I ride these lifts everyday of my life and have always wondered what it would be like to have sex in a lift, the thrill of not knowing how long you have got or if you are going to be caught. So here’s a fantasy to make you smile every time you take a lift.
Lifts being erratic by nature tend to break down every so often and it just so happens that on this particular day the lift malfunctioned, jamming firmly between the second and third floors trapping its occupants for one and a half-hours.
Coincidentally there were only two occupants in the lift, you and me. Although neither had clapped eyes on the other before, we got to know each other pretty well during the next ninety minutes. It was not so much mutual attraction as much as mutual boredom, which eventually brought us together. There are after all not many distractions available in a jammed lift and polite conversation tends to peter out after the first half-hour or so. Above all you being the eternal optimist believing firmly in taking anything, which is on offer – especially when it comes to women and while I wasn’t exactly on offer I was certainly available, which amounted to the next best thing.
You make a great show of wiping your brow with your hand letting out a gasp of air at the same time. ‘Is it just me, or is it getting stuffy in here?’ you inquire, in apparent innocence. The power of suggestion can be a potent tool, in the right hands. Although I had not thought about it before I feel I have to agree with you. I am beginning to feel rather warm. I nod thoughtfully. ‘Yes, now that you point it out, it does seem to be getting rather close in here.’
You mask an inner smile of triumph. ‘Don’t they tell you that you ought to loosen your clothing when trapped in confined spaces?’ you ask. ‘Perhaps we ought to do as they say. We could be stuck in here for hours yet.’
Without waiting for a response you slip your Armani jacket from your shoulders and drop it carelessly to the floor. Undoing your tie, you peel it off and undo the top three buttons of your shirt. I feel these actions seem to demand some sort of response. Not unwillingly I strip off the jacket of my tailored two-piece suit and discard it. Following your lead I begin to unbutton my blouse.
Things are looking better by the moment you reflect. Without the restriction of the tight fitting suit, my full breasts seemed to heave outwards as though some hidden pump has just inflated them. The “V” of my now open neckline reveals some really quite spectacular cleavage. You find yourself staring at the twin beauties quite unashamedly. For my part I am now able to admire your well-kept and athletic physique in greater detail. The tailored lines of your jacket have tended to minimize the broad sweep of your shoulders and flatten out your chest, whilst masking the actual flatness of your well-muscled stomach. As you stand there now in just a plain white shirt, I can see that you are a man who keeps himself in trim and takes care of your body. The curly mass of dark hairs showing through the open shirt front carries a strong suggestion of virility.
Continued.....
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