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The Elevator
By Ickric (ick-ric@yahoo.co.uk)

***

Another in the "Joanne" series. Joanne meets an old 
flame in the shopping mall and decide to continue their 
chat in the coffee shop. On the way down, the elevator 
gets stuck and they renew old lusts in the lift. (MF, 
wife, cheat)

***

Joanne had decided to spend her Saturday in the 
shopping mall enjoying a little bit of retail therapy. 
After all, she deserved it. Her useless husband was a 
waste of space and her part time job was bringing in 
more income than he did full time. It was only fair 
that she was able to spend some of it on her.

She'd placed most of her shopping in a locker of the 
Gold lounge of her favourite department store. Then 
she'd gone off in pursuit of some sexy lingerie. In her 
mind, she imagined the hunky contractor, Steve, she'd 
recently enjoyed the company of. Until then, she'd 
never been unfaithful to her hubby but not only was he 
a loser in life, he was a loser in bed, too. Shame she 
hadn't realised before she said, "I do".

Joanne had bought herself a skimpy matching set which 
included a pretty, lacy black G string with an equally 
skimpy black lacy bra. She was imagining Steve helping 
her out of them at some point and the thoughts were 
making her wet between her legs.

Barely concentrating on her surroundings, she reached 
to top of the escalator and bumped into someone.

"Sorry," she said as though on auto pilot, looking up 
and seeing a pair of eyes she recognised instantly. It 
was Dave, her first real love and bed mate.

"Oh, Hiya," she beamed, her smile as the recognition 
struck her. They hugged like you would a long lost 
relative at the airport, Dave was as excited about 
seeing her. They'd met a few times since she'd been 
married, he even went to their wedding but the last 
time he'd seen her, she'd been with hubby (Who was 
looking like a lost puppy).

They talked as they walked, their conversation as open 
and chatty as it had ever been, like they'd been away 
on holiday, not a decade since they last spoke (or made 
love).

"Say, why don't we go for a coffee," she suggested and 
Dave was in complete agreement. He had only come to the 
mall to kill time until the pub opened at lunchtime. 
Maybe he could get her to come for a few drinks 
afterwards, the thought to himself.

Joanne led the way to her favourite department store 
which had cafeteria, heading for the lift as the café 
was on a different floor. Dave couldn't help but notice 
just how radiant Joanne looked. He still fancied her a 
decade (a marriage and two kids later) on and his eyes 
glazed over as he recalled the times they'd spent 
together. It was the fear of commitment that drove them 
apart, she rebounded straight into the arms of Matthew 
who she'd also date for many months before finding Mr 
Right (Yeah, right!) and getting married.

The lift emptied of shoppers and the pair of them 
entered the lift before hitting the button for the 
lower ground level. The doors closed on them and began 
its descent. Joanne was just about to reopen the 
conversation when the lift lurched and juddered, 
overbalancing her into Dave's arms. 

He caught her and she looked up at him, noticing his 
pale blue eyes and rugged smile. God, she still fancied 
him. Visions of Steve were superseded with memories of 
her and Dave romping between the sheets, a porno movie 
on in the background as they "joined in!"

"Are you OK?" he enquired, genuine concern in his 
voice. Joanne nodded and stood herself up. Dave pressed 
the alarm button and a few moments later the intercom 
was activated. Dave explained the situation and the 
security officer switched off the system whilst he made 
a 999 phone call.

Dave and Joanne made small talk, joking with each 
other. She wasn't great in enclosed spaces and Dave was 
thinking he needed a drink, some thing stronger than 
coffee, that's for sure.

Their general chit chat was interrupted by the security 
guy who had the misfortune of telling them that the 
fire service would be with them as soon as possible 
but, because of a fire at the local general hospital, 
there were no spare appliances to attend and it could 
be n excess of an hour before they arrived. He switched 
off the intercom before either of them could swear at 
him!

