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Lisa
by Notjoeking (address withheld)
***
A man has a flirty relationship with a co-worker. When
they get stuck in the elevator, they go to a whole new
level of intimacy. (MF, mast, voy, rom)
***
One very hot and humid Friday afternoon after a long
week at the office, I was hoping to make it to a nearby
bar in town before the inevitable late-day summer storm
struck. Listening to the ever-approaching thunder,
though, I severely doubted I'd make it. I was standing
waiting for the elevator with Doris, a nice enough
person but an absolute dog to look at. She must weigh
close to 300 pounds, she has a piggish face, thick
glasses, no style to her haircut or clothes, etc., etc.
You know the type. The elevator dinged as it reached our
floor (the 15th and top floor) and we got in.
Just as the doors were starting to close I heard Lisa
call out, "Hold the doors, please!"
Lisa sits in the cube opposite me. She's in her late
20s, 5' 5", slim, with small tits, a nice curvy ass,
stylishly cut dark brown hair that reaches a little
below her shoulders, delicate features, and the biggest,
most playful flirtatious blue eyes in which you could
ever hope to get lost.
In short, she's a major babe, and from her first day
with the company a couple of years previously, when I
fantasized about her kneeling under my desk and sucking
me off while I pretend to work, I have wanted to get
inside her pants. Since then she has lost about 10
pounds and gained an engagement ring, both of which have
made her even more desirable.
Although we never work on the same projects, we have
plenty of day-to-day contact as office neighbors and
we've developed a very playful relationship, with lots
of fairly overt sexual banter and double entendre. She
always wears elegant outfits, which are sometimes quite
alluring, such as short skirts, tight pants, or somewhat
low-cut tops, and a gentle sweet perfume, and she'll
often sit cross-legged on her chair, quite knowingly
flashing plenty of thigh my hungry way.
So when I heard her voice I very willingly put my arm
out to stop the elevator door from closing, and in she
skipped. The moment the doors closed, Doris said, "Oh,
damn it, I've forgotten my sunglasses. Stop the
elevator, please, Joe!" I quickly pressed the open door
button, and Doris said, "Don't wait for me. I'll take
the next elevator. Have a good weekend!" She got out, I
pressed 1, and the doors closed. What a stroke of luck!
Now instead of a ride in the elevator with the ugliest
dog in the company, here I was with sexy Lisa.
A couple of moments after we started our descent there
was an absolutely huge crack of thunder, the lights went
out, and the elevator stopped with a bump. The rather
dingy emergency lights soon came on, so we weren't in
complete darkness, but there was neither sound nor
movement.
"Oh, shit," we said, in unison, and then laughed. "That
sounded as though it hit the building, it was so loud,"
I said.
Lisa moved over to the console, opened the little door
in it, and picked up the emergency phone. "Oh, shit,"
she said again, but this time she didn't laugh. "The
fucking phone is dead. What are we going to do?" It was
already beginning to get warm in there. She dug in her
purse and pulled out her cell phone. "Not much of a
signal in here," she said, "and I don't have a ton of
battery, either. I'll see if I can reach anyone." She
pushed buttons for a few seconds, and then quietly put
the phone back in her purse. "I guess it's just you and
me, Joe," she said.
"Well, there's no need to look so miserable about it," I
replied. "It could be worse."
"How?"
"We came within an inch of having Doris in here with
us!" This made her laugh and laugh.
We sat on the floor (the carpet was none too clean) and
chatted about office gossip and stuff for maybe ten
minutes, enjoying each other's company. The elevator was
not large, maybe six feet by eight. As every minute
passed it was getting hotter and hotter. I took off my
tie and undid the top button on my shirt, but I could
tell that I was going to be very uncomfortable with a
bunch of clothes on. Lisa took a brochure for something
out of her purse and was using it to fan herself. I
wondered how long we'd be stuck in there, and was
allowing myself to hope that she might get so hot that
she'd have to take some clothes off.
She was wearing a fairly loose patterned yellow dress
and two-inch heels. I always make a point of checking
for the presence or absence of a strap across her back
to tell whether she's wearing a bra, and today, as luck
would have it, she wasn't.
I figured I'd speed things along, so I said, "Look, I
know it's going to get incredibly hot in here, so I'm
going to get as comfortable as I can." To tell the truth
I actually quite enjoy being in very high temperatures,
but I wasn't about to let pass this unique opportunity
to show off my physique in front of Lisa.
I unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and took it off,
followed by my shoes, socks, and pants. These I folded
neatly on the carpet and then I sat down on them,
leaning my back against the wall. I felt slightly less
hot with just my briefs on, but the sweat was already
trickling down the hollow between my pecs.
"Why, Joe, you dirty dog! Don't worry about anyone else
in here, will you? It's alright for you, but I'm not
wearing a bra under this dress."
Wonderful! She was already thinking about stripping off.
"I know," I said, smiling at her. She gave me a
quizzical look as if to ask how I knew, but then she
smiled back. I was enjoying this, and I could tell she
was too. "I don't mind," I said, trying to sound as off-
hand as possible.
"I bet you don't! Well, if I'm not going to melt
completely I suppose I shall have to give you a bit of a
show, too. You can look but no touch, got it? I'm not
going to do anything with you. I have a fiancι, as you
well know."
I agreed.
"Help me with the zipper, OK?" She turned away from me,
I stood up, and slid her zipper completely down. It was
very tempting to run my fingertips gently down her back,
but having just agreed to the look-but-no-touch thing, I
didn't want to piss her off. So I sat back down on my
folded pants to enjoy the view, cross-legged like a kid,
with my hands on my knees. I had a pretty good notion of
what was going to happen to my cock once she took her
dress off, so I allowed it plenty of room to expand.
Lisa shrugged the dress off her shoulders and for a
modest moment held it up with her hands, then she said
quietly, "Oh, what the fuck," and let it fall to the
floor.
I was a very happy man. She was absolutely stunning. Her
tits were quite a bit fuller than I had imagined they'd
be. Her nipples were fairly small and very dark, and
already erect. Her belly was just very slightly convex.
She wore lacy white boy-cut panties. Like me, she was
already sweating. "What are you gawping at?" she asked,
mock annoyed.
"You," I replied. "You're quite an eyeful, you know. You
might as well sit down, unless you prefer to stand." I
swear she maneuvered herself round to give me the best
possible view of her beautiful ass as she bent over to
slip her shoes off and position her folded dress on the
floor. The elevator was small enough that I could quite
easily have reached up and stroked her butt, but I
behaved myself.
She sat down directly opposite me with her knees drawn
up and her legs a fair way from closed, her weight back
on her hands on the floor behind her. I was glad to note
that there was not a trace of pubic hair growing down
the inside of her thighs, as I find that quite
unattractive. We sat in silence for a little while, just
looking at each other, enjoying what we were seeing,
smiling.
As I had suspected, it didn't take very long for a nice
big hard-on to appear all by itself in my briefs. (I'm
pretty well hung; I've been told by more than one woman
in my past that my dick is lengthier than most, although
not particularly fat). Nor did it take very long for
Lisa to notice it. "Jesus, Joe! You don't waste much
time, do you?"
"Sorry, doll. I can't help myself. You know I find you
incredibly sexy, and here you are sitting in front of me
in nothing but your panties. What do you expect?"
Suddenly the phone rang, making us both jump. Damn, I
thought, damn! Not yet, please, we don't need rescuing
yet. I answered it and relayed to Lisa what one of the
maintenance guys on the ground floor told me. The
building had indeed received a direct lightning hit and
the elevator engine up on the roof was completely fried.
As we were stuck between floors, they wouldn't be able
to get us out for at least an hour. I sounded as though
I was annoyed and disappointed on the phone, but inside
I was jumping for joy. A whole hour with a nearly-naked
Lisa and a hard-on! I knew for sure we wouldn't just be
sitting doing nothing while we waited. I hung up the
phone. "An hour! What are we going to do for an hour?" I
asked, trying not to grin too obviously.
"Hmm, I can't imagine," she replied, playing it very
cool. "Wait, I might have an idea, though. What happened
to that hard-on you weren't exactly trying to keep under
control?"
"Hmm. I can't imagine either! Let's see if I can find
it." I looked her full in the face and slowly reached
inside my underpants. "Aha. Here it is, right where I
suspected it would be." Although the erection had
subsided a little during the phone call, it was
returning with some vigor now we were concentrating on
each other again.
As though someone might overhear, very quietly she said,
"Show me, Joe. Let me see it." Keeping my gaze full in
her face I pulled my briefs down over my cock and balls.
She lowered her eyes to my dick, took a sharp inhale of
breath, and said, "Oh, Joe, that's beautiful."
"If you want to reconsider the no-touch thing
" I
suggested, but she was resolute.
