Late & Lucky

“Thanks buddy, keep the change. I'm in a hurry. Thanks, thank you. ”

Damn, I am so late. Everything that could have possibly gone wrong this morning has gone wrong. I slept through my alarm, spilled hot coffee all over my favorite tie, and just accidentally tipped my cab driver way too much. Not a great start to what is probably the most important day of my career. I was supposed to be in the marketing meeting 5 minutes ago... I’ve been working on this pitch for ages and these clients are notoriously hard to please. They’re sticklers for rules and regulations...and they are definitely the type to be displeased if they are made to wait. I must look absolutely ridiculous to the people I’m passing as I rush down the halls. People are giving me looks, and I don’t blame them. It’s not every day they see someone in a pressed suit and patent-leather Oxfords sprinting through the lobby like a mad man. No! The lift is leaving! Waiting for the next one is just not an option. I have to get on that elevator.

“Hold the lift, please!”

I throw my arm out and the door closes on either side of my briefcase, bouncing back open for me to slip through. Thank god… made it. I take a moment to catch my breath before looking over and giving the person in the elevator a small smile and nod of thanks. Oh. It’s you. I’ve seen you on my floor loads of times…and everytime I get butterflies in my stomach. I don’t know your name, or anything about you, but...I guess you could say I’ve had something of a crush on you for a while now.

“Nice save.”

“Thanks. I hate being late. ”

This elevator is notoriously slow. But at least I’m here now. I’m in the building. I’ll be walking into my meeting in five minutes or less. I hit the button for floor 23 and see that 24 is already lit up. If I wasn’t so worried about getting to my meeting, I might try to introduce myself or maybe even ask you...

“Shit!”

“No!”

I jam the button for floor 23 a few times.

“No, no, this can’t be happening. Damn it! ”

I scan the panel for the emergency button.

“Hi folks. Everyone OK? I’m afraid we’re having a bit of a technical issue. We’re working on getting you out as soon as we can. ”

“Perfect. Just fucking perfect. ”

I lean back against the wall and slide down to the floor.

“Well, this is not what I had planned for my morning. I’m supposed to be meeting with three of my superiors in ten minutes. ”

“I’m in the same situation. I’m supposed to be giving a pitch in a marketing meeting right now. I’ve been prepping for this for weeks. You work in the legal department, don’t you? ”

“Yeah. I think I’ve seen you around before, haven’t I? ”

“Yeah, I’m in marketing.”

You slowly sink down to the floor beside me, sliding your feet out of your heels and kicking them to the side. You tuck your legs beneath you and straighten out the bottom of your skirt. I love how calm and collected you are, even while stuck in an elevator with a complete stranger…I feel my pulse quicken as my eyes do a quick sweep over your body.

“Ugh, I don’t have any cell service in here.”

I pull my phone from my pocket and glance at the screen.

“Yeah, same here. I wish I had a coffee right now…didn’t get to finish mine this morning. ”

“Mmm, that sounds good. Oh, and a cheese danish.”

Instead of focusing on the meeting happening without me 15 floors above us, I’m focused on you. The sound of your voice...your quick wit...the way that your cute little toes look in those stockings. I smell something like…sage and lavender wafting off of you. It’s a bit intoxicating, having you sitting so close to me. Your presence is calming and exciting at the same time. You look good, you smell nice...as far as being stuck in a metal box with someone...I’m certainly lucky to be stuck in here with you.

“You look really nice today, by the way. ”

I hope it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, that I’m offering you a compliment on your appearance. You look over at me with a crooked grin. I really don’t think you mind, but it’s a little hard to read you.

“Thank you. I appreciate that. This industry is so harsh and cutthroat sometimes. It’s rare anyone has a genuine compliment to offer. ”

“Well, you deserve it. I mean, you look great, and every time I see you it seems like you’re doing your job well. ”

Your smile makes my chest tighten and I feel a stirring in my pants. You’re just so… lovely. And it’s kind of crazy that we’re stuck together here, alone. God, why am I feeling so worked up? Is it the adrenaline and uncertainty of the situation? The fact that we’re forced to be in such close quarters together? You shift slightly, leaning into me for a moment. You linger against me for a little longer than I expect, and I can’t help but wonder...are you feeling the same energy between us as I am? I inch my shoulder towards yours and just barely brush against yours. You lean a little closer to me again… intentionally resting your forearm against mine. God, I want you.

You turn your head and our faces are just inches away from one another. Out of the corner of my eye, I see your chest rising and falling. Your breathing is getting heavier and heavier…I lay my hand across the smooth skin of your thigh. Your eyes flick from my hand to my face. I hesitate, unsure if I misread the situation. I start to pull my hand away, but you reach out and hold it in place. My heart is pounding. Your touch is so soft and yet, the way you keep my hand pressed against your thigh...there’s something urgent and desperate about it. We’re both having a bad day, and it seems as though we both could use a pick-me-up...I’m just going to go for it. I lean over and my lips press against yours gently. Your lips are warm and inviting, my tongue slips between them, and I feel the fire take over as my kiss turns from soft to hard. Your hands slide to the front of my jacket and push it off my shoulders. I shrug it off and leave it where it falls, quickly following with my shirt and tie. You turn your body towards me and I hook my hands under your knees. I slide you forward until you’re laying flat on your back. I run my hands over your blouse, thumbing the buttons open.

