The Elevator

I had left my husband at home with the children and had gone to the city for a couple days of shopping and relaxation. At Macy’s I paused as I looked at the men’s cologne. Should I?

My heart pounded as I looked over the displays.

“May I help you?” The woman behind the counter asked.

“Yes.” I couldn’t believe I was going through with it. I had discovered the brand of cologne purely by chance. “Do you have any 'Very Valentino'?”

The woman turned to the case behind her and retrieved a small bottle. “We have it in two sizes.

The aroma made my knees go weak. “I’ll take that size.”

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I had taken a long bath in the hotel room and was getting to slip into bed. I closed the curtains, and slipped into the bed. Reaching up, I turned the lights out. The room was black, not a glimmer of light.

The smell of the cologne hung in the air as I held the towel I had sprayed close to my nose. It brought back the memories. I took my hand and put it between my legs, I was almost surprised to find myself already wet. My mind traveled back to that day…

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I didn’t pay much attention to the man standing in the back of the elevator when I got on. Maybe I should have. I just got on, turned and faced the door, and pressed the button for the thirty-fifth floor.

The door closed and the elevator began to rise. Just past the eighteenth floor, all the lights went out and the elevator stopped. It was pitch black, not the slightest hint of light

“Great,” I muttered.

I remembered the man in the elevator with me. The aroma of his cologne reached my nostrils. He was moving closer to me. My body tensed up. I looked up, praying for the lights to come back on.

His arms closed around me. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. He was taller than I was, as I could feel his chin on the top of my head. His grip was commanding, but not forceful.

‘This can’t be happening to me.’

Slowly his hands moved over the front of my suit coat, his palms flat against my body. I closed my eyes hoping it would end.  His hold on me was too great, I tried to squirm away from him to no avail.

His fingers undid the buttons to my coat. My heart pounded as he slipped his hands into my coat. He held his hands flat against my stomach, and they started to move slowly up my body.

‘Why won’t the lights come on?’ My eyes close, hoping this is just a bad dream. His hands are just below my breasts. His touch was firm, I tried to squirm away, but his grip was too tight.

I curse my body’s reaction to his touch in silence. I can feel my nipples harden and my areolas crinkling as his hands cup my breasts. His hands are spread open, completely covering each breast. In a slow and deliberate motion, he pulls my breasts upwards, his thumb, and forefinger squeezing my breast until he is pinching my nipple.

‘No!’ I scream silently as I feel a wave of pleasure flow through my body. I don’t want to feel like this. Over and over, he relaxes his hold on my breasts only to repeat his fondling until he is pinching and pulling on my nipples.

‘Why do I feel so warm?’ I can feel the heat growing between my legs, and I can feel his hardness pressing against me.

It’s feeling of fear and excitement that I am experiencing as his fingers begin to undo my blouse.  I don’t want him to do this, but I yearn to feel his hands on my naked breasts. His hands feel warm and strong as they touch my naked belly. They don’t have the soft feeling of a man that sits behind a desk, they have a feeling of a man that uses his hands for his work.

‘Please.’ My voice in my head pleads. I’m not sure what I’m pleading for though. His hands are cupping my bra-encased breasts. My nipples are so stiff that they ache. It’s almost a relief when his fingers pinch them.

I can’t believe my body is betraying me, I can feel a warm growing inside of me. My desire grows even more when he slides my bra up over my breasts, and begins to fondle them. I don’t want to admit it, but I like the feeling of his hands on my bare tits. It’s almost as if he knows how I want to be touched.

‘I wonder what it looks like?’ I wonder as I feel his hard heat pressing ever closer to me. Part of me wants him to stop and another part of me wants him to continue. I shudder when he takes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolls and pulls on them at the same time.

I feel his hips moving, humping me slightly and a warm flush crosses my face as my own hips respond involuntarily.

‘Oh my god, he’s not!’ I scream silently as I feel his one hand drop and pull my dress up. His foot pushes against mine, forcing my legs to open and his right hand moves over the silky material of my underwear.

‘He’s going to find the dampness and know I’m becoming turned on.’ I squeeze my eyes tightly shut as I feel his fingers run between my legs.