"Nope. Bill is my man and although I haven't yet
publicly stated that I forsake all others, I forsake all
others. You and I will have no physical contact here in
this elevator today. Got it?" I nodded. She was almost
stern with me, but softened after her little outburst
and said, "That doesn't mean, however, that we can't
enjoy this terribly unfortunate predicament we find
ourselves in. God, your cock is really long!" She
lowered her voice again. "Rub it for me, go on."
"Anything to please a lady," I said. As my briefs were
pushing up against and constricting the underside of my
balls, I raised my ass a little and slid them right off.
Sweat is a great lubricant, so after wiping my hand on
my chest to get it nice and wet, I grasped my cock
lightly and started stroking. Lisa's eyes were glued to
my movements. I felt a little too passive sitting back
like that, so I knelt up. That way I could get a better
hip thrust going as I stroked my cock, and it put me
closer to her. It also gave her a better view. I really
wanted her to reciprocate, to show me her pussy and
masturbate, too, but I wasn't sure how to ask. "This is
really turning me on. I've never done anything like this
before," I said.
Her voice was low and throaty as she replied, "Agreed on
both counts." She was watching my cock like a hawk, and
I noticed that she had started rocking her pelvis
gently, in time with my movement. I wondered if she was
even aware of doing it. After a little while she shifted
her weight forwards: she brought her right hand up to
her knee and let it slide down her thigh towards her
crotch. A combination of excitement and sweat had turned
her panties practically transparent, promising untold
delight. It seemed as though she hardly knew what she
was doing, she appeared so transfixed by the sight of me
jerking off just a few inches from her face.
Her hand moved to her sex, which she started stroking
through the panties in rhythm with the pelvic movement
she was still picking up from me. "Oh, God, Joe. This is
beautiful." Her breath was already a little ragged. My
cock was hot and hard and red, stretching out towards
her sweet, pretty face each time I pulled back on it. I
was alternating between looking at her face, her tits,
and her hand. I wished the elevator was as bright as it
usually was.
She reached inside her panties and continued to rub her
sex, but as she was giving no indication of getting
further undressed, after a few more extremely enjoyable
minutes I said, "Um, maybe you could, uh, show me your
pussy?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, yes, of course, I should have realized.
Anything to please a gentleman," she said, taking her
eyes off my cock for a moment to glance up and smile at
me. She stood up. As I was still kneeling up, she was
now just a few inches from my face. She hooked her
thumbs into the waistband and very slowly eased her
panties down. Her pubic hair grew in a nice triangle,
and was trimmed very short, so I could clearly see her
swollen pussy lips and her clit, standing proud.
"Do you like this, Joe?" she asked, stepping daintily
out of her panties. She used the fingers of both hands
to spread her sex for my eager eyes. The diamond shape
was dark pink, and even in the dim light I could see the
sweet smooth juiciness she was creating. She resumed
rubbing her clit with her middle finger.
"Oh, yes, very much. You're quite beautiful, you know."
I'm such a visual creature that seeing her pussy almost
tipped me irrevocably over towards an orgasm. I knew
that the only way to avoid cumming right then was to
stop all manual stimulation for about fifteen seconds,
so I dropped my hand.
"Don't stop!" Lisa exhorted me. "Go on stroking your
cock." She was circling on her clit quite vigorously
now, breathing hard, flushed deep red in her face and
chest.
"Doll, I'll cum if I start again now. You've got me so
turned on I need to wait for a minute to let it
subside," I explained. "I want to delay the pleasure."
"No, I don't care. I want to see you cum! I want to
watch you cum now," she practically shouted.
"Well, okay, then," I said. "Anything to please a lady."
I smiled at Lisa again. "I don't know what I'm going to
do with my, um, produce."
"God, I can't believe I just said that, or that I'm even
doing this. I am SO TURNED ON! I might cum pretty soon
myself."
I took my cock in my hand once again and resumed
stroking it. As I had anticipated, my orgasm was very
close. It took just a few seconds for the ol' familiar
tingling build-up to start deep in my balls. The head of
my cock gets really big and really bright red just
before I cum, and Lisa did not fail to notice.
"Oh my God, he's going to detonate! Look out!" she
laughed. And detonate I did, with a great shout of
release, joy, and gratification. The thrill was immense.
My cum spurted up and out in thick, sticky globs, the
first of which flew through the air up to the level of
my chest and then dropped down toward Lisa in a graceful
parabola like a McDonald's arch. I don't think I have
ever shot so high.
