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Love in an Elevator
by technolust

My six inch stiletto heels clicked against the cold hard tile as I strode to the elevator, my briefcase in hand. Reaching down with my free hand, I adjusted my skirt as it had a tendency to slide higher and higher up my leg. No need to give everyone else an extra thrill, I thought. My silk blouse had a low cut v-neck, and I silently berated myself for wearing it...oh if the weather were just a bit cooler, I could have worn a jacket to cover it.

The elevator entrance was just a few meters away when my ankle gave way and I almost tripped as the heel on my right shoe broke. Damn shoes, I paid far too much for them, and they have to break?!?!? My foot gained balance on the floor; even though I was wearing block stockings, the coldness of the floor gave me a jolt. I looked at the shiny black heel lying on the floor, mocking me. Oblivious to the world, I bent over to pick it up and my skirt rose up just inches away from my bottom. As I did this, a man carrying a metal toolkit walked by, his eyes fixated on me and one eyebrow raised. I heard his footsteps behind me, and quickly remembered my skirt, adjusting immediately. I turned and smiled wryly, the broken heel in my hand explaining everything.

I hobbled to the elevator as quickly as I could, blushing a deep red. Stepping inside, I pushed the button for the first floor. It would be a long ride, I thought, since I was currently on the 108th floor.

The buttons flashed...107, 100, 80. Doors opened, people entered and left for different floors. I ignored them all. 79, 75, 70; then halfway between 70 and 69, the elevator stopped. Impatient, I tapped my foot. A few minutes later, I realized I was in trouble...the elevator was not moving at all. I quickly spotted the red button on the elevator panel and pushed the button. It seemed to be stuck...I pushed as hard as I could but with no luck. I heard no alarm. Thinking quickly, I looked for a phone...it was cleverly hidden behind a steel panel with a barely noticeable notch in it. I picked at it with my fingernail with no luck. Oh this is just my day, I thought. Reaching into my briefcase, I located a pen and managed to pull the steel panel away to reveal the phone. I picked up the phone to call for help...it rang and rang, but no one answered. I swore at a person who was not there, and I slammed the phone down.

The whole frustration of the day had completely gotten to me. I sat down on the floor, and started to cry silently. I knew someone would figure out the elevator was broken and soon, hopefully, help would be on the way,

Minutes passed and I decided to stand up again, not wanting to look even more haggard than what I was. Bored, I decided to press every single button on the panel. Not long after, I heard a sound; metal upon metal. Twist, twist, twist...the sound seemed to come from above. Then, the sound of something lifting...and the ceiling panel was pulled aside. Two feet appeared, then ankles, legs, and finally...help had arrived. The lecherous technician grinned as he tipped his hat to me.

"At your service, my lady..." he said. My hero, I thought. "How is your ankle doing?" he asked. I replied that it was fine. His dark and dreamy eyes captured my attention, and I drunk his presence in. Hair black as a raven, angled profile, he was the most attractive man I'd seen. I secretly wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair, and I also wondered how it would feel to run my fingers through his chest hair.

He was noticing me too..his eyes locked with mine and we shared a long silent moment savoring each other. Then, his eyes glittered..."May I check your ankle? It looks slightly twisted..." he said.

"Yes, you may...but may I know your name please?" I answered.

"You don't need my name," he said, and he knelt down in front of me. He gently grabbed my ankle, inspecting it...his hands running up and down my ankle, and all over my foot. His touch was firm yet relaxing...I wiggled my toes.

"See? I'm okay."

"Hmmm...yes you are fine...very fine," he muttered sexily. I suddenly realized he was not referring to my foot, and I blushed once more. "You've been walking all day in those heels, though...I bet your feet are so very sore." His hands continued his ministrations, and worked their way up to my calf. "In fact, I bet your whole leg is sore." He motioned for me to take off my other shoe, and I obeyed...his touch was heaven and was sending warm feelings through my whole body. I tried very hard to hide the fact he had me incredibly aroused.

Slow, sensuous movements up and down my leg...his thumb circling around my inner thigh....mmm I could live like this forever. Closing my eyes, I reveled in the pleasure he was giving me. There was no point in trying to hide my pleasure anymore...I placed my hand on his while he was massaging my thighs. He worked his way up even higher...and found the strap that was my garter belt.

"hmmm and what is this? Nice..." he growled huskily. His deft fingers quickly undid them. "Very nice...but I bet it makes you feel....hotttttt.........and sweaty...let's get you a bit more relaxed here" he murmured. My stockings slid off gracefully, one by one, and lay in a heap on the floor. Now his bare skin was on mine. I could barely contain myself...my hand grabbed his and guided him between my legs.

