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Elevator
by Erophite (erophite@yahoo.com)

***

Derek and Kendra get stuck in the elevator at their 
apartment building. Kendra faints into his arms. While 
never building a relationship beyond that of just 
neighbors, Derek is very attracted to her and fights a 
losing battle to his libido. The rest wrote itself. 
(MF, nc, rp)

***

Author note: This story is pure fiction, the characters 
and events in no way reflect reality, and any 
similarities between this story and real events is 
purely unintentional.      

***

"That's funny," Derek, said as he repeatedly pressed 
the button for the lobby in the elevator, but the 
elevator didn't move. The car stopped just moments 
earlier and the two occupants figured the doors would 
open to let on new passengers. Kendra was standing on 
the other side of the sliding doors, her eyes widened 
and shifting rapidly as she clutched her leather purse 
tightly with both hands. Derek looked at her and 
noticed her fright. "A little claustrophobic, huh?" he 
asked. She nodded quickly, her eyes growing glassy. 

Derek opened the emergency telephone door and grabbed 
the phone and seconds later the scratchy voice of a 
security guard erupted from the receiver asking, "Can I 
help you?" 

"Yeah, the elevator stopped and we're stuck between the 
sixteenth and seventeenth floors," Derek explained.

"How many in the elevator car?"

"Just two."

"Well, you'll have to sit tight. Power's out in the 
building and we're running on backups. We have three 
other elevators to evacuate below you, so it'll take 
some time before we get you out." 

Kendra took in a sharp breath, grabbing Derek’s 
attention. Their eyes locked and Derek spoke into the 
receiver, "About how long do you think it'll take?"

"Two hours, three tops. Just flip the emergency stop 
switch and be patient, we'll be there in no time." The 
receiver went to static and Derek hung it up.

Kendra was noticeably shaking and breathing in quick 
little bursts. A tear had trickled down her cheek. 
Derek saw the drop hang from her chin and fall between 
her cleavage pressed tightly together by a maroon tube 
top.

"It'll be all right, try to calm down," Derek said 
softly trying to sooth her nerves. "Trust me this'll be 
over before you know it."

Suddenly the lights flickered and changed to a soft red 
glow, the elevator dropped a few feet drawing a shriek 
from Kendra and making Derek grab the railing. The 
squeal of metal on metal preceded the stopping of the 
car. Derek saw Kendra sway and her eyes roll to the 
back of her head, he caught her before she collapsed. 
Her soft warm body fell heavily into his arms, her face 
was pressed against his chest and her breasts were 
mashed into his stomach. He gently laid her limp body 
to the carpeted floor. 

Grabbing the emergency phone he screamed into the 
receiver, "What the fuck happened?"

Seconds later the same scratchy voice asked, "Are you 
all right up there?"

"I'm a little freaked out, we almost fucking fell!"

"The backups failed and we had to switch to the 
secondaries, didn't you flip the emergency stop switch 
like I asked?"

"I was just about to," Derek lied.

"Well, you just felt them kick in when the primary 
brakes lost power, just flip the switch and be 
patient."

"The other person up here just fainted," Derek informed 
the man.

"Just make sure they're breathing steadily and we'll be 
there in no time." The receiver switched to static.

Derek went over to Kendra and leaned his ear over her 
mouth. She was breathing deeply and steadily. He 
straightened out her body. Her knees were spread and 
her flimsy black skirt was bunched up, exposing her 
smooth tanned thighs. When straightening them his hands 
grazed her silky skin and Derek felt the hairs on his 
neck stand on end. He flushed the arousal out of his 
mind and finished moving her body into a more 
comfortable position.

She had dropped her purse when she fainted and the 
contents were sprawled throughout the elevator. Derek 
decided to clean it up and pack it back into her tiny 
purse. The mess was mainly comprised of makeup but he 
found her birth control pill container and a strip of 
six condoms. He crammed them all into her purse.

Kendra was dressed like she was going to a club. She 
had no bra on under her tube top, made apparent by her 
protruding nipples. Her skirt was a bit conservative, 
but her black strappy high heels made her legs look 
twice as long. Her blonde hair was a bit of a mess but 
still looked sexy (Derek didn't know if it was like 
that intentionally or due to her fall). Her makeup was 
tasteful and she smelled like ambrosia.