She swayed back so it wouldn't hit her and we both
watched it land on the floor by her foot. With a smile
she said, "Don't you dare get any of that on me or on
my clothes!" I pointed my dick away from her, and
managed to catch most of the rest of my cum of which
there seemed to be an unusually large amount in my
left hand, shuddering and gasping as my orgasm subsided.
"Oh, God, Joe," she said, "that was incredible."
"You're telling me!" I replied.
"I won't be long now, I can tell," she said. The sperm
on my hand made for more great lubrication, and I
continued slowly stroking my cock while I watched Lisa
at work on her clit. The sight was absolutely wonderful,
and I really wished it was my fingers doing it. She was
still standing, her eyes were half-closed, and she was
rubbing feverishly.
She reached up with her left hand and pinched her
nipples hard, first one and then the other. This had the
desired effect. Her entire body went rigid for a moment,
she let out a guttural, animalistic moan that was so
primal it almost scared me, and then as her orgasm broke
in waves over her, she started breathing fast and almost
yelling, "Cum, oh, yes, oh, cum, oh, God, yes, oh, yes,
cum, oh, oh, God!" Her chest, neck, and face were much
redder than they had been just moments earlier. Her head
tilted back a bit and her eyes rolled sightlessly up as
the feelings swept over, around, in, and through her
body. I watched, spellbound.
Her legs were trembling by the time her cumming slacked
off, and she suddenly flopped down onto the floor and
lay back on her dress, still breathing hard, her legs
apart, which gave me a glorious view of her open pussy.
Her juices were overflowing, running down towards her
butt crack. Even though it was just minutes since I'd
cum, watching her orgasm and now seeing her like this
had a rousing effect on my cock, which was beginning to
swell again.
"That was quite something, Lisa," I said, kind of
obviously.
"You're not kidding!" She paused, regaining control of
her breathing, and I could tell she was mulling over
whether or not to say something. "Do you know the most
difficult thing about the last twenty minutes?"
Evidently she had decided to tell me whatever it was. I
shook my head it hadn't seemed at all difficult to me.
"Resisting the urge to fuck."
"It's not too late, doll. Look, I'm already starting to
get hard again," I said.
"Oh, Joe, you're sweet, thank you, but it is too late.
The moment has passed." She was right, of course, so I
didn't press the point. "I know I'd have cum much more
quickly and probably even more strongly with the
help of your gorgeous cock, but I also know that if we'd
done that I'd feel guilty. Then I'd have to tell Bill,
and that would put my marriage in jeopardy, and there's
no way you're worth that. Nothing personal," she said,
with a genuine smile.
"This has been quite amazing, but we both know it's just
a one-off with a workmate in most unusual circumstances.
I do really love him, and, with my hand on my heart,"
here she covered her left tit unnecessarily modestly. "I
can honestly say I have not been unfaithful to him." She
continued smiling. I didn't completely agree with her
assessment, but if she wanted to look at it that way, it
was her choice.
Lisa gave me a couple of tissues from her purse and I
cleaned up my cock and the glob of cum on the floor.
We'd been stuck about forty-five minutes. A few minutes
later the phone rang again, and we were told that they'd
have us moving again in less than five minutes. It must
have been 90° in the elevator by then, and putting our
clothes back on, though necessary, was terribly
uncomfortable.
I knew as I watched her glorious body disappear under
her clothes that I would never see it again, and this
made me quite sorrowful. A couple of minutes later, with
a sudden bump we started going down. As the doors
finally opened on the first floor, Lisa fashioned a
peculiar little wave of her hand: she held her fist up,
palm toward me, and wiggled her middle finger. It was a
secret signal, an imitation of the movement she had used
to bring herself off.
We said goodnight, thanked each other for the company,
said our 'see you Monday's' then we headed our separate
ways. Back at work the following week we resumed our
flirty relationship, but we kept what had happened the
previous Friday completely secret. From time to time
when we were bored Lisa would hold her fist up, palm
toward me, and wiggle her middle finger, but otherwise
there was never any allusion to our most special time
together. Over the months the gesture became less
frequent.
Almost a year later, with a handful of other colleagues,
I was invited to her wedding. She was luminous that day,
a beautiful, happy, glowing bride. I was hoping to dance
with her, but didn't get the chance. As she and Bill
left the reception to start their honeymoon, she caught
my eye and she held her fist up, palm toward me, and
wiggled her middle finger.
It was quite exhilarating to realize that even on this
wonderful day in her life, she remembered and took the
trouble to acknowledge what was one of the most
amazing adventures of my entire sexual life, how we gave
each other the gift of orgasm without even touching.
END
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