The met every night. Same time, same place. They had a kind of unspoken agreement not to talk. It was almost like they wanted to get to know each other without speaking. They would look at each other, smile, and then take shy peeks at each other throughout the long elevator ride. He would always get off the elevator first, at the 30th floor. She would get off on the 31st.
They had been playing their silent flirting game for weeks.
Tonight was just a little different. She was usually the first one to get onto the elevator. Tonight he had beat her to it.
His eyes lit up when he saw her. Gawd, she's gorgeous, Anthony thought.
Tonight Rachel hadn't gone to work, because the company's computers were down. Instead, she had gone to the beauty parlor, shopped for a new dress, and then had taken herself out to a nice restaurant. She considered it a well deserved reward for all her hard work.
Rachel had gotten home at almost the same time she normally did. Well maybe she had hurried just a bit, to see if she could catch the sexy guy she flirted with on the elevator every night. She glanced at her wrist-watch just before she entered the apartment building. She had made it just in time! He was there!
She almost laughed at her own craziness. Then she looked him over and decided she wasn't so crazy. He was over six-foot tall. Looked to be in his mid-thirties. He had strawberry-blond hair and the sexiest green eyes she had ever seen. He was no body-builder type, but he was well-built. He had a wide, solid chest, a flat waist and nice ass. He usually wore an expensive looking suit, like the one he had on tonight.
Rachel had seen him walking out of a professional building, that was in the neighborhood, a few times. It was filled with lawyers so she figured he was probably a lawyer.
Anthony actually was a lawyer. He specialized in criminal law. He had often seen Rachel coming and going from the window of his office, which gave him a great view of the front of the apartment building where she lived. He had always enjoyed the view of her gracefully feminine walk, as she entered, or exited, the building. He had learned to time it so that he could be in the elevator at the same time she was every night. He often took a break, just to go up in the elevator with her. Then he would turn around and go back to his office to work a few more hours. It had become a game with him, to see which one of them would break the silent flirtation first.
She could feel him looking her over as well. Tonight she was wearing a very sexy red dress. It was knee-length with slits cut up the sides. She was wearing garters underneath, and fish-net stockings, but no underwear, which made her feel deliciously naughty. The top of the dress was low-cut enough to show her ample cleavage (without being too outrageous) and was held up by spaghetti straps. She was wearing red spiked heals to match the dress. Her hair was done in a fashionable upsweep that left tendrils of curly red hair hanging down to frame her beautiful face. With her hair up like that, her brown eyes looked even bigger.
When he saw her, he whistled softly in appreciation, making her blush a little and then laugh. Anthony was delighted with the musical sound of her voice. He wasn't disappointed that the silent game was over.
"Hey! Your not supposed to laugh!"
At hearing his voice, she looked up at him in surprise and laughed again. She instantly loved the deep timbre of his voice.
"I'm Anthony," he said with a charming, crooked smile.
The elevator doors finally shut and it started its climb up. He pressed floor 30. She reached over and pressed 31. She smiled back at him, and said, "I'm Rachel."
The elevator was passing the 4th floor when there was a soft screeching sound. They looked at each other, recognizing that they both had never heard it before. As the elevator went up further, the screeching noise grew louder and somewhere past the 12th floor, it stopped so suddenly that Rachel tumbled over. The sudden stop knocked Anthony back against the railing, but he recovered quickly. He reached his hand down to help her back up.
"Thank you!" she said graciously.
"Are you hurt?" he asked.
"No. This is kind of spooky though. I wonder what's wrong with this thing?" She looked kind of nervous, so he soothed her.
"Just some kind of mechanical glitch, I would imagine. We might be stuck here until someone can get us out, but I doubt if it's dangerous."
She didn't look reassured. She just looked at him with big eyes.
In an attempt to put her more at ease, Anthony opened the emergency box door. In an attempt to look as if he knew what he was doing, he put the emergency phone up to his ear and pressed some buttons. Nothing. Not even a dial-tone. He banged it against the wall lightly and tried again. Nothing. He looked back over at Rachel, who was starting to look a little panicked.
With both hands, he tried to open the elevator doors. They wouldn't budge. He looked over at her again. This time she was looking at the ceiling. He looked up too. It was solid. "Damn! You would think they would have an escape hatch in these things!!" he said in exasperation.
Rachel started breathing a lot faster. Anthony, recognizing the signs of possible hyperventilation, did the only thing he could think of to stop her panic. He grabbed her close to him and kissed her.
The kiss had the desired effect - it seemed to shock her right out of her approaching panic attack. She pulled back at first, but then softened, and he took advantage of her hesitancy to explore the soft interior of her mouth with his tongue.
She had the most beautiful mouth - one he had wanted to kiss for a couple of weeks now. He took full advantage of the situation. Finally,, her knees grew wobbly and she pulled back to get some air. He reluctantly let her go.
