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The Elevator - Chapter 1

He replayed every moment of the evening in his mind. 
 
Every word spoken, every glance those impossibly blue eyes and smoky lashes had thrown his way. Every fleeting touch or accidental brush between them...  

He frowned thinking that even those had been altogether too few. 

The quick embrace upon greeting, or the uncomfortably-comfortable closeness as they jostled against one another, as they waited at the busy bar. An experience that he, to be honest, had made the most of… Her hand slowly brushing against his leg, lingering…

Catching coy lingering glances through her smoking lashes had been enough to force his heart to beat almost audibly in his chest. 

And yet no kiss had been shared, no overt moments of intimacy, nothing.                                                                         .

She had been seemingly oblivious to his intent, enduring his admittedly increasingly intoxicated and desperate attempts at seduction with good humour just as she had endured the stares of every other person in the bar, who had viewed her with a wide variety of emotions ranging from adoration through to complete disbelief.

However here they were, in the elevator of his apartment, his eyes taking the opportunity to trace every curve of her amazing body, her long black dress hugging tight to her tall, lithe figure, not realising she too was studying him in the mirrored reflection and following his every glance, smiling silently to herself.  

As the elevator stopped at his floor, and she made a great show of checking her make up in the mirror, he realised his mistake. Had she noticed? Did she care? 

Jesus Christ. She was driving him insane. How could women do so very little and still drive men to these levels of uncertainty. Was she doing this on purpose? Was this something women intuitively knew or were they were taught or just picked it up along the way? 

He fumbled with his keys to unlock the door, before holding it open as she smiled and entered before him.  
“Can I get you something to drink?” he asked as she took in the surroundings.  
“Just water, please.” She spoke softly making her way to balcony.  
 
The view was always amazing, looking far out over the ocean and the lights below, and yet tonight it was especially so. The sky was clear, and the moon and stars shone especially bright. 


He poured drinks, then followed her to the balcony. Her back was to him and she was oblivious to his arrival, her arms spread wide on the metal banister, the warm summer breeze gently jostling her long hair and her eyes closed to the night. 

Heart beating painfully in his chest, he silently placed the drinks on the small outdoor table and walked behind her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her softly against him. She smiled lightly to herself but didn’t open her eyes. 

The smell of her perfume hit him fully, sharp and intoxicating, mixed with the softer, sweeter fragrance from her hair. He closed his eyes as well, enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed against his own. 

She nestled her head on his shoulder and he slowly slid a tendril of hair behind her ear, softly kissing her neck. He felt her tense against him, then relax. He kissed her again, then lightly bit her earlobe, pulling her hips harder against him. She groaned, throwing her head back and arching her body against him feeling his cock harden through the sheer fabric covering her ass.  

She reached around over her shoulder to slide her hands through his dark hair. Her grip tightened periodically as he bit softly into her neck, their bodies gyrating rhythmically against one another. 

His hands explored her body, slowly caressing her stomach before he teasingly traced his way to her breasts and hard nipples making her quiver. The other gently slipped her dress from her shoulders allowing the summer breeze to stiffen her nipples further as she seductively gasped. His hand then traced the nape of her neck down to her hips, moving forward across the line of her underwear close enough to feel how wet she was, to feel how much she wanted him before he continued down her thigh.

Eyes still shut, she threw her head back and her mouth opened wide involuntarily, wanting, demanding more, and yearning for his gentle touch on her now wet pussy. She had been anticipating this moment ever since she had first laid eyes on him.  

When she could take it no more he felt her lay her hand on top of his, guiding and controlling him, while her other released her grip on his hair to slide down over her own body. He loved the feeling of being wrapped around her, his breathing heavy in her ear, his cock pressing hard against her, fingers sending shivers of pleasure through her. He watched as she ran her hands over his body, relishing the feelings her own touch evoked, frustrated by the restriction her clothing offered her.  

She turned suddenly to face him pulling him hard against her, her back against the banister. He felt her grab the nape of his neck, and draw him in to kiss her on the mouth for the first time.

The feeling of her soft lips against his was uncontrollable and he pulled her hard against him as his cock throbbed painfully.  

She pushed him back slightly and slowly, clumsily began unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a muscular torso.  

He reached hungrily for her, but she pushed him back, reaching inside his open shirt to run the tips of her nails down his chest and stomach. His muscles contracted involuntarily at the sensation and, at the sight of his muscular torso defined by the shadows, she momentarily lost track of what she was doing. 

