Original Erotica – Sexy Secretary In An Elevator

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It’s a beautiful day in the city as I stand waiting to cross the road. As the lights change I notice you walking towards me and I stop dead on the sidewalk, people crashing into me, yelling, but my eyes are only for you. Your hair is back in a ponytail, you have a slate gray skirt on and business suit jacket, a cream blouse, pantyhose, and blood red heels to match the slash of lipstick that accentuates your full lips, the only make-up you wear, or need. Your eyes lock onto mine and I see you look me up and down and, as if satisfied, you raise one eyebrow and give a slight nod as you pass me by. You walk away with purpose and determination. I like a woman with determination.

I decide to follow you out of curiosity and a little bit of lust. You have barely gone 2 blocks when you turn to go into a high-rise office building, even the doorman turns to watch you pass. I follow you in. As I enter the building you are already in the elevator and the doors are beginning to close, I break into a run and get there just in time. I lean against the back wall, next to you, as you look at me with wide eyes. We are not alone in the elevator, there is a middle aged secretary type woman and a young teenage mail-boy. I realize they are looking at me waiting to see which floor I’m going to, I tell them I’m going to seven. They look at each other and then back to me. Why seven? I shrug and look down at my feet, still aware of your eyes boring into the side of my head.

The doors close and we begin to rise, the other two talking inanely. We have hardly moved when there is a loud bang as the elevator judders to a halt, the lights going out and throwing us into a complete darkness. Shit, says mail-boy, I hate the dark. I remain silent, as do you. About a minute or so later a voice wafts down from above, this is the engineers, we’re sorry, don’t know what happened they say. Shouldn’t be longer than 10 minutes. I take this as my cue.

I remember where you are stood. I turn to you and put my hands on your side and turn you towards the wall. You do not protest, you remain silent. I lift your skirt up to your waist and lean you slightly forwards, unbuttoning my jeans as I do so. I reach around to your front and slide my hand between your legs, I discover that you are not wearing panties. I also discover that your pussy is soaking wet, the proximity of other people adding to the excitement. I press the tip of my now rock hard cock against your pussy lips and in one movement I go fully inside you, deep. You let out a little gasp as I do this. Mail-boy asks, what was that? Nuh…nothing you manage to reply. You place both hands against the elevator wall and push back onto me, I do not move inside you for around a minute, feeling your vaginal muscles tighten and relax around my cock. I run my hands down your front and feel your nipples poking through your jacket.

I hold onto your hips and I slowly, slowly start to fuck you, almost withdrawing completely before pounding back in again. The tempo slowly builds and you remain admirably silent, very aware of how near the other two are. It’s only a matter of minutes before I feel the first orgasm ripping through you, quickly followed by another and it’s on your third orgasm that I reach climax too, exploding inside you and barely suppressing an animalistic roar that would surely give up our secret to the elevator, if not the entire building. I let out a grunt and then withdraw from you, spent. I fasten my jeans and sit back against the wall, you smooth down your skirt and bend to get a bottle of water from your bag.

You have hardly taken a drink when there is a clunk, the lights are back on and we’re moving up again. The other two are just staring at us, they know something happened but they don’t know what. The elevator stops at the next floor and as the doors open there are engineers, managers, everybody apologizing and falling over each other to make sure we’re OK. I step past them and head to the exit stairs, ignoring their calls to me. You assure them that you’re fine and you remain in the elevator until your floor, as you exit you head to the ladies room and freshen yourself up. You apologize to the man who is interviewing you for the job but he knows about the elevator breaking down and assures you it’s OK. He assumes your smile and slightly flushed appearance are down to the job interview, but you know different, and as he offers you the job you both stand to shake hands and you feel a little bit of my cum dripping onto your thigh.

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