I stood impatiently waiting for the elevator to arrive. It had been a long day in the office and I was eager to get home. I’m not sure why, though. What was waiting for me? 30 minutes of aimless scrolling through Netflix before deciding instead on an early night? Hardly the fast life.Subscribe
After pressing the elevator button at least 12 times – as if that helps – the doors finally pinged open. I walked in, head down, staring at my phone. I took two steps into the elevator before realizing I was about to bump into someone.
“Oops, sorry,” I muttered as I quickly looked up, “I was in my own world.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I do it all the time,” replied the woman. Stood just a foot away, and I could smell her subtle perfume. I quickly stepped back into the corner.
“I didn’t expect to see anyone else here this late,” I said. It was, after all, gone 9 pm. Everyone sensible had gone home, clearly with more exciting things to fill their evenings with than I did. She smiled kindly while she reached across to push the button for the first floor.
The doors closed, and with it, the conversation. As we trundled down, I couldn’t help but notice more than the woman’s perfume. In the dull reflection of the elevator door, I could make out a pencil skirt hugging an attractive figure, and a dainty white blouse covered partially by a smart black blazer.
A sudden jolt knocked me out of my daydream, followed by an eerie silence. “Uh oh,” the woman muttered. “I think we’re stuck.”
“Try the emergency button.” We pressed it, and after about 15 rings, an operator finally picked up. After explaining the situation, the operator told us that an engineer would be sent out to fix the issue, but that they’d take at least an hour to arrive.
“Damn, there goes my evening,” I said, quietly thanking myself for using the bathroom on the way out.
“Anywhere you had to be?” asked the woman, who had so far seemed completely unbothered by the situation.
“Well, not really, I suppose. Just heading home and getting some food. How about you?”
“Well, I was planning on catching my husband before he heads out for his night shift.”
Husband. Damn.
“Shame. You’ll probably miss him,” I said quickly, trying not to show that I was dwelling on that information. “What’s your name, by the way, I never asked?”
“It’s Emily.”
“I’m Joel,” I replied, anticipating the question back. We simultaneously slid down the walls of the elevator to sit on the floor opposite each other, settling in for the long haul.
We chatted away for a few minutes, exchanging small talk. Emily told me she was an executive for a marketing agency on the floor above my office. I told her about the sportswear start-up I was working at.
“I thought you looked like you were a gym-goer,” said Emily with a wry smile, eyeing up my tight-fitting shirt. “How did you get into that line of work?”
“It was just me and a few friends spotting a gap in the market and going for it. We got the right product and the right brand, at the right time. It’s been up and up from there.”
Emily was an inquisitive talker. She asked me question after question like she was putting me through a job interview. Once she was satisfied she understood my career, my hobbies, and my exercise regime, she asked me who I had waiting for me at home.
“Err, well… no one,” I said, now casting her a wry smile. “I was engaged but called it off just a couple of months ago. It was the hardest decision of my life.”
Emily looked across at me, brushing her brunette hair away from her pretty face. She had deep brown eyes that welcomed you in, expressive eyebrows, and cute dimples. She looked a few years older than me. Late 30s, perhaps. “Oh I bet. It’s a massive decision. Well done for doing the brave thing”. Her eyebrows were moving gently as she spoke, casting a thousand words of empathy.
“I’m not sure about Brave, but it was certainly difficult.”
“What made you leave her, if you don’t mind me asking?”
I paused for a moment. “We just weren’t… compatible”, I replied, hesitantly. “I guess it felt like we’d just become friends or even roommates. To be honest, I was bored.”
“Ha, I know the feeling. If you don’t want boredom, don’t get married.”
I cast an eye up to her. The way she’d said it; there felt like a sudden change in energy. Was she hitting on me?
“Well, if you’re bored too, why don’t you do the brave thing, as you call it?”
“Well, Mr. Joel, aren’t you getting straight to the point!” She laughed, feigning anger. “If you must know, it’s crossed my mind. But I just don’t think I’m as brave as you are.”
“Ah, don’t be hard on yourself. I bet you are.”
“I don’t think so. I just don’t know if I have it in me. That’s what being married is about right, it’s the same old, no matter what…”
Her voice trailed off while she looked thoughtfully for a second, before adding “Maybe I just need someone to remind me what it’s like to be brave.”
Definitely flirting.
“Well, I’ll tell you what, Emily. What would you say to a friend who found themselves stuck in an elevator, with no one around for at least another hour, and who was complaining of being bored in their marriage?”
Emily paused for a moment, looked straight at me, and broke into another smile. “Straight to the point again! But… good question. I suppose it would depend on who was in the elevator with me. Or am I alone?”
“Hmmm. No, let’s say there’s one other person there. Who would you want to find yourself stuck with?”
“Well, hopefully, someone friendly. And patient of course, given how long things could take to get fixed. And I wouldn’t mind being stuck with someone who was brave …you know, in case I needed rescuing.” She paused for a moment longer and gave me a playful look. “Go on, your turn. Who would you want in the elevator with you?”
“Oh, I don’t know, my buddy Brian from accounts maybe.”
She laughed. “Well, I’d find that very disappointing.”
“On second thoughts,” I said, “Maybe I’d want someone who had a sense of adventure. Someone fun to be around, if you know anyone?”
As we spoke, we instinctively pushed our legs against each other. It was just the slightest of touches and yet it stirred butterflies deep down inside of me. I could sense the same in Emily.
“Hmm, maybe a few people. And what would this mystery girl look like, may I ask?”
“Girl? Now, I never said that….”
