The man looked over at her in surprise. "Oh," she said innocently, "the elevator seems to have stopped."
"Yes, it has," he replied politely, not wanting to appear rude by pointing out that she had been the one who had stopped it.
"I would imagine," she said huskily, "that it could get very. . . . .hot . . . in here. If the elevator doesn't start soon," she added.
The man swallowed. Things like this didn't happen to him. They happened to his friend, AJ. At least that's what AJ told him. Personally, he had always thought AJ was full of shit. Until now.
"I hope you don't mind," the woman said as she unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress. He could see that she wore a lacy, black brassiere. He ran his eyes over her shapely figure, wondering if her panties matched her bra. He reached out and ran the back of his fingers along the curve of her breast. She sighed with pleasure at his touch, closing her eyes and wetting her lips. She took a step torward him and placed her hand on his chest.
He reached out and unbuttoned her dress enough to push it off her shoulders. It pooled in a heap around her feet. He had been right about her panties. They did match her bra as well as the garters that held up her stockings. He grasped her hips and pulled her next to him, letting her feel his desire. He unfastened her bra, sliding it off her arms and tossing it to the floor. She whimpered as he bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth. He kissed his way down to her belly, sinking to his knees. He pulled her panties down her legs, holding her hand as he helped her step out of them. She stood before him in her black stockings and lacy garters, and stiletto heels. She took his breath away. He bent his head to the sweetness between her legs and ran his tongue along her cleft. She threw her head back and moaned at the sensation. She tossed her head back and forth in ecstasy as he worked his tongue in and out of her. She would have fallen to the floor when she came if he hadn't been holding her so tightly.
When she was finally coherent again, he pulled her down to the floor with him. She helped him unfasten his pants and push them off his hips. She straddled him, placing her hands on his shoulders and sinking down on his erection. He moaned as he entered her. She was so hot and wet. He kissed her passionately as he began to move in her slowly, repeatedly withdrawing almost completely before plunging himself deep within her again. He cried out as he spilled himself in her. They clung to each other until their breathing had begun to return to normal.
He helped her dress, holding her panties while she stepped into them and pulling them up. He kissed her shoulders as he fastened her bra, making her shiver. He buttoned her dress and pushed her hair back out of her face. She zipped and fastened his pants, smoothing the front of his shirt with her hand.
They faced the door as she reached out and started the elevator once again. They watched the floor indicators light up as strangers in elevators do. When the door opened onto the lobby, he stepped back allowing her to exit first. She found her way to the hotel bar and located her husband and his friends. "I can tell how you kept yourself entertained today," her husband said, handing her a drink and fingering the material of her new dress. She smiled at him as she sipped her wine. "Yes," she replied in her best corporate wife voice, "same old thing."
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