"What are we going to do for the next hour?" she asked 
him. Dave knew what he wanted but he held himself in 
check for the time being.

"What's in the bag?" he enquired. Joanne showed him the 
skimpy underwear she had recently purchased and Dave 
looked impressed. 

"Let's see what it looks like on" he urged her. Joanne 
declined at first but she was secretly excited about 
meeting Dave and the damp feeling between her legs from 
earlier had moved from damp to dripping. Dave convinced 
her that she hadn't got anything he hadn't seen before 
and, anyway, he'd look the other way. Almost convinced, 
she turned her back towards him and whipped her top of, 
unclipping her bra and putting the new one on in a 
movement so swift, if changing underwear was an Olympic 
sport, Joanne would have won Gold! 

She lifted her skirt and pulled down her briefs, 
stepping into the new ones and pulling them up. Dave 
got a brief glimpse of her buttocks and remembered the 
noise his balls had made bashing against her beautiful 
bottom as he'd entered her from behind. And the trouble 
he'd had entering her anus, she at the time was an anal 
virgin. 

Joanne unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor as 
she twirled round and Dave saw her in the flesh, some 
black lacy material barely covering her modesty. He 
felt the stirrings in his lap of an erection and all he 
could say was "Wow!"

"You like?" she said, licking her lips seductively. 
Dave smiled and was about to speak when the lift 
lurched momentarily, making her fall into his arms 
again, the suddenness taking them both by surprise. 
Dave threw his arms out to catch her and as he hugged 
her close, his actions had accidentally unclipped her 
bra. Neither of them knew this until she stood up and 
her bra fell down her arms to her feet.

"You are lovely," Dave said to her, taking in her 
breasts for the first time in over a decade. At first 
Joanne felt embarrassed but she was actually enjoying 
the experience. Dave held her close again and pressed 
his lips against hers.

"Stop, no," she protested between kisses. "I'm married 
now!" Dave continued to kiss her, slowly, deeply, 
passionately. His tongue began to probe her mouth and 
again she protested, this time with less authority. 

"Stop!" she moaned as he kissed her neck and worked his 
way up to her ear lobes, his tongue licking her more 
sensitive areas of her face, his warm breath increasing 
her own levels of arousal. His lips moved back to hers 
and she responded, her tongue now meeting his, her arms 
around his neck pulling him closer. 

Dave had moved a hand around from her back and had 
cupped one of her tits, the sensation almost causing 
him to ejaculate in his pants. Joanne moved a hand down 
to his crotch and felt the unmistakable feeling of his 
erection contained within his clothing. She pulled away 
from his kisses and dropped to her knees, hastily 
removing his trousers and pulling his briefs to his 
ankles, urgency in her movement. She remembered the 
enormity of his tool and the tell tale smell. 

Dave always lubed up quickly, pre cum on the tip of his 
dick almost instantly and a very strong masculine 
odour. Essence of testosterone Joanne had called it and 
it was unique to Dave (certainly from her long term 
relationships).

She touched his erect cock and it seemed only like 
yesterday since she'd last touched it, remembering 
every last throbbing vein. She quickly drew breath 
before placing it into her waiting mouth, tasting him 
and loving it. 

Dave was in heaven, this horny ex girlfriend now giving 
him head in a lift was a real turn on. There were no 
cctv in this lift, only an intercom and he could relax 
and enjoy. As always, she was an expert at sucking cock 
and in no time at all, he could feel himself 
approaching climax.

"I'm gonna cum," he warned her, stroking her lovely 
short dark hair. She looked up at him.

"Not in my mouth!" she implored. "You know I don't like 
waste."

"Shall I cum on your tits?" he asked. Joanne shook her 
head.

"Up your arse?" he suggested.

"No, don't waste it," she said again.

"It'll have to be your pussy then," he said. Joanne 
thought about it for a moment, her oral actions 
temporarily suspended, her left hand masturbating him. 
Dave noticed her left hand wanking him and it looked so 
sweet, her wedding ringed hand wanking him off. She was 
married and she was playing with his dick. 

