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Author; Ace, Storyace
Title; The elevator
M/F interr rom
I hope "Romance" doesn't mean "Boring". I don't think it does in this story.
Summery; My narrator is stuck in the elevator for hours with his new boss. No prizes for guessing how they end up passing the time, but that's just the beginning.
The elevator; by Ace, 2001 M/F 5,300 words
The earthquake? Sure, I was here. Actually, I have a great earthquake story.
The whole office building I was working in ended up slightly tilted. The power went out, and I was stuck in the elevator with my new boss.
It was terrifying, I can tell you that. I've never been so afraid in my life, not even close.
As the main quake subsided, I found myself with my arms wrapped around my new boss, and her arms wrapped around me. I swear, it could've been a gorilla escaped from the zoo, and I think we would've ended up in the same position.
Ah yes, I can see your interest perking up. That's right, my new boss was a lady. A very beautiful lady.
That didn't mean I liked her. In fact, I almost hated her.
I should have had the job. While the district manager was sick, I was in charge of the whole division for three months; I kept everything running as smooth as clockwork. But when it was finally announced that he wouldn't be coming back to work, head office sends this WASP college girl to take charge.
Okay, she wasn't really a “girl”. She was about 30 years old at the time. A university type, though. She had no experience at the job, she was 15 years younger than me, and she was put in over my head. It was hard for me to accept. I figured she must have screwed somebody in the head office in Cincinnati.
Or maybe it was just racism, or heightism. Did you know that short guys like me are often passed over for promotion? And of course being black doesn’t help much in this firm, either. Marlene is tall, good-looking, and white.
Really tall, about five foot 11 inches. She should have been a model or something, instead of barging in here taking my job. She has the face for it. She used to wear heels, too. She could look down her pretty nose at nearly anyone with those heels on.
So there we were, grappling like a pair of wrestlers, leaning against one wall of the elevator. My eyeballs were level with her throat, and I could feel her tits against my shoulders. She only had small ones, but I was sure I could feel them anyway.
It was strange to be holding her like that. You normally only hug people that you have some affection for. And she was so tall and skinny; nice to look at, real nice. But not built for comfort.
We let go of each other and started our long wait for rescue.
The emergency lights went on in the elevator, but the mains were out.
We could hear screaming and shouting, and people running down the stairs evacuating the building for the first hour. The cell phone network was still working, and we tried to get through to the emergency services, but they were pretty jammed up. When we finally did get through, they told us we were a fairly low priority since we weren't in immediate danger. There were fires out there, and people trapped in collapsed buildings.
So we started to talk. She had only been with us for a couple of weeks at that time.
We talked business, first. Marlene asked me if our computer records were backed up somewhere safe. We discussed how we were going to get our offices out of the building, which would surely have to be knocked down, and how we were going to get things moving again. Of course, we had no way of knowing what had happened to the warehouse or the trucking fleet, so we couldn't get into any serious planning.
So as the emergency system batteries ran down, and the lights began to get dimmer, we started getting more and more personal. Marlene wasn't a bad person. She'd been married; she believed in marriage, but it hadn't worked for her. She wanted kids, but hadn't been able to get pregnant. Finally, her husband left her for a woman who could bear him children. Marlene had whipped out her degree, and hit the job market.
We turned out to agree about a surprising number of things, considering we were from opposite sides of the tracks; I had worked my way up into the office from the loading docks, and Marlene had got herself a degree in business management but thought she would actually spend her life raising kids.
It got quiet, and dark. We had the keep talking just to keep ourselves calm. And like I said, the whole damn building was leaning slightly. We sat on the floor and held hands. After awhile, she put her head on my shoulder. I put my arm around her, and I stroked her head. It was just a comfort thing, I sure didn't think I was going to end up screwing my gorgeous young white boss in the elevator.
Then the first aftershock came; it was incredibly terrifying, maybe more so than the first quake. We could feel the whole building swaying from side to side, and we could hear things crashing and falling down.
Marlene started to shake uncontrollably, and she clutched me like her life depended on it. I was almost as afraid as she was, I think, but I put on a calm outward show and held her tight, and tried to reassure her.
I was hugging her close to me, and I was holding the back of her head in my hand. I really don't know how our lips came together; I don't know if it was her or me who started it. Maybe we both did it had once.
