The Elevator Ride
Erotic
2003-11-24
The elevator began its journey down the long dark shaft, moving from her 24th floor down towards the lobby of their office building. Her mind wandered, and she soon felt her bikini underwear getting noticeable damper. Her mind was brought back to reality with a sharp jolt from the elevator suddenly stopping. She fell to one knee, her bag falling from her hand and clatter to the floor, its contents scattering. The young man was quickly by her side, a hand on her side supporting her, lifting her up. She smiled a bright smile at him as more juices joined her soaked bikini underwear. She whipped her eyes away from his deep blue ones to realize the elevator was stuck, between floors. A gasp escaped her lips from sheer panic. The hand on her side rubbed soothingly as he asked, ‘Are you okay?’Janine managed a meek nod and smiled at him again, still unable to control her wet pussy. She began picking the contents of her bag up off the elevator floor, bending and scooping them up and back into her bag. She didn’t realize until after grasping her last lipstick into her hand that she’d been bending over in front of this handsome young man, exposing her wet patched bikini panties underneath her small skirt to him. She noticed an obvious bulge in the front of his pants as she turned and slowly drew her eyes up his body, up to his slightly flushed face. She winked at him and dropping the lipstick in her hand to the floor. She bent over, slowly, letting the hem of her skirt ever so slowly inch up her ass as she bent. She held her pose, legs spread, ass peaking out from under her skirt. She heard his footsteps draw him closer, but she didn’t turn to look, simply held her pose.
2003-11-24
The elevator began its journey down the long dark shaft, moving from her 24th floor down towards the lobby of their office building. Her mind wandered, and she soon felt her bikini underwear getting noticeable damper. Her mind was brought back to reality with a sharp jolt from the elevator suddenly stopping. She fell to one knee, her bag falling from her hand and clatter to the floor, its contents scattering. The young man was quickly by her side, a hand on her side supporting her, lifting her up. She smiled a bright smile at him as more juices joined her soaked bikini underwear. She whipped her eyes away from his deep blue ones to realize the elevator was stuck, between floors. A gasp escaped her lips from sheer panic. The hand on her side rubbed soothingly as he asked, ‘Are you okay?’Janine managed a meek nod and smiled at him again, still unable to control her wet pussy. She began picking the contents of her bag up off the elevator floor, bending and scooping them up and back into her bag. She didn’t realize until after grasping her last lipstick into her hand that she’d been bending over in front of this handsome young man, exposing her wet patched bikini panties underneath her small skirt to him. She noticed an obvious bulge in the front of his pants as she turned and slowly drew her eyes up his body, up to his slightly flushed face. She winked at him and dropping the lipstick in her hand to the floor. She bent over, slowly, letting the hem of her skirt ever so slowly inch up her ass as she bent. She held her pose, legs spread, ass peaking out from under her skirt. She heard his footsteps draw him closer, but she didn’t turn to look, simply held her pose.
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