Slowly, she moved her hand up my outstretched leg, “Well, I am being presumptuous, aren’t I?”
The energy in the small cube of an elevator felt like it couldn’t go any higher. The urge to kiss her was overwhelming.
“Just good intuition,” I said, tickling the bottom of her outstretched leg next to me.
Emily put her head back against the elevator wall and closed her eyes. “Actually,” she said, “I think I’ve changed my mind. Maybe I’d be fine being stuck in an elevator all on my own.”
As she spoke, she slipped her hand inside her skirt, pushed it down between her legs, and started to move her fingers slowly in circles. She shut her eyes and drew a long breath.
I pushed myself towards her. “I’m not sure that’s true.” Sat next to her now, I pulled my hand up her leg, stroking around the bottom of her dress. I could hear her breath quicken.
She turned her head towards me, pulled me towards her, and kissed me. Lightly at first. We paused, she bit her lip, and kissed me again, this time with passion.
Before we knew it, we were stripping off our jackets while we pushed ourselves up against the wall of the elevator. Our animal instincts took over. Our lips and tongues locked together, I could feel my heart pounding as she slipped her hands down my back and into my underwear. I did the same to her, circling my fingers around the edge of her panties.
It was like we’d known each other our whole life. I stroked her back and unclipped her bra strap. Moving my hand around her front, I started to kiss her neck as I unbuttoned her blouse. She was untucking my shirt, willing me to take it off. I did so, and we paused before each other momentarily, smiling, admiring our half-naked bodies, which were both pulsing with energy.
I grabbed her arms and pushed them above her head, against the elevator wall. As I did so, I kissed her neck, and moved slowly down to her chest, lingering around her perfect breasts to lick her erect nipples. I kept kissing her further down, getting onto my knees as I pushed my tongue against the top of her panties.
“Take them off,” Emily whispered, almost begging me.
I ignored her and pushed my tongue against her panties, already feeling her wetness through the material. “Joel… just take them off. Please.”
I couldn’t wait any longer myself. I pulled them down to her ankles and snaked my tongue back up towards her. Emily let out a soft whimper as I ran my hands up the back of her legs and pushed my tongue up against her clit. She pushed her hips out towards me, willing for me to go deeper, breathing faster and faster.
She was so wet. She moaned more and more loudly. I wondered if anyone would be able to hear us through the walls of the elevator, not that I cared.
“Oh fuck, Joel, FUCK,” she screamed, willing my tongue to move faster and deeper. Her body was squirming, and I held her tighter still. Within just a few more seconds, she shouted “FUCK YES” and arched her back in brazen pleasure. A sudden wetness surrounded my mouth as she came.
“Your turn”, she said, once she had collected herself. She pulled down my pants and took my rock-hard cock into her hand. She was in no mood for teasing, and without hesitating she sucked deep down to the base of my shaft. She grabbed my ass and pulled me further into her throat. I thought I was going to cum within seconds, and had to remind myself to control my breathing. After a minute or two, she paused and looked up to me seductively, letting her spit drip off of my cock and down onto her face and chest.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed Emily by the hair and told her to stand up.
She put her arms around my neck as I picked her up by the hips and wrapped her legs around my waist. She was so wet that my cock immediately slipped inside of her. We thrust in perfect harmony, kissing each other and feeling each other’s hands across our backs. “Harder.” She commanded, and I did what I was told. I lifted her up and rested her ass against the rail that ran around the elevator, and felt my balls push up against her as I went in as deeply as I could go.
We fucked, hard. I kept thrusting, faster and faster, our breathing getting quicker with every second. Just as I couldn’t hold off any longer, I felt her pussy tighten around my cock as she orgasmed. She thrust her head back – desperately trying not to scream in ecstasy – and the sight of it made me come deep inside of her. My legs began to shake involuntarily as I kept cumming, completely overwhelmed by the intensity.
Neither of us wanted to let go. We held each other tightly for a minute or so, savoring the moment and catching our breath. Eventually, we pulled away from each other, cum dripping down her legs and onto the elevator floor.
“Fuck me, that was good,” Emily said.
“Fucking unbelievable,” I replied.
Emily kissed me again before leaning over to pick up her clothes, being careful to show off her ass to me.
Suddenly, a loud ding sounded from the emergency telecom. We both jumped in terror, before looking at each other and laughing. “Hello??” boomed a monotonous voice from the emergency speaker. “It’s the engineer here. Is anyone still stuck?”
I pushed the button to talk. “Yes, we’re still here. What took you so long?” Emily flashed me a smile, muttering that she wished it was longer.
“I’m going to go and reset the system. The lights will turn off for 30 seconds or so. Don’t be alarmed; most of the time that fixes the issue.”
Almost straight away, the lights went off. We took advantage of the darkness, groping around for each other like we were teenagers again. We kissed, giggling as we held each other.
Suddenly, the elevator lights came back on. “Shit!” Emily shouted, still half naked. We scrambled into our clothes just as the elevator sprang back into life. We’d just about cleared up the evidence by the time we reached the bottom.
The engineer, a short man with greying hair, barely registered us both shouting “Thanks!” as we half-ran out of the building and into the night, laughing as we went.
“You’d always be welcome around mine for a nightcap if you wanted?” I said suggestively, as we ambled into the parking lot.
“Oh… I shouldn’t really. I ought to get home,” replied Emily. “But maybe… we could go for round two in the car first? It is deserted in here, after all…”
“How could I say no to that?” I said as she put her arm around me. We walked slowly towards the car, and I started to wonder whether I had another round in me.
