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Deep in the elevator shaft..
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Deep in the elevator shaft.. "Facking elevator" she said, looking over to me and shrugging her shoulders. "This building is straight out of Gothic times... brass gears and such... why I like it, but the elevator goes down, maybe twice a week" She told me this like I didn't know it. I'd lived there for six months, and took the stairs, perhaps why I'd missed her in the broken down elevator. It was old, and beautiful, an iron cage, brass accents, old glass lit buttons. The building is six floors, not a huge walk to my rooftop space, great exercise, but today I had four bags of groceries and supplies. I had a long weekend of writing coming up, and wanted to not have to go out. "So why haven't I seen you before?" she asked. "I go out mostly crack of dawn?" I asked, guessing she didn't normally get up that early. She's disheveled in a good way, casual, but smells nice, that is to say - not at all... on the surface. "Yeah - that must be it... I go out about 8 each morning, and don't usually come back til 6, after work." she said, twisting her hair and hooking a finger in her bra strap. "Let's fuck?" she said looking straight at me. "I mean, any reason not to?" she asked. "No reason I can think of" I said and put down the rest of my bags and moved toward her. Her hands went to my belt, pulling my shirt free, while I pinned her to the cage, my thumbs hooking her skirt waist and pushing it down hard, dropping it and her panties in one pile around her feet. She had my buckle undone, buttons torn open and my cock out in seconds, and before I knew it she was on her knees with her wet lips wrapping around the head, descending. My modest cock enabled her to engulf me smoothly, wetting every bit in one slow motion.  "Mmmmm... huhhh... " I said "Mmmmmmmmmggrrgggllggg" she said, her lips buried at the base of my tidy mound. She pulled off of me then, and turned, pushing me away with her ass. She hooked her fingers in the mesh of the cage, and I quickly donned a condom, (always a boyscout, and prepared). She heard the crinkle and turned her head... "Take my ass" is all she said, and I reached my hand for her mouth and taking the cue, she spit into it. I dribbled the spit in her ass crack and rubbed it around with my thumb, then slipped in slowly and carefully to gauge her readiness. A bass groan came from deep in her chest, and she said "uh huh... " I replaced my thumb with the head of my cock, and pushed. "UH HUH..." she groaned louder, pushing back, speeding my entry, and a moment later I heard her low moans and sharp exhales increase as our rhythm did. I felt great, my cock thrilled by the tight hold her ass had on it, and I went deep, pushing her hard against the cage as I buried myself each time. The cage rattled with each thrust, and we didn't care whether anyone heard.  "UHHHHHHH HUUUUUUHHMMMMMMMOOOOHHHHH YEAHHHHHH" she said and I felt her arching her back, tensing, one of her hands having reached for her cunt, moving slowly there. "MMMMMMmmmmmmmm sooo gooood" I intoned, feeling my own pressure, and slowing to prolong it. Her back arched and she began to twist and gyrate on me, and I didn't know if I could hold out much longer. A moment later I felt her stiffen and heard the deep intake of breath and squeal as she held it, then felt her ass clenching on my cock, pulling, milking working me like no amount of thrusting could, and I came the moment following her, pulsing in wave after wave, enjoying her spasms squeezing, releasing, squeezing me.... I leaned forward, my arms wrapped around her torso and lifted her to me, hugging her too me still impaled on my cock, and she turned her head and kissed me. The moment lasted... then our surroundings returned and we heard shuffling feet below us, the super going to rest the lift's motor, we knew, and we slowly pulled our clothes up and on, not bothering to tidy much as we were so close to home. "5A" she said, "See you at 8." |
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This really didn't happen, but we could arrange to make it happen!  Comments are always welcome - now, this isn't an academic or help-desk post... it's why we're here!
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Love a good depiction... and can't wait to write the story of what I do for her at 8... www
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