gentle. He encountered my bra but with superb expertise, he slid it upwards and freed my breasts. I have deliciously firm breasts and my nipples were already hard and aching, even more so when he pushed me back against the side of the lift and started to massage them erotically. He cupped them and lifted them to enjoy their weight then squashed them against me, then circled them with his finger nails until I was almost crying with delight. As the fingers of both hands closed on my big nipples I knew he was going to make me cum - just as he started to squeeze them my body erupted into a raging orgasm, which almost threw me to the floor.
He stayed caressing my nipples gently as he felt my cum explode and rush through my body, his face, when I could focus on him again, was open in a broad and very satisfied grin.
"Oh man," I managed to smile, "I guess I needed that!"
"Yes Julia, I gather you did," he grinned. "How can I add to that?"
