Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Elevator





Lynn stopped under the awning of her apartment building and wrung out her shirt. It was bad enough that it was hotter than Satan’s balls outside, but then it had to go and rain. And it wasn’t even one of those refreshing rains. 
It felt like some kind of cruel, unusual punishment for it to be that hot and rainy at the same time. The rain had stopped just as quickly as it started, but Lynn was now soaked to the bone and the humidity had kicked in. Lynn could imagine her hair looked a hot mess on her head now.
Knowing she wasn’t going to get any drier until she got out of her wet clothes, she hurried into the building. And began running when she saw the elevator doors slowly closing. If she didn’t make it on the rickety old death trap now, she would either have to wait forever for it to return, or take forever getting to her apartment by climbing the stairs.
“Hold the elevator please!” she shouted, desperately. She was almost there when her wet shoes slide across the floor. 
Shit, she thought to herself as she tried to gain her balance, I’m going to bust my face on the elevator doors.
Thankfully, the doors slid back open, and two large arms reached out and caught Lynn before she fell.
“Whoa!” a deep baritone voice said with a chuckle, “I’ve got you.”
Her gorgeous savior sat her back upright on her feet and she took a step back. 
“Thank you,” Lynn said. She wasn’t sure if the breathless tone in her voice was from almost falling, or the honey colored eyes staring at her. 
“My pleasure,” her hero said, as those mesmerizing eyes took her in from head to toe, lingering for an extra moment around her breast. There was no hiding the lacy red bra that was now on full display beneath her wet white crop top, nor her nipples that were getting harder by the second.
She took a moment to explore more than his eyes and liked what she saw in the strong jawline and dimple in his cheek when his face lit up with a smile full a mischief and promise of naughty delights. Then there were his broad shoulders, and wide chest above what she imagined were chiseled abs underneath the tight shirt that hugged his body. Her gaze dropped a little lower and her pulse quickened when she saw the distinct bulge pressed against his jeans. 
At the sound of the sexy stranger clearing his voice, Lynn’s head shot up. She felt her cheeks flush when she realized she’d been caught staring, but he didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Instead, his grin spread wider, causing that dimple to grow deeper in his cheek.
“What floor?” he asked.
“S-seven,” she said.
He turned and pressed the button for her floor and Lynn noticed the button for the tenth floor was already lit.
The elevator began it’s crawl up to their floors and they stood with a bit of distance in between them.
She turned to find him staring at her. 
“I’m Michael,” he said, holding his hand out to her.
“Lynn,” she said, placing her hand in his. 
They were still shaking hands when they elevator came to an abrupt stop, jerking Lynn forward into Michael’s arms. 
“Today must be my lucky day,” Michael teased, as Lynn stood up and backed out of his arm. She smiled and looked around. 
“I don’t think we’re moving.”
Michael looked around as well. “You’re right.”
Lynn quickly moved to the wall panel of the elevator, pushing the emergency call button along with the rest of the buttons. When there was no response, she began banging on the doors.
“Hello!” she shouted. “Is anyone out there?!”
“Are you okay?” Michael asked, leaning forward over her shoulder.
“I’m fine,” Lynn said. “Hello!” She banged on the doors louder.
“Hey,” Michael said, in a soothing tone. “It’s probably a power outage from the storm. Someone will figure out that the elevator isn’t moving eventually.”
She began pacing the small space.
“How long do you think that will take?” she asked.
“I honestly don’t know,” Michael said. “But it will be fine.”
“Is anyone in there?” 
Lynn rushed back to the door. “Yes! Can you get us out?”
“There was a mechanical error due to the power outage from the storm earlier. We’re going to get you out as soon as we can. But you may as well get comfortable in there. It may be a while,” the voice responded.
“What’s ‘a while’?” Michael asked.
“Well, our regular mechanic is on vacation. We’re calling someone else in, but they are at least two or three hours away, and there’s no telling how long it will take to get the elevator back working when he gets here, it could take a few more hours. Sit tight, you guys, we’re doing everything we can to get you out.”
Lynn’s chest began to feel tight and her breathing became shallow.
“Lynn,” Michael said, concerned. “It’s gonna be okay. Just stay calm, beautiful.”
“Calm, how can I be calm?” Lynn said through breaths. “He said we could be here for hours. Hours!”
“I know. But they said they are working to get us out. So there’s no need to panic.”
“I can’t stay in here for hours, I just can’t. I–”
Her frenzied words were lost when Michael palmed her face and covered his mouth over hers. Her eyes grew wide for a moment then drifted closed. His tongue probed the seam of her lips and she willingly opened her mouth beneath his. She was amazed, not just by the way his kiss lit her entire body on fire, but also by the way he took his time, tenderly kissing her as if they’d been lovers for a lifetime instead of strangers who’d only met a few minutes before.
