My red, high heeled shoes played their delicious staccato on the waxed tile floor, and I could feel my skirt riding up to hug my round little ass as I was slinking toward the elevator. My fingers met the pliable cool of a button, and with a monotonous ding, the lights began to taunt me in slow non-compliance. I was more than a bit nervous about meeting with the CEO of the company, and I could feel my pulse building. After a few palpably slow minutes, there was a clanging, and the door opened. I stepped into the elevator, and was distracted by the solid presence of a man in the corner.
He was an incredible specimen, tall and broad shouldered, with chestnut hair and smoky, hazel shaded eyes. His suit was tailored divinely, snugly encasing his dignified brawn. His arms and legs looked so powerful; I thought to myself that he must ride like a Clydesdale.
We were alone in the heavy steel gray of the elevator shaft. The hum of its rising was like a dull vibrator, and I closed my eyes for a second in the sweet exhilaration of fantasy. It felt so good to cease thinking of the interview for a moment. The very smoothness of my long, shapely, bare legs rubbing skin on skin started to tantalize me.
Soon, I began to detect this stranger's weighty gaze as it moved up my calves to my thighs, and over the taper of my waist to my full, firm set of 36D breasts, which were straining against my taut, silky blouse. His intent stare seemed to warm my nipples with its electricity, and they stiffened, outlined in the thin, shimmery cloth.
Just as my eyelashes began to flutter open, the elevator bumped to a resounding, and abrupt stop. My eyes flashed open to pitch blackness. I could feel my heart, and my pussy lips, throbbing.
I knew that the handsome man had moved closer in the darkness, but I quivered when his warm, strong hand reached my creamy thigh. I pulled back, bumping into the thick wall of the elevator car. My skirt caught on the hand rail and ground up even higher. He thrust his fist up my skirt and yanked off my soft, white panties. Forcefully, yet without a word, he pushed me to my knees in front of him. Struck with a pang of indignant fear, I started to cry out, but was stifled by my own wet panties, now commingled with his slick saliva, for he had been licking the thin film of their interior, and coating his tanned, chiseled face in the scent of my sex.
Now able to breathe only through my nose, I took in a long, deep drag of his hot musk. He brought his exposed erection centimeters from my face, and I longed to encompass it in my mouth, despite myself. My eyes lolled back as he rubbed his juicy globs of precum into the softly moisturized skin of my face. He heard me moan, muffled by the sweet taste of my damp pussy juices. He teased the material across my tongue, watching me savor it, stroking his elongated prick in my face with his other hand.
He slowly removed the gag, and I did not try to cry out--I buried my mouth down on his rod, until I could nuzzle at his balls. He groaned, the first sound that he had made, and I realized that I was pleased. I slurped up and down on his cock like the most delicious lollipop... He just seemed to heat and expand, and grow wetter, and saltier...