It’s a crowded elevator, in one of those interminably tall city buildings, and you, of course, work very near the top floor. You’re being squished between crowds of people. A wonderful start to the day, you think.
Suddenly, you feel it. There, again! Definitely more than just accidental contact. A pair of hands is stroking your ass through your skirt. You’d normally be offended, but the contact feels so good, strong, yet tender. This is not aggressive groping. These hands are exploring the contours of your butt as though it were a work of art. Stifling a low moan, you push ever so slightly back into the hands, and are rewarded with more vigorous stroking. Because of the crowd in the elevator, you can’t turn your head to see who it is that is feeling you up.
The hands are becoming bolder now, lifting your skirt up and feeling your bare flesh. You sigh softly, hoping no one notices. No one does – at this time, in this situation, everyone is looking straight ahead, wrapped up in their own thoughts. The fingers trace around the lacy edges of your panties. You feel hot, sweet smelling breath on the back of your neck and in your hair. It feels incredible, and you feel your panties getting soaked as your pussy grows wetter and wetter.
The elevator continues to ascend. The hands now push down your panties slowly, sliding them over the smooth curves of your butt. You’re amazed that no one seems to notice – all you can focus on is the delicious sensation of being felt up, and the growing wetness between your legs. One of the hands now slides up beneath your skirt and begins stroking your pussy from behind. You try to stifle a gasp, ending up with a slight hiccup. You’re finding it harder and harder to concentrate.
But you know that this is hardly a fair situation, Reaching your hand back, you feel for the hard lump you know is there. You hear a low grunt as your hand finds the hard shaft in the dress slacks. Somehow, you manage to squeeze and stroke it without disturbing the other passengers.
The elevator dings and the doors open. Some people get out, and some get on. As the car unloads, you feel the hands between your legs gently pull you back towards the corner of the elevator. You’re amazed that no one can see. However, you soon realize in this position, your coat and bag are helping to shield your activities from obvious detection. The hands lift up your long skirt from behind and continue their assault on your pussy. The fingers are also returning to your ass. In this position, in the corner of the elevator, no one but you knows what is going on. You gently ease the zipper down on the pants behind you and pull the hard flesh out, stroking all around the knob with your thumb. You grin as the finger pushing into your pussy increases its tempo.
The elevator stops again, and more people get out and in as the hands continue working on you and you continue working on the cock behind you. Your pussy feels like it’s on fire, and your body aches with need. You can’t stand it anymore, you need to feel something more than this maddening, teasing stroking. Releasing the cock behind you, you reach into your purse and pull out the tube that you always keep in there just in case your plans have you staying somewhere other than home. You press the tube into the hand behind you. A long, maddening delay, and suddenly you feel the slickened head of a cock pressing against your asshole. You push back, and feel the hard shaft, slick with the lubricant, slide into your tight butt. Good thing you decided to wear heels today, you think. The extra height makes it easier to work the hard cock up inside you. Soon, it’s sunk balls deep into your ass. It starts moving against you, only very slight movements, but enough to do the job. You push back against the invading shaft, slowly, subtly, careful not to alert the others in the elevator. As the elevator ascends, more and more people get out, and fewer get in. Unconsciously, you push faster against the cock in your ass. It’s down to just three in the elevator you, the mystery cock in your ass, and one other man – not too old, not too young. You recognize him – he works on the same floor of your building.
The elevator rises up towards the top floor. You can see the other man looking at you, now obviously in the throes of ecstasy as you’re bouncing on the dick up your butt. The other man’s cock is obviously hard in his pants. He moves towards the control panel of the elevator and pulls the stop button. The car lurches to a halt, and as the other man turns around, you see that he has unzipped his pants and released his own cock. He moves towards you and you suck him into your mouth without a second’s hesitation. You’re being pounded from both ends as the elevator alarm sounds around you. It’s all too much, and you feel your orgasm rip through you like a tidal wave. Your screams are muffled by the cock in your mouth. Dimly, you’re aware of the sensation of hot jizz shooting up your butt. Then, more vividly, you’re aware of the salty flavor in your mouth. You almost let a little dribble out of your mouth, but catch it on your finger and push it back in.
The security intercom crackles, a voice asks if you’re OK. Slowly coming back to reality, you press the button and answer that everything is fine. The voice on the other end tells you that it may be a few hours before someone comes to get you out of the elevator. You ask why it’s going to take so long, and the voice on the other end tells you that they want to see the rest of the show. You spy the security camera in the other corner of the elevator. Smiling in understanding, you wave and tell them that it’s OK. Turning around, you see two cocks being fisted back to hardness. You lick your lips and unbutton your blouse . . .