Then slowly and deliberately, looking him dead in the eyes, she knelt before him. She undid his belt and unzipped his fly, her eyes never leaving his own. She ran the tips of her nails over his stomach one more time, enjoying his involuntarily sigh, before lowering his briefs and releasing his throbbing cock. 

The sight of this amazing woman, kneeling in front of him looking up at him innocently with the most unique, icy blue eyes, on a balcony in plain view of anyone who happened to still be awake was one of the most innately sexual experiences he could remember.  

It was all the more erotic as she was still completely and immaculately dressed besides her exposed supple breasts, resplendent in her long black dress and high heels.    

They stared deeply into each other’s eyes with lust, as she pulled her hair back from her face, guiding him to take it firmly in his grip.  

The feeling of his strong grip holding her hair guiding her towards his intimidating member made her wet. She liked being controlled. 

She smiled at the effect this simple act had on him, before reaching up to slowly encircle his warm cock with her hand. 

He felt his whole body contract at this touch, and relished the sensation. She lightly ran her hand over his erect cock, before gripping it tightly and sliding the tip into her moist pink mouth.  

He let out a groan of pleasure and she felt his grip tighten on her hair.  

She took the tip of his hard cock in her mouth and used her hand to rub the length of his shaft. Over and over she took him in her mouth, trying to take a little more each time as he rhythmically bucked against her. His grip on her hand got progressively tighter until her eyes began to water with the sheer effort and she gasped for breath.

He reached down and pulled her roughly to her feet, half carrying half dragging her to his bedroom. As he laid her upon the bed, she roughly grabbed at him but he pinned her arms to the bed. He kissed her, deep and long, while she felt herself melt into the mattress, completely compliant. 
He began kissing her neck and shoulders, sliding her dress down as he went.  

Slowly but surely his tongue made its way over her tight young body, breathing, biting and kissing her now sensitive skin. His fingers danced along her stomach and over her thighs, while she squirmed and shivered, goose bumps appearing in their wake.  

He removed her dress and underwear quickly, looking her in the eye as he slowly lowered himself between her legs. She felt his hot breath on the insides of her thighs, and every nerve in her body was screaming in anticipation. 

His tongue caressed the inside of her thighs, closer and closer until the anticipation was sure to drive her insane. He paused once more before finally running his tongue lightly along her tight wet pussy.  

She sighed, spreading her legs wider as his tongue caressing her clitoris began sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body. 

She removed her bra and began pinching at her nipples, harder then she intended, however the painful throbbing that accompanied merely accentuated the already titanic waves that threatened to rock her to her core. Somehow these feelings only intensified as he slid a finger softly inside her, curling it as if beckoning her, caressing her G-Spot, all the while making lazy circles on her clit with his tongue.  

The pleasant waves grew in strength as he increased his pace. She could feel him smile knowingly as the waves became a tsunami, rising to a crescendo until she came, loudly, convulsions spreading through her entire body. She clutched at him, warmth spreading and legs twitching. She lay back onto the bed, breathing deeply and heart racing with a deep satisfaction and a desire to please him.

She moved on top of him, her mouth on his, so she could taste herself upon his lips. The taste drove her wild as did the firmness of his rigid cock pressing against her now hypersensitive pussy while she rode him. She pulled off his cock teasing him, placing her mouth over the tip of his cock, running her tongue around the rim.

“Fuck me.” She whispered breathlessly into his ear until the ecstasy of his warmth entered her and she could speak no more. He drove his cock into her deeper with every thrust, his only encouragement, the indecipherable moaning and the patchwork of scratches her nails left along his back. He grabbed her wrists and held them down, as his primal rhythmic thrusting drove her to the brink once more, she came, this time almost painfully, a crescendo of pleasure and warmth that seemed never ending.   

His thrusting became even more frenzied as the sight of her coming on his hard cock drove him to the point of no return. His thrusts became slower, less frenzied, his grip tightening around her, as she whispered encouragement in his ear. “Come for me baby” she panted, spreading her legs open further. Unable to resist the warmth and tightness any longer he came with a shuddering, racking orgasm, deep inside her.

They held each other tightly, breathing heavily and muscles contacting involuntarily. After some time they rolled apart and held each other, and as their breathing fell into sync, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
 
 
He became instantly awake, his arm reaching for her, or where she had been. She was gone, the only reminder of her presence was the sharp, metallic tang of her perfume, which would haunt his bed for days to come and her memory which would haunt him for much longer.

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