There was almost no light left by then, and I took my glasses off since I couldn't see much anyway. I knew what Marlene looked like; gray blue eyes, and chestnut hair to the shoulders. Exquisitely dressed, as always. Makeup, nails. All that stuff. You can still smell someone in the dark, though. And taste them, too. Marlene must have been about the last woman I’d have asked to spend six hours in an elevator with, but she did smell great, and her mouth was as sweet as any I’ve ever known.
We were just trying to fight off the fear and the dark. If your eyes are closed, you don't know if it's dark. And if your mouth is on someone else's mouth, and their tongue is moving in out of you, and yours in out of them, it distracts you from anything else that might be going on.
I suppose each of us kept expecting the other to call a stop to it; but we just kept going. Marlene had a really slim body. Great hips, if her tits were a bit on the small side. She kept running her hands over my arms and shoulders, and over my stomach and chest by the time it was completely dark in there. I was pretty surprised. I think she was just terrified, and she wasn’t thinking strait. A lady like Marlene doesn’t normally make out with a guy like me.
It wasn't the most romantic setting, that's for sure. But then again, I don't think Marlene and I would’ve ever found ourselves together in a romantic setting.
“Larry? Is this all right with you? Do you think we should?” She asked me at some point.
All right with me? Jesus, as if any man wouldn’t go for Marlene given half a chance. But she was my boss, and we might regret it, I was thinking.
“I suppose not.” I told her. “There must be 100 reasons why it's a bad idea.”
But neither one of us relaxed our grip on the other, and within ten seconds, we were kissing again. It just felt much better to me when I was kissing her; I knew it was stupid, I knew we would both regret it when this was over. But while I was exploring her mouth, while I was holding her tight, I could forget the terror. It must've been the same for Marlene.
And I suppose there was some actual fear of death; we were both charged with adrenaline, and had no other outlet than each other.
The emergency services were calling us back every half hour or so; as I said, Marlene was terrified, but she kept telling them that we could wait as long as there were other people who needed help more than we did. She impressed me a lot by telling them that.
And each time she put the phone back down, we picked up what we were doing again.
Somehow, just holding each other and kissing wasn't enough after a while. For either of us. She unbuttoned my shirt, and I unbuttoned hers. I unhooked her bra, and slipped it off her shoulders. I stroked her firm little breasts with my fingers, and I kissed them.
I must say I was surprised that she took it to the next level. A little hugging and kissing can be plastered over, but when we start handling genitalia, then an incident is a little harder to explain away.
I felt her hand feeling my cock through my trousers. I knew then that I was going to have her. I guess that's about the most exciting feeling a man can have; when you know that there's almost nothing that could happen that would prevent you from having this woman; a fresh, beautiful, woman. A woman you've never known before.
It was really a shame that I was unable to see her fine long white fingers wrapped around my black cock. I really didn't expect her to go down on me, but she did. The dark didn't bother me at all then; neither did the danger or the worry about the rest of the city. With Marlene's sweet lips around my dick, I didn't care about much.
“Good God, Marlene, that feels so good.” I told her.
“It feels nice for me, as well, Larry.” She answered, “It’s reassuring to know something is still working well in this town.”
“Marlene, I can promise you that’s one thing you can always rely on.” I said.
It's a strange thing, having your dick sucked on by a near stranger in total darkness. No one spoke for a while, as Marlene licked and sucked my cock and balls.
“Your dick is so hard, Larry.” Marlene said to me.
“It's so hard, it almost hurts.” I told her.
“Do you want me to stop?” She asked me.
“Hell, no! It's wonderful, Marlene. Wonderful.”
I wanted to return the favor, but she asked me not to. She said it was cold. I kissed her for a while more, and held her and stroked her. I groped around in the dark, and pulled off her panties. She held my dick in her hands, and then she guided me in.
It wasn't really great sex. I wish it was, but it wasn't, and that's the truth. We were just making the best of a bad situation. It was damned uncomfortable for her on the floor under me, and the whole position made it hard for me to perform.
But it felt great anyway. I’d been living alone for quite a while at that time, and I hadn’t had a woman in my arms for ages. I couldn’t see her, but that just made the feel of her body against mine that much more intense.
The floor was hard on my knees. I don't even know if she came; I think she did. She wasn’t the type of lady who would be used to doing it on a cold hard floor; she deserved better.
I rolled us over, so she was on top. It felt great to feel her rocking back and forth on me, it was really too bad it was so dark. I would've loved to see her during all of this.