“Yes...please don’t stop. ”

Any second now the lift could start again and we could be discovered. Knowing the risk just makes my heart pound faster. My cock is getting hard and pressing against the fabric of my pants. Oh, god, you feel so good under me. I pull your blouse open to reveal a lace black bra. I can see your hard nipples through the fabric.

Fuck. I have to have you. I move my hands to your breasts and softly massage them. I circle and flick the tight buds of your nipples through your bra. I push your bra away from your breasts. Fuck, your tits are amazing. I just want to ravish them, along with the rest of your body. I glance up at you and you give me a smirk. You’re looking at me like that’s exactly what you want as well. I drop my mouth to them and swirl my tongue around your nipples. I love the feel of them under my tongue, and the way you arch your back up to meet me, your hips pressing against my cock. This is so adventurous and spontaneous and those little noises you’re making are getting my cock so hard. Watching you writhe underneath me is making my cock strain against my boxers. It’s desperate for your attention...I place my hands on your hips and hold you still while I trail my mouth from the space between your breasts down to your waistband. Your skirt has a zip going up the length of it, starting just above your navel...I take it between my teeth and slowly pull it down.

“Oh, fuck...yes. Touch me. Please. ”

Both your skirt and your blouse are laid open now. I tuck my fingers under your soft, black underwear and pull them down. You raise your hips, allowing me to slide them over your ass and to your ankles. You lift your feet to kick them off, spreading your legs and giving me full access to your glistening pussy. I bring my face close to that perfect space between your thighs, breathing you in. Oh, my god, you smell incredible. I have to taste you. I bury my face in between your legs and slide my tongue into the entrance of your pussy. I lap up your wetness as you squirm with pleasure. Fuck, you taste amazing. So tangy and juicy. And you are so wet. I love the feel of your juices coating my lips and chin. I lick my way up your folds, teasing you as I make my way up to your clit…

“Fuck, right there. You like sucking my clit, don’t you? Fuck, keep going. ”

I suck lightly, slowly, flicking my tongue over your clit, nibbling gently, and then sucking. Your hands tangle in my hair, guiding my mouth as I continue moving my tongue in circles over your clit. I slide one, two fingers into your warm, wet pussy, curling them inside you and thrusting gently...

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I need to feel your walls stretching around my cock. I straighten up, quickly unzipping my pants. I drag them to the ground, taking my boxers with them, and my hard cock springs up. You look up at me, your hooded eyes filled with lust, staring at my erection. You really want this, don’t you? You’re desperate to feel this cock inside you, aren’t you? God, this is crazy. We could both be fired if anyone caught us. But I don’t care. All I care about is you right now. Knowing that we could get caught at any moment, is such...a fucking...turn on.

“Fuck. You don’t happen to have a condom, do you? ”

“Actually, I do.”

You pull it out of your bag and hand it to me. Damn, I love a woman who is always prepared. I slide the condom on quickly and lower my body over yours, holding my cock against your entrance. I can feel the warmth of your pussy against my cock through the condom...but I want to make you beg for it. I want to hear you say how badly you want me, right here, in this elevator...

“Tell me you want me to fuck you. Tell me how badly you want my cock inside of you. ”

“Oh, please… please fuck me. I want your cock so bad. I need it. I need it inside of me. ”

“Yeah? You want it? You want my cock that badly? Right here? You can’t wait any longer? ”

Oh, fuck. God, it feels incredible. I slowly pulse my hips forward and dip the head of my cock in and out of your pussy. You push yourself towards me, desperate for me to fuck you harder, deeper. Your hands grasp and my sides, yanking me as close as possible to you.

“Please, please!”

Fuck, the sound of you pleading somehow makes my cock throb even more. I can’t tease you any longer. I drive the full length of my shaft into you, hard and fast. Oh, God...yes, yes! I thrust in and out of you rhythmically, your hips meeting my pace. My mouth finds your nipples again, my fingers knead your breasts as my tongue flicks over them. Your hands grip my ass cheeks, your nails dig into them, pulling me deeper into you with every thrust.

“Oh, god. Do you love the feeling of my cock deep inside you? ”

“Oh my god, yes. Don’t stop, keep fucking me...just like that. ”

You wrap your legs around my thighs, pulling my full length deep into you. With every thrust, you grind your clit against me. I don’t think you can hold on much longer…and neither can I.

“Keep going, I’m...I’m going to cum!”

Our bodies crush against each other, your legs hold me tightly against you, your hips grind against mine...

“Fuck, yes, right there...”

“Yes, just like that, oh, fuck, yes. Cum for me! ”

I’m going to cum, too. Fuck. Oh god...

I roll off you, staring up at the metal ceiling, trying to catch my breath.

“That was...fuck...that was incredible.”

“Like I said…not how I imagined my morning going.”

We look at each other for a moment and then both scramble for our clothes. I catch your eye as I’m pulling on my jacket. You grin at me sheepishly as you zip the front of your skirt.

The elevator opens up at the twenty-third floor. I step out and turn around to look at you one last time before heading off to my meeting. You smirk at me and I return the look. It’s only as the doors are closing that I realize…I never got your name.