Stuck in an Elevator

"No problem." She said as she reached for her waist an pulled the tank top up and off, using it to wipe her face and neck, leaving her in just the tiny spandex shorts and sports bra. "I still think you're lucky. If I could I'd lose the damn bra too. It's hot."

"Feel free." He said intending it to be a joke.

"Oh? You just wanna see my tits, huh? Typical guy."

"No. I didn't think you were serious."

"Yeah, I was. I'm hot."

"Yeah. You are." Bob mumbled, surprising even himself. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that out loud."

"But it's okay to think it?"

"Shouldn't do that either." He answered.

"Well, just between us, thanks. Sometimes I don't feel all that good looking."

He turned his head to look at her. "Seriously? You're incredibly pretty. Fit, trim, nice proportions, petite, pretty face, nice ass. Yeah, I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating crackers."

"That supposed to be a compliment?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Oh. Okay." She said, leaning back again. "Do me a favor. Keep your eyes closed a minute?"

"Sure." He answered, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the side again. He could hear her rusting next to him and wondered what she was up to, but as promised, he kept his eyes closed.

"Okay. You can open them." She said.

He looked over at her, her sports bra now laying on her pile of clothing and her tank top on again, rolled up and tied in a knot just below her breasts. Her full round breasts pushing the material out, each one with the additional bump of her obviously erect nipples.

"See if that's cooler." She said.

"Looks hotter." He said with chuckle. "But I don't think, that's what you meant."

"Not hardly." She said with a frown. "I'm surprised you haven't taken your shirt off."

"Didn't think it was fair." He answered. "You can't."

"I can. I just choose not to." She said as she looked at him. "So?"

"So what?"

"So, going to take your shirt off?"

"If you don't mind."

"I don't." She answered. He leaned forward and pulled his soggy t-shirt off, leaving him in just his boxers. "Nice. Not a bad body for a forty year old."

"Add ten."

"Oh. Didn't know. Sorry. Great bod for a fifty year old."

"Thanks." He said with a chuckle.

"So you're obviously not dating anyone." She said after a couple more silent minutes.

"Nope."

"Me neither."

"Uh huh." He answered as she leaned forward and dug in her bag, pulling out a bottle of water. She uncapped it and took a long swig and then held the bottle out for him. "Want some?"

"Maybe a sip." He said, taking the bottle and taking a slow sip before returning it to her.

"Let me guess. You don't want to use it all up? Thanks, but I think we'll live if we do."

"Probably."

"So. We're not dating. So I guess if you saw my body it wouldn't be like we were cheating on anyone, would we?"

"I don't suppose." He answered her.

She reached to her tank top and untied the knot under her breasts. She pulled the tank top up and off of her, using it to rub across her now bare breasts before letting it fall to her lap. Her breasts were tanned the same as the rest of her body, a light healthy looking tone, except for two small triangles of creamy white, each one with a round pink areola centered within and each areola with a hard protruding pink nipple.

"Very nice." He whispered, trying not to stare.

"Go ahead and look. It's not hurting my feelings." She said as she lay her head back.

He sat and watched her, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, making her breasts move equally, as she breathed. He could feel his cock growing in his shorts again, and reached in when he thought she wasn't looking to move it to a more comfortable, though no less obvious position.

"Looks big." She said quietly.

"What's that?" He asked, startled and not sure he really heard what he thought he had.

"Your dick. Looks big."

"Oh. Thanks." He mumbled, blushing again.

"Looks uncomfortable like that."

"Like what?"

"Stuck in your boxers like that. You can take em off if you want. I won't tell anyone."

Bob chuckled and shook his head.

"It's okay. Really. I see guy's cocks all the time."

"Oh? A fashion designer that does women's lingerie sees lots of guy's cocks?" He asked with a soft laugh.

"Well, yeah. I mean I work in an office that has lots of hot models walking around half dressed all the time. It's no big deal, I mean it's just another cock, right?"

"If you say so." He chuckled.

"No. I mean it. Tell you what. I'll take mine off first."

"Your what?" He asked in surprise as she pushed herself up from the floor, not at all sure she meant what he thought she did. She bent over, her ass pushing out at him as she pushed her tight shorts down, her now bare ass and pussy pushing out at him. He could see her full round, shaved lips pushing from between her legs, the slightest little bit of inner lip protruding. Her pussy looked wet as she lifted each foot to step out of the shorts, her motions pushing her pussy out at him even more and spreading it slightly as she worked the shorts over her shoes.

"Damn." He mumbled quietly as he stared at her pussy while she stood, her legs straight, bent at the waist, folding her shorts and placing them in her pile of clothing.

She moved her tank top and set it on the floor, squatting down with her knees apart before rolling herself around and sitting on the shirt so her pussy wasn't sitting on the carpet of the car. "There. You're turn." She said cheerfully.

"What if they turn the power back on?"

"Well, I've ridden this elevator enough times. I'm sure we'd have time to get something back on before we got to the bottom."

"This is crazy." He mumbled, still sitting.

"I'll do it for you if you want. But it does feel a lot better being naked."

