Elevator

11:45 PM

You just arrived home, same time as always. Standing in the lobby waiting for the elevator. Today was like any other day: same problem, same finger pointing, same office politics. You had an hour before you needed to go to bed, to start the same cycle over again.

And again. And again.

BING

The familiar sound of the elevator and you drag your feet into the metallic box that will take you to your floor. But as you turn around to press the button, someone else step into the elevator. You just got glimpse of slender legs in nylon stockings. You didn’t dare to look up, to look behind you. No one normally is here at this hour, no one with such legs at least.

With shaky hand, you press your floor. 5th

And at the corner of your eyes, as with the legs, a slender arm stretches out and press her floor. 3rd.

It feels like the longest elevator ride. You didn’t even notice you were holding your breath.

BING

3rd floor. The door slide open and the women walk pass you. You glanced up, getting a view of the person walking down the hall. Those legs, that back. That ass. A few seconds later and she turn the corner, lost from your sight at the same time the elevator door shuts.

11:43 PM

Home after a torturous day. Nothing out of the ordinary, just the same colleagues making your life a hell. But you couldn’t quit.

BING

The elevator slide open, inviting you in. You step in, turn around and press the button. 5th floor. Before the door fully shut a hand, slender and beautiful, stop the door and the same legs as yesterday walk in. You have time to press yourself into the corner, anxiety grabbing you again. The same journey as yesterday, floor ticking slowly away as the 3rd floor is reached and the familiar BING is heard.

The door open slowly and the women steps out, walking down the hall. You were quicker this time, looking up and saw that ass swaying side to side. Not noticeable, just enough.

Heart rate raising, it would be another night to calm down.

11:55 PM

You were waiting at the corner shop. If you just got home 10 min later or even 15, that ride wouldn’t be as torturous. You could calm down, try to get the 4 h sleep that was given to you. Looking down at your watch, it just struck 12.

Sneaking in to your own building, you hated yourself but this was the safest way. Casting glances around the lobby, you went up and press the button.

Slowly the number on the display went down.

BING

You jumped into the elevator, turned around and press your floor and the close button. Victory was close as the door open but there was a faint sound growing louder.

cling Cling CLING

Footstep getting closer. The all to familiar hand for the last few days stopped the door just in time. The female entered, turned around and press her floor.

You tried, you really did. The elevator slowly started to twist, you were swaying back and forth. Cold sweat started to form on your forehead and palms.

CLING Cling cling

The sound of her walking away. The anxiety was going away and you looked up.

You not quite sure how but the elevator door close behind you and you saw her turning the corner. Was that a smile on her face? Chill ran down your spine and you just had to wait for the elevator again.

11:45 PM

You had given up. You barely got any sleep which turn work more of a hell than it already was. Today you had cause a screw-up and had to endure your boss yelling at you. Normally you would have caught it, made sure it didn’t happen to be as invisible as possible. But life had other plans.

Even before the ride happen you were out of it. Everything happen in haze. The door, the women, the ride.

Only when your conscious came back did you look around. The hallway was empty but it wasn’t your hallway. Looking up ahead was a door.

313

9:45 PM

You slipped out early. Another day of another screw-up. You knew you were close of getting fired. Your world was falling apart and there was nothing you could do about it.

Sleep had escaped you again.

Rocking back and forth in the elevator you just wanted to collapse when suddenly that hand slowly wrapped around your hand.

Everything stopped. As couple of days ago, you stopped breathing.

BING

The door open and the women slowly walked down the hall, with you in tow. Around the corner, the hall seem to stretch forever. Her heel echoed flawlessly while your feet shuffled along. At the very end, in front of 313, she stopped. Letting you go temporary, she keyed her code and the familiar sound of a door unlocking could be heard loud as an explosion. The door, almost in slow motion, open up into a dark apartment. The hand wrapped around yours again.

Into the darkness you walked and the door slowly closed behind you.

You don’t remember how you ended on a couch. You remember it was dark, being led through the apartment. Somewhere there was a turn into what you presume was the living room, the room you were in right now.

She was standing right in front of you, looking down where you were sitting. Even in this semi darkness you got a better look at her and you weren’t sure you were looking at an angle of light… or an angle of darkness.

Her skin was smooth, flawless. Her eyes display kindness but in the black of the orb was something else. Her face was perfect. Wavy black hair, semi short, falling over her shoulders. She had a blouse that was semi see-through with a black tie loose around her. Her breast wasn’t the biggest but not too small either. And she was slim. Down to her hip which, like her breast, wasn’t the biggest/widest but still a good size. Followed by long legs, toned tights. She seemed to wear some safety shorts on top of stockings. She really would be an angle and you were mesmerized by her.

Your mouth was dry and you head wasn’t really on top of things. The room didn’t spin but at the same time, anxiety was there making your pulse rise. At least you thought it was the anxiety.

In one fluid motion she gracefully slide on top of you, straddling you. She didn’t weight that much but at the same time it felt like a unmovable boulder on top of you. Her hands, oh so soft, graced the contour of your face. Tracing the lines. She started to lean forward, close and close, until your lips met. It was briefly, her soft lips to your dried ones. She leaned back, observed you again before going in again, this time capturing your lips.

You didn’t know what to do. You just sat there while she was nibbling at your lips, her tongue occasionally darting out, swiping against you. Her hands traced your arms, following down to your hands, and lifted them up. She put them on your back and slowly pushed them down. Further down they went with you just letting her have her way with you. And finally they ended up on her ass where she left them and shifted back to tracing your neck at the same time pulling you into her. As you were going with the flow now, kissing her, allowing her tongue into your mouth, where she explored you as much as her hands were exploring your body.

When she leaned back again, her shirt with her under-shirt, was gone and she sat naked in front of you. Naked in all her glory. Toned body, slim with a set of full breast. She slowly traced your arms again, lifting them from her ass where they had been and dragged them, letting you feel her body. Her soft flawless skin until you reached her breast where she left your hands. It was the perfect size, fitting your hands as you felt them. You didn’t dare do anything else but just feeling them go up and down with her breathing. How they felt so perfect, so full.

Her hands were working on your shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. One button at a time.