Elevator Heat

We are in an elevator with six strangers, a delivery man with a stack of boxes, and the air is thick and hot. Twenty-seven floors to go.

The messages you’ve been sending me have fired up my desires; telling me to touch myself, requesting pictures of my breasts; sending me photos of how hard you got while stuck in traffic.

I don’t want your hand in mine; I want that hard dick of yours.

Someone gets off on the first stop but we won’t be out until the twenty-seventh floor. We move on and there is more room now; we are still perverts in an elevator, but no one can see us behind the tall stack of boxes. Everyone else is too tired to notice what’s going on anyway.

I’m so aroused by your hard-on that I’m dripping wet. You must have a steady stream of precum trailing down that amazing cock.

At the next stop, another passenger exits, and you become more daring with your touch. You love it when I wear this skirt- I wore it on our first date. Two more passengers get out at the next three floors, leaving us as the only two perverts in an elevator– if only we were a little bit more careful or we could’ve invited in the delivery guy to join us. Maybe he’d watch as we pleasured each other and I’d take both your dicks – one in my mouth and one in my tight pussy or maybe one in my pussy and the other pushing up against my tight ass? Unfortunately, our time alone is almost over as the delivery guy takes his load off and leaves us. Now all I want is for you to unload inside me – splashed across my face and deep inside my throat.

THE DOOR CLOSES AND I DROP TO MY KNEES.

As I unfasten your zipper, your dick springs forth like a thoroughbred horse from the stable. The taste of you is divine and I am blissfully overwhelmed as we continue our ascent to the 27th floor. You tease me by pulling my hair away so that you have a better view of my mouth working on you. As the elevator slows, evidently not going to our destination, we both laugh at the voyeur who happened upon us in this compromising situation. He continues to watch as we make our way up two more floors, no doubt entertaining himself with his imagination.

Finally, when the doors open to our stop, I crawl backwards on all fours still taking my time, capturing every last bit of pleasure from having you in my mouth. But I’m not done yet–I block the door with my leg and refuse to move until you’ve finished what I wanted from you.

THE DOOR CLOSES BUT THE ELEVATOR IS GOING NOWHERE.

I refuse to move until you give me what I want. You grip the bars of the elevator door and make your promise. “Give it to me,” I beg from my knees, rubbing your manhood across my lips. You let out a moan of pleasure as you release your load onto my face; while I bask in its warmth, I savor the taste. Swallowing any cum that made it into my mouth and collecting whatever drips off my chin, I lick once more at your tool before standing with a smile. We walk down the hallway, you following me as I strip out of my shirt and skirt. Turning to you with a smirk, I say “Now it’s my turn.”