Derek sat across from her trying to distract himself. 
But after playing with his keys for fifteen minutes he 
felt compelled to check on Kendra. He brushed her long 
blonde hair with his hand and said her name. They had 
met several times in the lobby and Derek always figured 
she was out of his league. He reached down and gently 
shook her shoulder and said her name a little louder. 
Not a budge, not a moan, she was in another dimension.

His heart rate was quickening and he decided to take 
his actions to the next level. He knelt beside her and 
slipped his hand under her tube top and cupped her soft 
breast. He let his fingers strum over her erect nipple 
and rest between his thumb and index. His cock was 
raging. Lifting his hand he slowly stretched the tube 
top to rest under her tits. He let go and the material 
pushed her breasts up. 

Derek looked at her peaceful expression and had to kiss 
her tits. He brought his mouth to her breast and took 
in her stiff nipple. Swirling his tongue around it, he 
caressed the other, rolling her nipple between his 
fingers. He licked around it to pick up any slobber, 
just in case. He looked at her and saw no change in her 
expression.

He shimmied over to her waist and spread her legs wide. 
Getting between them he gently laid his hands on either 
thigh right below the hem of her flimsy skirt. Bending 
down he slowly dragged his hands over her thighs 
towards her waist, bringing with them her skirt. He 
looked up at her, seeing her angelic face between the 
two nipple topped peaks, raised high by the tube top. 

He brought his attention back to her crotch and inhaled 
deeply. The musky odor mixed with her perfume to make 
an intoxicating brew. Bunching the skirt passed her 
waist he saw her platinum colored g-string. The front 
was pulled upward and the string was lodged between her 
lips. 

Derek was hesitant to touch her. He knew he crossed the 
line when he groped her breast but this was something 
else. But the reflection of the soft red emergency 
light off the moistened corners of her labia pulled him 
forward. On autopilot he leaned forward and with an 
extended tongue he followed the length of her slit, 
feeling the submerged g-string between those glistening 
warm lips. 

Bringing his hand to move the string aside he gained 
access to her inner folds. He lapped her silky petals 
and stuck his tongue past her ring. He lifted her knees 
to get a better position to tongue fuck her. Her nectar 
made him drunk and he didn't even hesitate when the 
impulse to fuck her conquered his libido.

The only contribution from his conscience was the 
conviction to wear a condom. He had already taken his 
pants and boxers to his knees and was about to shove 
his cock into this helpless passed out neighbor when 
that small amount or reasoning held him back. He pulled 
her purse over and took one of the six condoms. He 
unwrapped it and rolled it down the length of his 
shaft.

Looking down at the unconscious girl below him Derek 
marveled at the soft red glow bathing her body with an 
alluring light. Everything was monochrome and only 
contrast distinguished nipple from breast, pussy from 
pubes and her perfect skin from her disheveled 
clothing.

He took his cock by the base and resting his weight on 
the other hand, he leaned forward. He slid his swollen 
helmet along the length of her slit, spreading her 
panic spawned juices. He swirled his member around her 
hole making it slick. Resting his mushroomed head at 
the entrance of her sex, Derek looked up at her face. 
He could almost detect a faint smile on her lips. He 
dismissed it as a trick of the light. 

He pressed down, slowly pivoting his weight from side 
to side the ridge of his cap slipped inside of her. Her 
warm folds welcomed him in as he moaned in pleasure. 
His senses were heightened by how wrong it was and the 
risk of being caught. He slid further in until his 
balls rested against her perineum. 

Beginning to pull out, the skin of his balls seemed to 
peel from her own flesh. The sensation made his 
immediately thrust back in causing his sack to slap 
against her. He pistoned into her more liberally, 
allowing himself the privilege of stroking her smooth 
thighs and massaging her tits. 