She came then. I really liked that, and I held her tight to me and ran my hands over her cute little ass.
I managed to hold out, and she kept going, but there was nothing happening.
I started playing with her ass, feeling around her anus with my finger; that seemed to turn her on.
“It’s Ok, Larry.” She said to me after a while, “Let it out.”
“Are you sure?” I asked her.
“Yes, it’s OK. Let it out.”
I started bucking my hips, taking charge of the action from below; Marlene began to whimper a little, and I held out for her so we came together.
It was just wonderful to hold that sweet young high class thing tight as she came, while I blissfully injected her white skinny body with my cheap slime. She shuddered for a few seconds; I think it was pretty strong for her. It sure was for me.
We just cuddled in the dark afterwards for a while. We were both feeling better, but we suddenly didn’t have much left to say.
When we heard the firemen coming up the stairs, we got dressed as best we could. It was pretty funny, we were both kind of panicked, feeling around in the dark for our clothes, trying to tell by feel which was whose.
I wiped my face in case there was any makeup on it, but Marlene was a mess by then, and there was no disguising it. Those firemen were having a good laugh when they found us like that.
The next week, as we buckled down to the job of getting our division on the road again, Marlene and I had a talk; we agreed to forget what had happened, and concentrate on what we had to do. There was no possibility of a romance between her and me, that was clear.
She kept looking at me strangely; staring at my face and then looking away while we were talking. Somehow, I knew what she was thinking, and I said it out loud, to bring it into the open; “I suppose you're wondering how it could've happened. A tryst with a subordinate. And a short subordinate, at that.” I left the age and race things unsaid. After all, interracial relationships aren’t such a big deal these days, and lots of women go with men a decade older than themselves, if not a decade and a half.
“You're right, Larry. That is what I was thinking.”
“Don't worry, Marlene. We were just both afraid, I think anyone would be. We have our differences, but I want you to know that you can count on my discretion. It was between you and I, and that's how it’ll stay as far as I'm concerned. Now let's put it behind us, and get back to work.”
“Thank you, Larry.” She told me, “I thought you were a decent man, and I'm glad that I was right.” And she gave me a last little peck on my mouth to remember her by.
I still wasn't so wild about her. I didn't hate her like I did, but I still resented her being in what I thought should have been my job. And I didn't like a lot of the decisions she was making, either. She was a damned fine woman, and she wasn't stupid. But we had absolutely nothing in common, and we both agreed on that, if not much else.
It was hard to forget the fact that we'd done it. Sometimes, when I'd see her moving around in the office, looking like a million bucks, I'd remember how her body had felt against mine. I’d remember how those perfect pink lips had sucked my black cock in the dark. A man can’t help but fantasize. But I worked on it, and after a few months, she was just my boss again. And we were even getting on all right.
In fact, we made a great team. Marlene took care of relations with head office, financing, and conceptual work. I ran the nuts and bolts of the business; stock, delivery schedules, hiring and firing, all that stuff. Our division had the fastest growth ever during that period, actually.
Then she told me she was pregnant.
I asked her if she was sure it was me. She said I was the only one she'd been with for the whole last year. That made me feel sorry for her. She deserved to have a nice guy, I thought. I'd always thought that a tall good looking white yuppie with a Porsche would turn up and sweep her off her feet one day.
She said she wanted to keep the baby. She didn't know if she'd ever get pregnant again, this might be her only chance.
And, she believed a child should have a father. Marlene totally disapproved of the breakdown in family values. She believed that if a man made a woman pregnant, he should marry her.
And so did I.
So we got married.
We knew each other well by then, as friends and colleagues. But we'd never been romantic. Except that one time, of course. It was very frightening for both of us, but it was what we both believed in.
I think neither one of us really believed that we were really going to do it. But we both had our convictions, and neither of us would call it off. I guess we each thought the other would back out at the last minute.
It was a funny thing in the church, but when the priest said, “You may now kiss the bride”, it was true. I could, and I hadn't ever kissed her before except in complete darkness and fear, all those months previously. Now it was all bright and light. I was kissing her for the first time, again.
She wore this fancy lacy white wedding dress when we got married, and we spent the night in a hotel before going on our honeymoon in Acapulco. When we got there [the hotel], I wanted to make love with her. Hell, she was my wife, that's what newlyweds are supposed to do, right? And wanting to make love with Marlene was a pretty natural thing. I think any man would want to make love with Marlene. What I wasn't sure of is whether Marlene would want to make love with me. We were afraid, but we weren't in the dark. It wasn't death we had to fear now; it was the unlikely relationship between the two of us. Three of us, soon.