‘What will he think if he slides his hand in my panties and find that I’ve shaved myself?’ My face burns even hotter as I remember masturbating to a story I had read online, and then seeing the look of excitement on my husband’s face when he realized what I had done.

His hand slips into my panties as his other hand continues fondling and squeezing my breasts and nipples. I feel his fingers pause for a moment on my smooth mound. His hardness presses even harder against me.

‘No!’ I whisper to myself as his finger pushes between my now swollen labia to my creamy wetness. He hooks his finger slightly, drags it back, and presses against my excited clit.

A quiet moan escapes my lips as his finger begins to rub my pearl in tiny circles. My hips move with his fingering, rubbing against his swollen cock. I can’t believe how wet I am now. My clit is on fire, I want him to rub me. I want this stranger to make me cum.

I almost scream when I feel him pull my dress up over my hips. I feel his hand and hear the sound of him pulling his zipper down. He turns me around and pushes my back downwards. My hands press against the back of the elevator as he pushes my panties aside and rubs the engorged head of his cock along my wet slit.

I gasp as I feel his member thrust into me, I’m so wet it only takes him a couple of attempts to bury his stiff shaft into my tunnel. His hips begin to pump in and out as his hands hold on to my hips.

At first, I had been praying for the lights to come on. Now, I’m praying that they stay off. What would it look like, my blouse undone, my bra up over my bouncing breasts with a stranger’s stiff cock buried in my pussy.

His hand slides back into my panties, his finger playing with my clit as he fucks me from behind. His cock feels so good right now, filling me completely. My hips move back and forth with his movements. I can feel my pussy trying to grip his slick cock.

Quiet moans escape as he masturbates me while fucking me. I can’t help myself, I feel myself beginning to peak. My body shudders and shakes as his finger moves faster and faster over my clit and his cock pumps harder and quicker inside of me.

“Please don’t finish in me, I’m not on the pill.” It’s the first time I’ve been able to speak. I’m scared of becoming pregnant by him.

I feel his shaft pull out of me. His hands force me to turn around, and then to my knees.

‘Oh god, not this’ I feel him press the tip of his wet cock against my lips. I’ve never done this to any man, not even my husband.

He forces my mouth open with his cock, and reluctantly I feel the end of his cock inside my mouth. I can taste my own juices on him. My hand moves up to his slick shaft and I begin to pump hard and fast as his hips begin to rock. My mind reels as I think of him fucking my hand and my face.

More and more of his stiff manhood enters my mouth, my jaw hurts from having to open so wide. My tongue presses against the bottom of his cock. It’s almost a feeling of wanton depravity that comes over me when he holds the top of my head and begins to pump harder and faster. My hand drops between my legs and I begin to masturbate myself as I think about this stranger using my mouth for his pleasure.

The speed at which my second orgasm approaches is almost unbelievable. Just as I peak, I feel his cock contract and pulse in my mouth, there’s an explosion of thick, tangy warmth in my mouth. That sends me over the top, thinking of a stranger doing something no one else has ever done, cum in my mouth. I swallow, not knowing what else to do, just in time to feel another spurt erupt from his tip.

He pulled his cock from my mouth, lifted me up, and wrapped his arms around me. For that brief moment, I felt loved by him. He turned me around and with a gentleness that surprised me, he straightened my bra, and refastened the buttons on my blouse and jacket.

The lights came on in the elevator shortly after, and the car stopped at a floor. I was facing the back of the elevator and as much as I wanted to, I didn’t turn to look at him as he exited.

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I lay on the bed, exhausted by my orgasms. The aroma of the cologne and the thought of his cock in my mouth had brought me to the latest climax. He was still the only man that I have had that way.

The next morning as I am packing, I look at the bottle of cologne, and for a moment, I’m tempted to pack it into my bag. Every time I smell that cologne, I yearn to feel his touch on my body and to take him in my mouth again. I don’t pack it, I leave it in the bathroom.

I look at the building across the street as I wait for a cab, tempted to take a ride in the elevator. A smile crosses my face as a tingle passes through my body.