"Fine," he said shaking his head. He stood up and pushed his boxers off, his long fat cock jutting out as he stood naked in the elevator car, his hardon bouncing with each beat of his pounding heart.

"Damn. That is big." She said quietly, staring openly at his engorged shaft and purple mushroom head.

"It's just a cock."

"No. That is NOT JUST a cock. That is a PERFECT cock!" She said, rolling to her knees in front of him. Without asking she reached both hands out to him and wrapped them around his shaft, her fingers unable to close around his girth and a two inches or more sticking out past the fingers of both hands. She stroked her hands slowly along the length of his shaft, one hand sliding over his mushroom head and then back down again.

"Oh damn." He grunted at her touch, not used to the touch of a woman after so long.

"Not hurting you am I?" She whispered.

"Oh. No. Definitely not hurting. But if you keep doing that I'm going to come."

"Already?"

"It's been two years since a woman has touched me like that."

"Oh. Well. Might as well enjoy it then." She said as she leaned her face toward him and engulfed his head with her lips.

"Oh damn." Bob groaned softly as she released one hand from his cock and began to slowly slide her mouth on and off his cock. He felt her tongue tease under his head and then push down again, his fat head pushing all the way to the entrance to her throat as her hand followed her lips, her saliva lubricating his shaft. He looked down at her long blond hair swinging in reaction to her bobbing motion, and then down past to see her hand between her legs as she knelt with her legs spread wide. "Ohhhh geez." He groaned again as she worked his cock with her hot mouth, sending tingles through his body.

He hadn't had another besides himself touch his cock since before Sally passed, and having this young lady working his cock was sending signals to his brain that he had almost forgotten existed. "OH god. I'm going to come." He warned her as he felt the warmth spreading through his body, his hips trying to move on their own in time with her strokes.

"Good." She said in an extremely brief moment. Her mouth immediately wrapped around his cock again and her bobbing head moved faster, if that were even possible. He felt her mouth vibrate as she moaned softly around him, his cock moments from explosion.

"SHIT!" He cried suddenly, his hips bucking to jam his cock into her mouth, gagging her momentarily as huge shot of cum lanced out of him into her hot wet mouth. She moaned again around him as his hips bucked again, and again, squirting shot after shot of cum into her mouth, which she eagerly sucked and swallowed, only pulling her mouth from his cock to catch her breath.

"Come down here." She said, reaching for his hand with one of hers, not letting go of his now shrinking cock. "On the floor."

"Uh huh." He grunted, only half paying attention with his mind still fogged in the aftermath of the powerful climax. He let her pull him down to the carpet on his back and then quickly moved over him, holding herself on all fours, her tits inches from his chest as she leaned her face toward his.

He felt her suck his lips gently, her tongue teasing his lips and encouraging him to open his mouth. He almost felt her smile as she pressed her lips to his, her tongue now teasing his. He tasted some of his own cum as her tongue played with his in his mouth, her body gently rocking on his, her nipples gently brushing against his chest.

"Make me come. Lick my pussy and make me come." She moaned softly, her lips practically brushing his as she whispered. "I want to feel your tongue in me and I want to feel your lips on my pussy. I want to feel you teasing my clit and making me come on your mouth."

Bob was long past thinking about anything but sex. He nodded and whispered yes, after which she pushed herself up and knee walked up his body until her shaved pussy was inches from his mouth. He reached for her ass and pulled her closer, inching her along until she was practically sitting on his chin. He squeezed her firm round ass cheeks as he spread her pussy with his tongue, pressing between her soft wet lips and teasing up between them toward her clit.

"Ohhhh my god yes." She cooed softly, leaning herself forward to rest brace her hands on the wall of the car and tilting her pussy so he had better access to her wet slit. Up and down he stroked, pushing his tongue deep into her and then dragging it along her pubic bone until he reached the juncture of her lips, and the shrouded clit hidden there. He moved his hands, reaching around her thighs, pulling her legs apart slightly and her lips apart with his fingers, exposing her clit to his teasing tongue.

Over and over he licked up her wet lips, teasing her clit over and over, first flicking it and then stroking it with the flat of his tongue. The more he stroked the less she was able to hold still, her hips rocking and wiggling on him as he drove her closer and closer to climax.

He long since lost track of how long he had been licking her pussy, but then he really wasn't that concerned. The aroma of her excitement and the sweet nectar that came with that excitement had him fully engrossed in making her climax the best he knew how. It was not unlike how he and Nancy had made love, each trying to outdo the other. He didn't know why she sucked his cock, and right now he didn't care. All he knew was the pussy on his mouth and the encouraging moans of pleasure she was emitting to his attentions.

"OH FUCK!" She squealed loudly. "GOD DAMN! I'M COOOOOMMMMIIINNNGGG!" Her legs trembled and her body gave little jerks and shudders as the orgasm ran up and down her body, her chest heaving for breath as she gasped in pleasure. "Ohhhh my god yessss." She moaned after nearly two minutes, her hips lifting her pussy off his face. She carefully knee walked back down his body, pausing to gently tease his lips with her hard nipples for nearly a full minute, letting his suck and lick her rock hard and still excited nipples.