"I know of a few other things that are feeling very hot...do you have any suggestions?" I said.

He looked up at me, his arousal plainly visible. "Do you know why the body sweats? It sweats to keep cool...perhaps, we can make you sweat a bit more..." the lust in his eyes glowing. His hands lifted up my skirt high up, and he moved in on me greedily. Before I knew it, he had my panties pushed aside and his face was buried deep in my center, his tongue lapping my bare pussy lips and sucking on my clitoris. Groaning, I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him in even closer. His tongue slid all over me...I leaned against the wall in near ecstasy, my moans becoming louder as he devoured me, tasting my sweet sex juice.

"Ohhh yess baby," I whispered. "yessss..." I opened my eyes for a moment, and watched him...beautiful....his hard throbbing cock straining so hard against his jeans, it looked like it would rip his jeans off. He kept kissing me, sending waves of bliss that almost drowned me. I realized I was soon arriving at the point of no return, and I pulled his head away. He looked at me, his lips shiny and wet. I bent over and pulled him close to me. Our bodies met, and we kissed passionately. His tongue gently explored my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him close. My pelvis rubbed against his hard cock, and he inhaled sharply.

"Don't do that, unless you plan on following through," he said. "Oh, I plan on following through all right..." I rebutted. My hands quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans...I ripped his zipper down and released him, gently making circular motions with my thumb on the head of his dick, spreading his pre-cum. He inhaled sharply, his hunger for me increasing more. I knelt down on my knees.

"One good turn deserves another," I smiled. My lips teasingly brushed against the head of his penis, my tongue swirling around and lapping every drop of him up. Slowly, agonizingly, I opened my mouth and took him in. Wider, wider, I began sucking him. My tongue glided up and down the length of his shaft, and my hands gently massaged his balls. Harder, deeper, faster, I worked my magic on him. Watching him, I saw his eyes roll back in his head and he seemed lost in oblivion. I sucked him even harder, and absolutely refused to stop even when he motioned for me to stop. His hands found the back of my head and began guiding me as I fed on him. I felt like both his master and slave...in complete control, but also being controlled. It was the most erotic feeling I felt.

I felt his balls rise slightly, and I knew he was ready to let go. Encouraging him, I continued his blow job, and felt his body begin to twitch as he released himself into my mouth; it took me several swallows before he was through.

"Amazing..." you said. But I came here on a service call...and you, my dear, have not been properly serviced." He leaned in closer to me, and his hands reached into my blouse, releasing my breast. His mouth enveloped my taut nipple, his tongue performing the same magic that he did on my clit. "How would you like to be served, my lady?"

I thought for a moment, and decided. My eyes spied the metal rails that were on the inside of the rail...and my stockings which were still on the floor. He followed my line of vision and quickly realized what he wanted to do with me. "Do you trust me?" he asked.

"Yes..." I answered. He proceeded to pick up the stockings and tie my wrists to the rails. Then, he unzipped my skirt and it slipped down to the floor. "Spread your legs," he commanded, and I complied. I felt his hard cock slide up and down my soaking wet pussy, teasing me incessantly.

"Please..." I began to beg. He continued to tease me from behind, and he began to slide the head of his dick right between my pussy lips...just an inch or two inside me, and he would pull away. My lust began to grow and swell; I bent over more for him, and began thrusting myself onto him as far as he would let me. My wetness spread even more, and I begged him again to stop teasing me.

"How much do you want it?" he asked.

"Badly...I want you so much...I want to feel you deep inside me...please..."

"Hmmm...how's this then..." he growled and with one single thrust, penetrated me. I felt him hit my cervix, and my pussy tightened in around him, not wanting him to withdraw. He withdrew anyway, and teased me some more. Another thrust, and I gasped again with pleasure.

"Ohhhh," I moaned..."yesss...." You thrust again, a little harder and deeper. I met each thrust of yours with my hips, and he began going faster, faster. Our bodies joined together, he began pumping me ferociously. Sweat began pouring off us, and I could also feel his balls slamming into me. I tightened my grip on him with every thrust, and I was completely lost in the sensation of his cock sliding into me. Sweat and the smell of sex were in the air. Our primal lust overcame us, and we were like animals.

Finally, I could feel the first quivers of my orgasm...goosebumps appeared all over my body, and the twitches began...slight at first, and then I began shaking uncontrollably as I exploded all over him. He gripped me tight and refused to let me go until my body stopped convulsing.

Afterwards, he untied me...we sat down on the floor holding each other for a few minutes. We had all the time in the world, before returning back to reality...

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