We weren't in love, but we wanted to be. We were married, and we were having a baby. Being in love would be good. Neither of us said it in so many words, but we wanted to make love, literally.
She did look amazing that wedding dress. There's something about a white wedding dress that makes a woman look incredibly appealing to me. She had just a tiny bit of bulge showing by then, but I wasn't put off by it. It was the product of our love [well, our something], in her womb, and it just made me feel stronger about her. I don't think I can say I loved her at that moment; but I was prepared to. If nothing happened to stop it, I could love her. Of course, it isn't difficult to fall in love with an intelligent and beautiful woman like Marlene. But I was far from sure if she could love me. I'm a decent guy, but let's face it; I was one and a half times her age, earning less money than her, and shorter than her. Never mind the race thing, that's a matter of taste. A beauty like Marlene, with personality and charm to match, a university degree and a good job, had a wide choice of possible husbands. The only reason it was me was due to her belief that the producer of the sperm should take part in the raising of the child. And to do so successfully, a relationship with the mother was required. A relationship called marriage.
So I took my new bride in my arms, and I held her slim body to my own for the first time since the elevator. She was afraid, I could feel it in her body. We sat on the bed together, and I held her and stroked her like I had done before. We kissed, and after a while we both started to relax. I don't know what it is about sharing oral fluids that seems to take the tension out; maybe some scientist will figure it out some day. I started taking the dress off of her; getting one of those things off of a woman isn't something you could do in a hurry, even if you wanted to. She was willing. Willing to have sex with me, that is. That was kind of a relief to me, but I was worried that she was just going to do it out of some sense of duty. She’d married me out of her conviction; her belief in family values and all that. I didn't much like the idea that she might be letting me make love with her just out of a sense of duty. But by God, she was sexy. And she was my wife. I had every intention of spending my life with his woman; I wanted her, I wanted her bad.
She was one fine looking bride, a long white lady in white lace. I didn’t like that she was taller than me, and I’d never really thought that mixed race marriages were a good idea. But she was damn fine, and she was carrying my baby. She was my wife, and I was willing to try hard to make it work.
I treated her as well as I knew how. I kissed her everywhere. We had to work together to get most of the dress off, but we left the sexy underwear on her. That was a real treat for me; I’d never done it with a lady dressed up like that.
It was good to be able to see her. While we made love, I mean. I had never realized just how beautiful she was; none of those magazine girls could hold a candle to my Marlene. It was a bit scary; I knew she was way, way, too good for me. The only reason she was my wife was because of an accident. She believed in our marriage, but how could I be sure that was enough? I swore to myself right then and there that I would do everything I could to make this work; I would take those wedding vows seriously, not just about being true to her; But to love her, honor her, and care for her as best as I possibly could.
I rubbed her feet and kissed her skinny white ass. She liked that, so did I.
She let me lick her out, and I enjoyed doing it. But oh lord, did I want to wet my willy by then. I sat back and took a good look at her first. She had those long skinny legs spread out, and she was wearing white silk stockings and a garter belt. She still had those funny white half gloves on from the service, and her headdress. This couldn’t be my wife, I was thinking, no way.
But when I got on top of her, and she put me inside herself again, then I could almost believe. She was wet inside, I was really happy about that. If I could turn her on sexually, I was thinking, maybe this could all work. If Marlene could look at me and think to herself that I was a good looking man, a man she could love, then maybe it could all work after all.
I'd never been married before, so it was all new to me. I'd never held a woman in my arms and thought to myself that I would be holding this woman in my arms from now on.
Still, I felt that I was making love with a complete stranger. I didn't know her at all, not really. We worked together, we had talked a lot, and we had had that one strange coupling while battling our terror in the dark elevator. But I didn't really know her as a person, as a lover.
She wrapped her long white body around my short black one, and around my cock. I screwed her and looked in her eyes, trying to see what she was feeling. But I didn't know her well enough for that, that would take more time. Being able to see what she was feeling, I mean. The screwing part went quite well.
She came, and that made me happy. She came good, there was no doubt about it. I came soon after, and then we just lay around together for a while. Suddenly, I felt so comfortable with her; I was a bit relieved at that. I was afraid that she’d go funny after sex, like she had after the elevator. After a while, I started stroking her body again. Shit, I was thinking, if this works I'll be the luckiest man alive.
