Lesbian Sex in an Elevator
"Lenora's Lunch Break," a sexy Oysters story by Iona Blair
The heavily painted blonde had come into the crowded coffee shop just as Lenora was finishing dessert. Lurching along on chunky platform shoes that exposed black enameled toenails.
What a cheap looking little piece, was her first thought. Decked out to kill in an indecently short skirt and low-cut, flimsy top. Yet there was something about the girl that drew Lenora like a magnet. A certain vulnerability perhaps, that lay beneath the hard artificial exterior...A tiny shred of the person she once had been, still miraculously intact, despite this incongruous parody of overt sexuality.
Was she a prostitute, Lenora wondered? For surely there must be a practical purpose behind the outrageous get-up.
And there certainly was a provocative strut to her walk, and a boldness about her eyes, that would lead one to believe as much.
She had a small, well-shaped bottom that jiggled around enticingly with every step, and Lenora felt the desire surge within her as she feasted her eyes on its softly sensual cheeks.
The girl sat down at a nearby table, close enough for the bitter cloying scent of her perfume to tantalize the senses even further. And Lenora could see that the girl was older than she had first thought, certainly out of her teens.
I'd like to put her across my knee and give her a good spanking, full-grown woman or not, she thought lustfully. I'm still old enough to be her mother, after all. And she imagined how good it would feel to swat away at that sexy little butt until it was quite pink.
The mirror behind the counter captured their images. The brazen, slutty looking blonde who was sipping on a Cola, and the dark haired woman with the tailored black suit, openly ogling the other. For try as she might, Lenora was unable to wrench her fascinated eyes away from the girl.
What was her name? Where was she from? She felt quite avidly interested in this total stranger. Felt, in fact, a strange connection to her that was as uncanny as it was thrilling.
Should she introduce herself? Pretend that she thought she knew her from somewhere else?
But even as these bold possibilities entered her flustered mind, she dismissed them as quickly.
Good heavens she was known around here. Had, in fact, frequented this coffee shop for years, working on the 18th floor of the building that housed it. Yet still, so powerful were the sensations that this girl aroused in her, that she was tempted to throw caution to the winds.
If I don't do anything, I'll likely never see her again, she warned herself with something akin to panic. And she couldn't allow that to happen, she simply could not.
The lunchtime crowd was beginning to leave as the hands of the clock approached the hour. The clatter of their footsteps echoing through the marble foyer as they made their way towards the elevators.
But still the girl sat on, biting into a Danish pastry with lips painted black as bat wings. And so did Lenora, although she knew that she should have been back in the office ten minutes ago.
She could feel her nipples rub hard and tingling against the confines of her brassiere. And her voice sounded breathless and unfamiliar as she ordered another cup of coffee. Crossing and recrossing her legs at the urgings of a pussy that throbbed like an engine.
What was happening to her? Had she gone completely crazy?
She was aware of the sound of traffic rumbling by on the road outside. And in the distance the screech of a siren drawing closer. And yet there was an eerie sense of detachment from her surroundings. A weird sense of having entered into another dimension of space and time, where the hunger of the flesh ruled supreme. And where any kind of licentious behavior was the norm.
So was this the real world all the time? And that other so called "normal" one, just a pale imitation? A mere masquerade to conceal the beasts of passion that lurked just beneath the surface?
And was this world known to everyone but herself? An accepted part of their lives and experiences? For it felt as if she were now truly alive for the first time, with every fiber of her being bristling hotly towards that one desired conclusion: The consummation of her great attraction for this lusty little blonde number. All else paled in comparison. The familiar trappings of her day-to-day life peeling away like moldy wallpaper.
I have to have the little bitch, she decided lasciviously. Bonk the living daylights out of her while touching every part of her hot little body. And she squirmed feverishly at the profound carnality of the thought.
She knew that the girl was aware of her interest, although she was acting in a studiously bored and nonchalant manner. Flicking her cigarette ash into a saucer while stretching her long legs coquettishly. And sitting in such a manner that her panty covered crotch was fully visible.
Why you wicked little tease, Lenora mused. I'd like to fuck the living daylights right out of you. And in between taking sips of the bitter coffee, she squeezed her sausage-shaped stress reliever in a trembling hand. It was a purple-colored latex toy full of micro beads. And as she looked first at it, then at the blonde, the most delightfully kinky idea suddenly occurred to her.
In the absence of her trusty strap-on, this little item would make a thrilling substitute. It wasn't long, of course. But as the nerve endings in the vagina were restricted to the first couple of inches, what difference would it make? It was nice and plump, that was the main thing. She could enter this brazenly sexy girl with it and fuck her furiously.