Michael finally pulled away slowly and her eyes slid back open.
“Better?” he asked.
“Why…why did you do that?” she asked.
He shoved his hands in his pockets and took a step back, leaning against the wall across from her. He shrugged as he said, “You were kind of starting to freak out. It was the first thing I thought of that might calm you down.”
Lynn watched as he slid down to the floor.
“You should sit,” he suggested.
She stood there, still dazed from his kiss.
“Lynn,” Michael said. Every time he said her name, shivers of raced through her body and hit her straight between her legs. 
“What?” she finally said, looking down at him.
“You should sit,” he repeated.
She nodded and sat down next to him. She stretched her legs out and they touched his. She was about to move them away, when he reached out and touched her knee.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
He nodded, smiled and gave her leg a gentle pat. “Good. I was afraid you might pass out for a minute there.” He looked around the confined space. “Since it looks like we are going to be here a while, we should figure out some ways to pass the time.”
Lynn pulled her bag she’d had slung across her chest over her head and sat it down in between them. She began rummaging around, pulling things out. When an old condom fell out, she gasped, snatched it up quickly and threw it back into her purse. But she knew from the look on his face that he’d already seen it. 
“I…I’ve got a few snacks, in case we get hungry.” She sat them on the floor and Michael moved closer to her, intrigued. “A couple bottles of water. And I think…” she moved a few things around, and finally found what she’d been searching for, “…aha! A deck of playing cards.”
Michael looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Why do you have a deck of cards in your bag?”
Lynn shrugged her shoulders as she placed the snacks and water back into her bag. “You never know when you’re going…to…be…stuck somewhere,” she said slowly, before she began to laugh.
Michael joined in with her laughter. “Good point,” he said. He reached over and took the cards from her hand. “So, how about we start off with something simple?”
“What do you have in mind?” she asked, watching the gleam in his eye return. 
“High card gets to ask a question, loser has to answer honestly.”
“Okay,” Lynn said. “Let’s go for it.”
Michael shuffled the cards a few times before placing them on the floor in between them. “Lady’s first,” he said, pushing the cards toward her.
She lifted a card and placed it face up on the floor. “Eight,” she said, looking at him.
He blew his fingers and rubbed his hands together causing her to laugh out loud. He reached down slowly, picked up a card and peered at it. Then he cringed. “Maybe we should have played strip poker,” he teased as he placed his card next to hers, revealing a five.
Lynn laughed again. “Okay,” she said, thinking hard. “I’ll go easy on you for the first question. How long have you been living here?”
“Two years,” he replied.
“Really?” she responded, surprised. “I can’t believe I haven’t noticed you before.”
“I’ve noticed you,” Michael admitted. “And your boyfriend.”
“My…oh…” Lynn shook her head quickly. “We broke up months ago.”
“Yeah, I figured as much when I saw him leaving with a box of things one night.” He nudged her leg with his. “Come on, let’s keep playing.”
She reached forward to grab a card. 
“Wait.”
She stopped and looked up at him. “What?”
He grabbed the cards and split the stack into two decks. “Let’s flip at the same time.”
“Like War,” she said.
He winked at her and then said, “On three. One…”
“Two…” she said.
“Three!” they said together, then flipped their cards over. Lynn rolled her eyes when she got a two and Michael got a King.
“I think I just got hustled.”
“What?” he said, laughing hysterically. “These are your cards. If anyone should be worried about being hustled, it’s me!”
“Whatever,” she said, grinning. “Ask your damn question?”
He tapped his finger on his chin. “What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done?”
“Ziplining in Jamaica.”
“Wow,” he said, smiling. “So you’re a bit of an adrenaline junkie.”
“A little bit.”
They flipped their cards again, Lynn won. “Favorite food?”
“Pizza.”
Michael won next. “You ever stole anything?”
Lynn blew out a breath as she blushed. “Once, I was eight and stole a doll. My mama found out, whooped my ass and made me take it back to the store.”
“And she’s a rebel,” Michael joked.
“Hey, my days of crime ended after that.”
They went back and forth for a while asking and answering questions.
They got to the last two cards and Michael won. Her heart began pounding again when she saw that naughty look in his eyes again.
“Favorite sexual position?”
Feeling particularly bold, she smiled as she said, “I’m rather fond of the reverse cowgirl.”
“Is that right?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lynn gathered the cards and began to reshuffle them.
“We ran out of cards. Game over.”
“So do you want to play another round or do you have another game in mind?” he asked.
“We’ve gotten to know more about each other in the last hour than some people learn in long term relationships,” she said, smiling. “I think it’s time for a new game.”
“What do you want to play now?”
She shuffled the cards a few more times before looking him in the eyes. “I remember you mentioning strip poker earlier…”