He looked over at the reflective metallic door of the 
elevator and saw himself impaling this girl, her eyes 
closed, her skirt hiked up and her legs spread. He saw 
his pale ass bathed in red rhythmically peeking out 
from behind the cover of her legs. He looked himself in 
the face; the red glow and the polished metal made him 
appear more like a machine than a man. But he was all 
flesh and sensation. Her slippery pussy lips, the 
massaging folds and her warm welcoming cunt that 
cheered his every thrust. Nothing existed anymore 
except his pleasure, and it was doubling every minute.

His balls began to tighten and the growing ember below 
his navel was a ball of fire making him clench his abs 
and his teeth. The pressure in his cock intensified the 
feeling. He seemed to detect every bit of flesh, every 
distinction in her vagina was magnified ten fold. The 
ball of flame rolled down and seemed to hide somewhere 
in his groin. 

For a moment he thought the ecstasy would continue for 
hours, but then like a juggernaut it overtook his 
entire being. Every muscle tensed, every nerve ending 
cried out in euphoria, his mind fused with his cock and 
he was dumping load after load into the tight confines 
of the latex condom. He thrust even harder into her, 
rocking her back and forth. The idea of waking her no 
longer restrained him and he bucked violently as the 
last few ropes of cum mixed with those that preceded 
them.

Miraculously she didn't stir. After he came he felt 
tremendously guilty. He wiped the frothy juices from 
her abused gash. He was about to wipe her cum on his 
jeans but then noticed it's pungent odor of sex. Not 
wanting to draw any attention in that direction, be 
brought his fingers to his mouth and swallowed every 
drop. 

After pulling on his own clothing, he took her perfume 
from her purse and sprayed a pump on the inside of her 
dress. Tying the end of the condom, he stuffed the 
spunk filled latex into the wrapper and shoved it into 
his back pocket. Then he straightened her clothing and 
her body and sat on the opposite end of the car.

He looked at his watch; only an hour had passed since 
the elevator first stopped. The next hour he spent torn 
between guilt and self-gratitude. There were times when 
he assured himself that he'd admit all he'd done to her 
when she awoke. Then there were times that he'd admit 
that given the chance he'd do it all over again. 

He stared at her, laying peacefully, no evidence that 
he had just fucked her helpless body. He smelled his 
finger, his mind awash in the memory of her sweet 
nectar. "Just one more quick taste," he thought and 
decided to slip his finger into her before their 
privacy was gone. 

He got up, knelt next to her, and just before he was 
about to pull her skirt to her waist, a loud thump 
sounded from above. He quickly scurried away from 
Kendra, back to his corner of the red-lit car. The 
hatch in the ceiling opened up and Derek had to shelter 
his eyes from the intense glow of the flashlight 
pouring down.

"Y'all right down there," came the scratchy voice from 
above. "She's still out cold huh?"

"Yeah, good to finally see you," Derek tried to mask 
his disappointment. The man hopped down and waved 
smelling salt in front of Kendra's nose. She awoke with 
a shake and was rather disoriented. A man above told 
the other men to hoist Kendra up and out of the car.

Derek, while lifting Kendra up, Derek looked up and saw 
inside her skirt. The g-string was lodged into her 
swollen lips and he detected the scent of his spunk 
masked over with perfume. His still deflating cock 
stirred in response.

They all climbed out to the seventeenth floor. The 
guards told them they had one more elevator to evacuate 
and left for the stairs. Kendra and Derek were left 
alone.

"The guard told me that if you weren't there, I 
could've really hurt myself during the fall," Kendra 
said to Derek, clutching her purse with both hands at 
her chest.

"Really, it was nothing... but I should tell you..." 
his mind raced, millions of scenarios flashed before 
his mind's eye, his conscience was booming for him to 
tell her. He looked her in her trusting eyes, her 
thankful expression and said, "If you weren't there, I 
don't know what I'd have done."

"You're too sweet," she said and stood on her tiptoes 
to his him on the cheek. "I'll have to make it up to 
you sometime." And she turned for the stairs.

Derek just stood there and watched her walk away. Maybe 
someday he'll confess to her. Maybe someday, he'd allow 
his conscience a voice, but not today.

Kendra was walking up the stairs toward her apartment. 
She was looking through her purse for her keys. She 
moved the condoms to the side and paused. She 
remembered having six.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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