But how? How? Sooner or later she would get up and leave. And then what?
The tension-fraught minutes ticked slowly by as Lenora struggled with the sheer intensity of her emotions. Then she was jolted out of her reverie when she heard the girl asking for the check.
So she was about to leave. In fact, the showy little blonde was making a great production out of it. Gathering up her cheap red purse with its brassy chain and checking her appearance in a compact mirror. Then she popped a piece of chewing gum into her mouth and sauntered enticingly out the door. It was pure theatre. Designed to increase Lenora's passion to fever pitch. And it did.
Her pulse hammered in her temples and pounded in her gut as she struggled to her feet, following the seductress who had so captured her soul. The foyer was now quite deserted save for a few people here and there, and the security guard on duty by the heavy brass doors.
Lenora feasted her eyes on the blonde's pert little bottom as it twitched provocatively from side to side. She was sure that the girl was aware that she was following her. And this was confirmed when she glanced over her shoulder seductively and flashed her a bold "come hither" smile.
"Why you brazen little bitch," Lenora gasped beneath her breath, hurrying across the highly polished floor and never taking her eyes off her quarry for a minute.
The girl got into an elevator and Lenora quickly followed. The atmosphere hot as molten lava as they waited for the other passengers to leave. Then they turned to each other in a perfectly orchestrated moment of mutual synchronicity.
"God you're beautiful," Lenora murmured appreciatively, running her hands over the full breasts and flat tummy, while devouring the excited girl with her ravenous mouth. She was only vaguely aware that the blonde's breath tasted minty from the chewing gum, with an underlying tang of onions.
The elevator was now approaching the upper floors and Lenora punched the penthouse button, hoping that no one would summons it meantime.
How long would it take to consummate this insane passion? She wondered through a haze of desire so strong it left her dizzy. Deciding, even as she probed the panty-covered crotch, that a few minutes undisturbed should be sufficient.
It was difficult to believe that little more than an hour ago she had been leaving the office for lunch, as usual. Completely in control of herself and her life. Or so she had thought. Now here she was, making love to a stranger in an elevator, with a passion so electric it was frightening.
Yet part of her was still coherent enough to realize that this was more than a mere indiscretion. It was utter madness. And she knew why. It had been born out of the torment of sexual denial, which she had imposed upon herself, after one too many broken relationships. Now all that repression had risen to the surface in such frenzy that it could no longer be ignored.
You've bewitched me," she whispered, and tugged the panties down to reveal a shaved pussy with plump swollen genitals. And it was wet. Very wet.
The girl moaned and moved her bottom in a fucking motion. Her face flushed and her eyes glassy with desire.
Lenora probed the inner lips with a shaky finger, then tucked it inside, while her mouth explored the full breasts with their nut-brown nipples.
"Oh God," the girl groaned as if in pain. And Lenora grabbed the stress reliever toy from her purse and worked it inside her. It looked like a short purple dildo and felt pleasantly firm and yet viable as she moved it in and out of the eager cunt.
"I'd like to give you a spanking," she panted lustfully, giving the small bared behind a series of love pats. "And have you properly, in a bed." But the fact was that she was taking the girl in a fury of lust, up against the oak-paneled wall of a public elevator.
The blonde squatted down even further, to better accommodate the fucking she was so eagerly receiving.
"God ... I'm almost there ... almost there ..." she gasped. And Lenora could feel her pussy intensify its grip around the stress reliever as the powerful contractions began deep within her womb.
Through a white-hot haze of passion, she was vaguely aware of the elevator beginning its downward journey as she grasped the girl and pressed her excited body against her. Feeling her own womb pulse and quiver as they reached the zenith of their rapture together.
But god, they could be caught at any minute. And Lenora was known in this building, she would never live it down. Yet such was the extent of her need that she disregarded all danger, punching the penthouse button again and again, willing the elevator not to stop, as she covered the girl with kisses and muttered hot endearments. Mouth on mouth, belly to belly and breast to breast. Excited hands clutching at bottoms, legs and cunts with a desperation akin to mania.
"I could never get enough of you ... never," she whispered huskily. Her pussy still twitching spasmodically against the blonde's thigh as they reluctantly drew apart.
"It's going to stop at the next floor," the girl warned, indicating the number light above the door. And they scrambled to make themselves presentable with shaky limbs and fluttering hearts.
Originally published February 2006 - "L'Amour"
Copyright February 2006, Iona Blair
Published with permission from author on OystersandChocolate.com. Copying or reprinting this work in part or in whole without permission is illegal.
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