***

Michael looked at Lynn and noticed the heated look in her eyes. When she’d fallen into the elevator and into his arms, his body instantly responded to her touch. And by the time he was kissing her to get her to relax, he knew he’d have to find away to explore more than just her luscious lips.
Now, here he was, stuck on the elevator with the beautiful woman he’d noticed for two years now, but never spoke to before, because she’d been taken. She was sitting next to him, making his mouth water in that sexy, wet shirt, her nipples nearly begging to be tasted and her cutoff shorts that showed off her tempting thick thighs.
During their game of questions, she’d pulled her wild hair into a messy bun, complaining that the humidity was making her hair look terrible. To him, it just enhanced her beauty. He wanted to take that band out, watch her hair tumble around her shoulders, then bury his hands into, gripping the strands as he kissed her again.
“Hey folks, how are you doing in there?”
They both looked up when they heard the voice above them. 
“We’re sitting tight, just like you suggested,” Michael called out. 
“I just wanted to give you an update. The mechanic we called is trying to come, but traffic is bad since it started raining again. It’s going to take him at least another two hours to get here.”
“Great,” Lynn whispered.
“Thanks for the update,” Michael said.
They sat in silence for several moments, before he looked at Lynn. “Sorry, looks like you’re stuck with me a little bit longer.”
“It could be worse,” Lynn mumbled. “I could be stuck with my stupid ex.”
“Why’d you break up?”
Lynn looked up at him, and Michael held up his hand. “You don’t have to answer, if you don’t want.”
“As much as we’ve shared already...” Lynn said with a small smile. “It’s okay.” She leaned her head back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. “I just woke up one day and realized, we were going absolutely nowhere. Plus he was a self-absorbed asshole.”
“Yeah, he seemed like a jerk,” Michael observed. 
“I thought that one day we’d get married, have a couple of kids. But when I brought it up, he just shrugged and said something like, ‘if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’. I ended it not long after that.”
“I saw you one day, on the rooftop garden,” Michael admitted. “You were sitting on one of the benches crying. I was going to ask if you were okay, but I didn’t want to intrude.”
“How come you never spoke to me after that?”
“This is one of the first times I’ve seen you since then,” he said.
“And now you know everything from my favorite color to my favorite sexual position.”
“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a reverse cowgirl fan,” he teased.
“No?” she asked with a sexy grin on her face.
He shook his head.
“What about you?” Lynn asked.
“You want to know my favorite sexual position?”
“I told you mine.”
He chuckled as he leaned back against the wall. “It would be much more fun if I showed you rather than told you.”
He didn’t feel the need to sugarcoat anything, or play coy. 
She stared at him for a moment, then he watched as her tongue darted out, nervously licking her lips.
“What about our game of poker?” she asked, looking down at the cards. 
Michael moved them out of the way and reached for Lynn. He pulled her onto his lap, knowing she could feel how hard his dick was. 
“Let’s just call it a draw, since we were both going to end up naked anyway,” he said huskily.
Lynn nodded as she leaned her face closer to his. “A draw…I can live with that.” Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his. 
He groaned when he felt her tongue touch his. He slid his hand under the damp shirt that had been clinging to her sexy body, and touched her soft skin.
“You’ve been driving me wild with this shirt…and this bra…” He pulled her top off and unsnapped her bra, shoving the straps off of her shoulders.
Lynn was just as aggressive as Michael was as she grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and yanked it over her head. She looked down and licked her lips. “It’s better than I imagined,” she said, running her nails across his stomach.
He quivered under her touch and he reached up and pulled the tie out of her hair, like he’d been wanting to do all this time. When her hair fell in her face, he pushed it back, digging his hands into it and tugged it causing her head to tilt back and expose her long neck. He began to kiss it, making his way down to her breast. 
He took one of the dusky nipples that had been calling out to him for hours into his mouth and sucked hard. A moan slid from her lips and she wrapped her hands around his head, letting him know she enjoyed the sensation of his tongue and teeth on her. He switched to the other breast, treating it with the same attention, then he pulled away and looked at her.
“Stand up,” he ordered.

