Elevator Dreaming

Elevator Dreaming

Sarah clutched her bag tightly as she entered the little metal machine that would take her floors up. Her nerves were shot and she was feeling shaky.

How she loathed these stupid elevators.

Rushing in with the smell of sweet cologne, a tall man entered the tiny space. Sarah became all to aware of herself and him. His broad shoulders in his black suit, hands holding a brief case of leather. He seemed lost in thought.

Sarah's brown eyes stared at the stranger, a tad bit longer, a whole head taller then she, lightly bed messy brown hair, light shadow over his strong jaw. He switched his weight from one foot to the other, bashfully she quickly looks down.

Sarah closes her eyes, feeling the elevator jolt its way up, they seemed to be heading to same floor. Floor 22, so long away.

"My name's Johnson." He said, glancing over at her. His brown eyes intense as they roamed over her figure. She was glad for what she was wearing, white dress that dipped low at the neck, showing off her ample cleavage, her hair straight behind her flowing down her past her shoulders.

"Sarah." She croaked.

"Sarah, nice name." wicked smile graced his lips. Then abruptly the elevator stopped, two chatty older women entered on floor 3, dropping off at floor 5. He had inched closer to her, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his arm was brushing up against her's, as more people entered on floor 8, and everyone clearing out at floor 10. Half way up now and his arm had some how snaked around her waist, she did not stop him. Her breathe was silent as he leaned in dropping his brief case to the floor, letting his breathe warm her neck for a slight second. She was all to aware of his presence. Butterflies flew from her stomach down to her sex in a swoosh! He gently took the purse from her hands and placed it down.

"Sarah, let me please you?" he whispered in her ear.

Sarah could only nod.

'HOLY MOTHER OF HELL! WHAT THE FUCK!!!! '
Her face was red and she knew it. He took her wrists pinning them to the back wall pressing his face down into her neck. His kisses where fast as his lips and teeth tongue danced along her neck in a heated mess. He took her mouth hungrily, chest raising up to him, hips lifting as she stands on her tippy toes. He lets her wrists go and she wraps her fingers into his messy hair. Large hands roam down to her hips, bunching up her dress till she can feel her air around her thighs. He goes up even further, her white lace panties warm and wet with need. He takes his fingers and pulls them down till they hit around her ankles.

Moaning in anticipation, her eyes look up at floor 13, and it jolts to a stop. As the elevator doors begin to open, he slips his fingers in and she can help but to moan louder.

A few gasps and then the doors close, no one entered. Luckily.

Her hips moved in time with his fingers, riding hard. She is almost there, and he pulls out, a yelp leaves her mouth and he slams her back against the wall.

In a husky voice he whispers " Hold on" He lifts her up, she does not know when but he is slipping himself inside her.

Dizziness and need curl in her head, he is gripping her ass holding her up, legs wrapped around his waist tightly. Her back pushed on the wall, her hands holding onto the elevator railing.

Over and over he pounds hard, and fast into her, his fingers and hips gripping and grinding.

Sarah's head falls back and he sets her down pulling out and taking a folded hankie from his pocket cleaning himself off, and placing his "jr" away. Then he takes out the hankie from his chest pocket. The letter "J" embroidered on the edge.

"Keepsake, clean up sexy." He winks and the floor dings for floor 19. . .

Pulling up her panties and down her dress, fixing her hair.

DING floor 22.

Sarah looks around, and there is Johnson standing on the other side of the elevator as if nothing happened. She smiles at him and he looks her way.

"Ma'am you ok?' He was still gripping the brief case. when did he pick that up?

"Ummm I'm fine, Thank you Johnson."

His eyebrows furrowed and he looked confused. "My name is not Johnson, ma'am. I'm Robinson."

Her face flushed, and she looked again at his clearly none sweaty and his clearly not just has sex attair. He held open the elevator doors open and she stepped out onto the floor, her face flushed beet red. He laughed and then said
 "Johnson, the name on the brief case! That's why you called me that..." His smile was grand and she flushed pink all over again.

"You can call me, Johnson if you like though miss." He winked at her as he walked off he waved.

She stumbled to walk the other way to her office.

"HEY! Thanks for the good time Sarah!" She turned around quickly almost falling over. Down the hall she only saw his frame growing smaller...

"Sarah! don't fall! over here!" She turned back round to see her friend Hanna beaming at her. "Robinson is a cutie huh! Come on we have work to do"

Did she just imagine herself fucking a random dude, to the point where she thought it was real?

Sarah sighed and couldn't help but to feel her own lameness surround her. That's it tonight no more watching Mexican novellas and time to get a vibrating buddy!

Fin