She grabbed the rail. "Whew!" she said and laughed softly. She looked at him, and he was grinning at her. She grinned back. Suddenly the lights went out. He heard her gasp if fright, and reached out to touch her.
"It's ok Rachel," he said soothingly. "It's just that the lights have gone out." He heard her breathing quicken again so he moved closer to her and said, "Come 'ere sweets."
Anthony pulled her to him, and she allowed him to without struggling. He just stood there holding her for a few moments, until her breathing evened out. He finally pulled back a little. "Are you ok?" "Yes," she answered softly.
He stepped back a little, and went to reach into his front pocket to see if he still had his lighter. His hand brushed one of her breasts on the way, and he felt her nipple harden. His physical reaction was instantaneous. He tried to ignore it and reached into his pocket.
"Damn, I thought I might have a lighter in my pocket but I don't."
"It's ok," Rachel murmured. "I'm just a little claustrophobic, but if I don't think about being trapped in here, I'll be ok."
"That was such a lovely kiss. Would you let me do it again?" She giggled in reply.
"Good!", he thought. "I'm distracting her."
"I'm guessing that's a yes."
Rachel laughed, thinking about how good the first kiss had felt. He pulled her closer again.
"Oh, you think that's funny eh?" She started to laugh again, but he stopped it with a kiss. Her laughter turned in to a soft moan. "Oh gawd," he thought, "I'm really hard now!" She felt his hard cock against her thigh, and became instantly wet.
Without really thinking, she reached down to feel it. It just seemed so natural to her. He groaned into her mouth as he kissed her. She stroked his cock through his pants with her fingertips. "If you keep that up, it's going to get us both into terrible trouble!" he said with another groan.
"Maybe I don't mind a little trouble," she said softly.
The hairs on the back of Anthony's neck stood up with sexual excitement. His cock was rock-hard and starting to throb. He could sense her feminine arousal and quit trying to hold back. He kissed her again, and rubbed his palms against her nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra.
"Gawd, lady! You are the sexiest woman I've ever touched!"
She couldn't talk. All she could do was moan as he rubbed her nipples.
He pulled the top of her dress down, leaned over, and slid his mouth over one nipple. Her moan of pure sexual arousal, as he licked and sucked gently, had his cock throbbing even harder.
"Turn around," he whispered in her ear, sucking her earlobe for a moment. She turned her back to him and grabbed the rail. He dropped to his knees behind her and lifted her dress. His fingertips discovered that she wasn't wearing any underwear, as he gently probed her. She moaned louder as his fingers found her wetness.
He gently rubbed the small nub his fingers knew how to find. When he felt her spread her legs wider, he stuck his whole face up into her pussy lips, and started licking. Her moans grew louder, and her breathing became labored. He could sense she was about to cum, so he kept licking, light and fast. "OhhhhhhGAwwwwwwwDDDDDDD!!" She moaned loudly, as the intense orgasm hit her full force. He licked faster, lapping up her juices.
Anthony quickly stood up and unbuckled his belt. There was no way could he stop himself. He unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock and in seconds had it thrust into the heat of her juicy pussy.
They moaned together at that sudden contact. He had thrust it into her, up to the hilt. She went wild, moving with him, backing into him. He held her hips, and started thrusting his cock into her, hard, but with a smooth rhythm. He tried to slow down, but she felt so damn good, he couldn't help going fast.
He bit his lower lip. It was a small trick he'd learned to make himself last longer. It was just enough pain to distract him. He slowed down, and started a sexy grinding move that had her moaning helplessly. He reached around her and rubbed her clit as he fucked her. He could feel her muscles contract inside her as she started to orgasm again.
"OoooooHhhhhhhhGAAAAAWWDDDDDD!!" she screamed.
That's all it took for him. He couldn't hold back anymore. He started to cum and it was so intense, he had to yell himself. "GGGGGGGGODDDDDDAAAAMMMMMMM!!!" he screamed as he came harder then he'd ever cum in his life. He shook and he shuddered until the last squirt had him wobbly-kneed. He collapsed against her.
Suddenly the elevator started moving. The lights flickered off and on for a few moments, then came back on to stay.
Anthony grabbed a handkerchief out of his back pocket. He wiped himself off and then pulled his pants back on quickly. He handed the hanky to Rachel. She wiped herself off, and then dropped the soiled hanky onto the floor. The car went past the 20th floor just as Rachel finished getting her clothing straightened out.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. There was a repairman standing in the doorway with a comically surprised look on his face. "Hey! Are you folks all right?" he managed to ask them.
They looked at each other, and started laughing. Anthony grabbed Rachel's hand, and pulled her out of the elevator.
"We're fine," he laughed. "But I know you won't mind if we take the stairs the rest of the way up!" The repairman noticed the crumpled hanky lying on the elevator floor and grinned to himself.
Originally Published May 2007: Mmm