****

Lynn did as Michael ordered and stood to her feet in front of him. He shifted his body, so that he was on his knees and her undid her shorts, pulling them down along with her thong. She looked down at him as he buried his face in between the junction of her thighs.
“Dammit,” he murmured, kissing her thighs. “I want to get inside of you right away. But you smell so fucking sweet, beautiful. I need to taste you.” He shifted their bodies, so her back was now against the wall. Then he grabbed one of her legs and lifted it, draping her thigh over his shoulder. He continued kissing her inner thigh, until he got to her center. 
Lynn let out a sigh with the first swipe of his tongue against her clit. Then he gave her an open mouth kiss so erotic, that she nearly came right then. Already she felt her knees going weak, but Michael’s grip on her waist was firm as he continued to love her with his mouth.
She opened her eyes to see their reflection in the mirror as he continued to lick and suck on her and it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. His head was bobbing up and down, side to side. The sight was almost too much, so she closed her eyes. 
“Michael,” she whimpered.
He pulled away, letting her leg fall to the floor. He grabbed her bag and turned it upside down, letting everything fall out. She watched as he picked up the condom and then stood and kissed her. 
He stepped back and quickly shed himself of his shoes, pants and underwear, then ripped open the condom and covered himself. 
“I saw you watching yourself while I tasted you,” he said, as he slid a finger inside of her. “Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“Good, I’m going to enjoy watching too,” he said, as he eased them both down back onto the floor. “Are you ready to find out my favorite position?” He asked giving her a smile that made her even wetter. 
She couldn’t speak, as he continued to stroke her with his fingers, so she just nodded. He kissed her hard, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth, before he whispered, “Turn around.”