We kissed, and I was running my hands up and down her legs, and around her little white ass. She shuffled down, and started sucking on my dick again. Well, a pretty smiling white girl wearing a wedding veil with a big black dick in her mouth is one fine sight. If it’s your dick and your wife, then it’s even better. I got hard again, and that hasn't happened to me since I was 18 years old. After that, we just did it and did it, we were rocking until late in the night. I don't know how many times she came, but I found I was loving her more each time. I figured if I can make her come like that, she must like me. There must be more between us than just that baby growing inside her.
Marlene and I weren't kids anymore. We did it during our honeymoon a lot, but not much after that until young Lenny was almost a year old. The funny thing is, we just kept getting happier and happier with each other. Sex or no sex, there was real affection there.
There was that one time, though, when she was about five months along. The pregnancy was hard on Marlene; her thin body didn't seem to be really made for bearing children. I always did my best to make her comfortable. She had to eat about six times a day, because there was no room for her stomach in there anymore. We were both still working, and I did most of the housework and cooking since she was so exhausted at the end of the day.
And I always made sure to show her plenty of affection; I'd hold her hand, or massage her back while we were watching TV in the evening, things like that. I always gave her plenty of hugs. We were trying to do something really difficult; we were two strangers who were trying to start a family together.
Anyhow, we were just cuddling on the couch, and we started kissing. We hadn't kissed much, not the real sensuous kind of kissing, since our honeymoon. Things just kind of progressed, and I told her I loved her. That was the first time that I’d ever said it.
She looked kind of shocked, and I think I did to. I hadn't even realized that I'd never told her before. Maybe it was the first time I really felt that way. I kissed her, and I told her again; “I love you.”
It’s a funny thing, but it was a little frightening to say it. It’s funny that it would be frightening to me, since we were already married, and she was pretty swollen with our child. But I felt it at that moment, and I said it, and I was glad I did.
She started to cry. I suppose the hormones must have had something to do with it.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I asked her, holding her to myself; “Why does it make you cry when I tell you that?”
“You're so good to me, Larry.” She told me, “No one has ever treated me like you do. You make me so happy, I'm so glad I have you.” And she threw her arms around me and she started to kiss me like there was no tomorrow.
She was pulling on my dick again in short order, and her nipples were standing up hard and proud. I always loved to say that when she was lying down, she wasn't taller than me; but when she was five months on, I couldn’t say that anymore. I rubbed her and kissed her, I went down on her. She came, and I felt like I had come already. But then she went down on me, too.
It’s such a pretty thing, when my wife sucks my dick. I just love her so much, and I know that. But the way she loves sucking my dick lets me know she loves me, too.
Then she said it. She took my dick out of her mouth for a moment, and says to me; “I love you, Larry.” Looking me right in the eyes. Then she went down on me again.
Everyone had said it would never work. Both of our families and all of our friends kept telling us not to do it, get married I mean. How could a woman who looks like Marlene fall for a man who looks like me? Okay, I'm not downright ugly, but you should see Marlene.
But there's more to this love thing than looks. Okay, it usually starts out with looks. But I tell you, looks aren't what make it work. It's about really caring, offering yourself to the other person. It's about being willing to do the work, and compromise yourself if necessary. It's about commitment; not just the promise that you're going to stick around and not have sex with other people, but also the commitment to really try to make someone else happy. I work hard every day to make Marlene happy, and it makes me feel at least as good as it makes her feel.
It turns out it doesn't matter we had nothing in common. It’s kept things from getting boring, if anything. I wouldn't trade Marlene for any woman on this planet, I can tell you that.
We made love, right there on the couch. That was the only time we did it when she was really pregnant, because it made her little bit afraid. Actually, I was more afraid and she was, I think. I didn't want to do anything that might be dangerous to our baby. But I screwed her loving and gentle, until it was late. It was like our first time together all over again, after we both said the “L” word. I'm telling you, you should try it some time. I've always enjoyed sex, but sex with love is like cake with frosting. When my wife comes in my arms, the feeling I get it is hard to describe. It's the greatest, just the greatest. You can have your snowboarding and bungee jumping, I know how I get my thrills; just holding my wife in my arms is enough for me.
Henry's five years old now, and Marlene didn't get pregnant again. but we don't plan to stop trying.
We sure are having a lot of fun trying!
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