Bob felt her wet pussy dragging along his body, pressing against him as she pushed back, finally running into his again rock hard cock. He didn't expect her to fuck him, especially after the climax he had just given her, but she moved one hand behind her, grasped his cock and lifted it so that his fat head engaged her sopping wet pussy.

"I wont if you don't want me to, but please, please don't say no." She moaned softly, pushing back against his engorged head, his fat mushroom pushing her lips apart as she pushed back harder. Bob lay there without saying a word, her hot pussy flowing heat into his engorged cock as she pushed harder against him. "God you're fat." She moaned as he finally spread her enough to enter her, his fat shaft spreading her tunnel and expanding her as she rocked on her knees, jabbing herself down on his cock in little short strokes.

Inch by inch she managed to work him, lubricating his shaft with her juices and working him deeper. She felt his head press against the end of her tunnel and then started rocking longer, pulling almost all the way off of him before slowly pushing back again. "Ohhhh damn you feel good." She moaned softly as she pushed herself on and off of his fat shaft.

"So do you." He gasped. "Oh lord you feel good on me."

"I'm glad." She whispered with a smile, bouncing herself on and off his shaft, in no hurry to push them too fast, but pushing him steadily up that slope regardless. He lifted his hands to her tits, cupping them and squeezing the firm round mounds. He ran his thumbs back and forth across her nipples, drawing a shudder from her body and making her push back a bit faster and harder against his cock. "God do that more." She moaned as she rocked faster, his teasing thumbs working her nipples gently. He lifted his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, stroking the other and teasing the one in his mouth with the tip of his tongue. "Oh lord you know how to turn a girl on." She moaned. "You keep doing that you're going to make me come again."

"Good." Bob answered with a smile to himself. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer anyway, the first pussy in two years quickly driving his cock toward another release. He concentrated on her nipples, trying not to think about the sensations radiating from his cock as she stroked herself on and off his shaft. He felt her quiver inside, squeezing his cock with her velvety soft tunnel, followed quickly by shudders and moans, but she continued to stroke on him, rocking her hips more, changing the angle every stroke and pushing him within fractions of climaxing.

"OH GOD!" He shouted suddenly, his hips bucking up off the floor so hard he lifted her off the ground. His cock shot a massive squirt of cum into her pussy, her own hips thrusting back hard on him, driving the two together harder than before. He felt his head smashed against her cervix and her clit grinding into the base of his cock as they both dissolved into jerks and shudders, her tunnel squeezing and milking his rigid shaft.

She collapsed on him, her chest heaving and her body still twitching and shaking on and around him as she panted for breath, her nipples digging into his chest with their hardness. "Oh damn that was intense." She whispered as she lay on him, his cock still twitching and oozing cum into her already full pussy.

"Uh huh." He agreed, wrapping his arms around her and gently stroking her soft skin. They lay there for long minutes, his cock finally softening and slipping out of her, but she made no move to get up.

"Why?" He whispered, knowing she knew what he wanted to know.

"Because if felt right. More right that any sex I've ever had. I don't know more than that."

"Okay." He answered, confused himself by how intense the sensations and the feelings he suddenly felt for her were. He felt as if he had known her his whole life, yet he knew he'd never seen her before today. He closed his eyes and felt her almost melt into him, her soft body pressing to his, contented little sighs escaping her lips.

He heard the fan on the car start and the lights flickered to life.

"Damn." He mumbled, not wanting to let go of her. "Time's up."

"Yeah. Seems that way. But we're not moving."

"No. I think we better get dressed though."

"Yeah." She said in obvious disappointment. She pushed off of him and stepped to her clothes while he got up. He should have hurried, he knew he needed to, but he just stood there, naked, watching her dress, watching her wiggle into her clothes. Only when she was done did he step into his own boxers, her turn to watch. He pulled on his t-shirt, his dress shirt and then finally his dress pants. Only after he had his shoes back on did the car suddenly start to move, dropping quickly to the first floor. The doors opened on the lobby of the high rise, people bustling about as if nothing had happened. The two of them stepped out of the car and others stepped in behind them, the car starting its journey up the building.

"So how long was the power out?" He asked a woman waiting at the elevator.

"Out? Power hasn't been out." She said giving him a curious look.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure. A little early in the day to be drinking isn't it?" She asked with a condescending scowl.

"Come on." Amanda said, looping her arm in his. "How about some dinner?"

"Sure. I'll buy."

"No need. If you don't mind I think I have some pasta and chicken at home. You like Chicken alfredo?"

"It's my favorite." He said looking down at her. "How did you know?"

"I didn't. I bought that stuff a few days ago on a whim and haven't gotten around to making it." She said with a shrug.

"Huh." He answered. "In that case. I've love to come over and have dinner with you. I don't have much to wear though. This suit is a bit stale."

"That's okay. I don't think clothes are on the menu anyway." She said with a smile as she turned him toward the exit. "If you're a good boy maybe I'll model a few of my creations for you later."

"I'd like that very much!" Bob answered. He couldn't help but notice the big clock over the glass doors showing five after four as they walked through them and out into the bright afternoon.