***

Michael saw the look of recognition in Lynn’s eyes after he’d uttered those two words. She turned around and without him even having to tell her to, she bent over. Her ass was in the air and her legs were spread wide so he could see every inch of her pretty pussy. 
He gripped her hips and slowly pushed his way inside of her. He took his time, letting her body adjust to him. He slid in, pulled away, then slid back in even further. When he finally reached the hilt, he began pumping at a more steady rhythm. He looked up in the mirror and nearly came on the spot, when he realized she was already looking at him. Their eyes locked and it caused something savage inside of him to be unleashed. He reached down and wrapped her hair around his fist, as he sped up his pace. 
She moaned again, and arched her back, causing him to push even deeper into her.
“Michael!” she cried out and he felt her walls clamp down around his erection. He couldn’t hold in the growl that built up in his chest as her orgasm seem to ripple through her and into him. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist as he drove into her several more times. He stayed there bent over her for a moment, before pulling out and rolling onto his back. 
His entire body continued to tingle for minutes after.
He finally got the strength to open his eyes and looked over to find Lynn lying there breathing deeply with a sated look on her face. 
He rolled toward her and kissed her gently.
“As much as I would love to just pull you in my arms and hold you until we fall asleep, this probably isn’t the place to do that.”
He watched as a lazy grin spread across her face.
“You’re right,” she agreed. He could hear the sleepy tone in her voice, but she sat up, and moved some things around that he’d emptied out of her purse and handed him a pack of sanitary wipes and a small bag.
He smiled and shook his head. “You really do have everything in there.”

****

Several hours later, the whirring of the elevator jolted Lynn awake. After they’d gotten dressed again, they ate the snacks in her bag and fell asleep in each other's arms. Lynn looked up and saw the numbers on the elevator going down.
“Michael,” she said, sitting up and shaking him. “Michael, the elevator is moving! They fixed it!”
He stirred awake and rubbed his eyes. “Great.” 
Michael stood and held his hand out to help Lynn stand. The doors opened and the superintendent was standing there with the mechanic. 
“Are you two okay?” he asked.
“We’re fine,” Lynn said. “Thank you for getting us out of there.”
“No problem. I’m just sorry it took so long.”
I’m not, Lynn thought to herself. She glanced up at Michael and could tell by the dimple revealing smile that he thought the same thing.
“Well everything is good to go, you two enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Michael nodded, then hit the close door button on the elevator. He pressed the button to her floor, but not his.
As if reading her thoughts, he said, “I’d like to walk you to your place. Make sure you get there okay.”
Lynn nodded and smiled.
The elevator dinged on her floor and the doors slid open. Lynn led the way down the long corridor to her door.
She pulled out her keys, unlocked her door and turned to face him. 
“I…I enjoyed myself. Despite the circumstances.”
“So did I,” Michael said, stepping toward her. “And I’d love it if I could see you again.”
“I’d like that too,” Lynn replied. 
“Great, are you free this weekend?”
“Yeah, I’m free.”
“I’ll pick you up around eight?”
“You know my address,” Lynn said, smiling.
Michael returned her smile, and pulled her into his arms. “I'll see you Saturday.” He leaned down and gave her one final kiss that had her toes curling and her kitty purring.
Then he stepped away.
“I can't wait,” she said, stepping into her apartment.
“Make sure you lock up, beautiful.”
She nodded, closed the door and engaged the locks. She didn’t move until she heard his footsteps fade away onto the elevator. 
Lynn went and took a shower, thinking about the last few hours. Michael had given her the time of her life on that elevator, and it wasn’t just the sex. She’d enjoyed getting to know him, spending time with him, laughing with him.
But she’d be lying if she said what she craved the most from him right now, was his body over hers again, stroking her furiously until she screamed his name.
The knocking at her door nearly made her jump out of her skin. She wasn’t expecting anyone. She put on her bathrobe, and moved through the apartment to her front door. Her eyes widened in surprise when she looked through the peephole.
Quickly, she unlocked her door and opened it.
“Michael, what are you doing back–”
Michael stepped into the room crushing his mouth to Lynn’s. She quickly began kissing him with just as much fervor. 
Finally, needing to breath, he released his hold on her mouth and pressed his forehead to hers. 
“Saturday was too long to wait,” he said. “I need you again. Right now.”
Lynn slammed her door shut, then undid the the belt of her robe, letting it fall to the floor.
“What took you so long?”

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