"You mustn't," she said in a token attempt to stop him. 
They both knew she wanted him to make love to her. Dave 
stood her up and turned her around, Joanne leaned 
forward so her hands were on the lift wall and Dave 
removed her G string, helping her step out of them, 
sniffing the wetness of her new briefs.

With her arse stuck out in his general direction, 
together with her wiggle, Dave neared her with his 
erect cock. He placed his fingers around her warm wet 
cunt and his fingers probed at her. He moaned in 
pleasure as his fingers explored her inners, his expert 
fingers easily locating the areas that pleasured her 
most. Riding Joanne was like riding a bicycle.

She moaned with pleasure again as his fingers worked 
away at her pussy.

"Do it!" she commanded.

"Do what?" he teased her.

"Fuck me!" she ordered. "Fuck me like you used to. Fuck 
me like before!" Dave did not need a second invitation 
and his cock glided into her with ease. They both 
moaned in pleasure and he pushed himself gently deeper. 

"Oh, that feels so fucking good," she said out loud and 
Dave had to agree. Vaguely, in the distance, you could 
hear the store tannoy sending out sales messages about 
special offers but neither of them were that fussed, 
their attentions drawn to each other.

"Does your husband mind you doing this?" Dave asked as 
he pounded his meat deep into her. She groaned between 
her laboured breathing.

"Who cares?" she responded.

"Have you cheated on him before?" 

"Mmm, you bet," Joanne replied, thrusting her hips back 
into his. Dave's fingers found her clit and he 
stimulated it, frigging and fucking her.

"You're a bit of a randy bitch, aren't you?" Dave 
replied, his sensations increasing.

"Fuck me and I'll tell you," Joanne responded, her 
humour as dry as ever.

"When do you want me to stop?" Dave asked, his own 
breathing increasing.

"When hell freezes over" she panted. His fingers worked 
her clit and she pushed back against his love rod, the 
penetration as deep as it could be, her arousal 
intensifying as her climax built. Dave was trying to 
hold onto his climax but could not contain himself, his 
ejaculation catching Joanne by surprise and the thought 
of Dave's warm sticky spunk in her sent her over the 
top and her climax struck. 

Joanne's body seemed momentarily paralysed as her 
muscles contracted, her breathing suspended until the 
climax abated. She felt exhausted and as her muscles 
began to relax, she could feel Dave's heart rate 
pounding through the big vein in his dick which was 
still buried inside her.

"You've not lost your touch," Joanne said, smiling as 
she felt Dave's erection slide out of her with a 
slurping sound. 

"You could use a bit more practice," Dave jested with 
her. "When can we do it again?"

They both laughed and gathered their clothing. Dave 
picked up her old panties and stuffed them in his 
pocket, a little momento of his interaction with his 
horny ex girlfriend.

Joanne was clipping up her bra when a voice echoed down 
from above. It was the fire service. Dave and Joanne 
responded whilst dressing, their voices calm despite 
the slight panic. Panic soon lead to amusement and they 
laughed.

"Fancy a proper drink at the pub?" Dave said. Joanne 
smiled.

"Yes. Why not?" She was in no hurry to get back to her 
boring shit of a husband.

"Maybe we could do this again?" Dave suggested. Joanne 
assumed he did not mean going for a drink together. Her 
train of thought imagined how erotic it could be if she 
could have Dave while hubby watched. Or maybe if she 
were to invite Matthew, her boyfriend she'd dated after 
she'd split with Dave.

A wicked smile appeared on her face. What about both of 
them. Now there's a thought.

"You up for a challenge?" she said to Dave as the lift 
doors were prised apart.

"What sort of challenge?" he replied, curiosity getting 
the better of him.

"Buy me a drink, big boy, and I'll tell you," she said, 
giving his bum a playful squeeze before as the left the 
department store.

END

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