The Elevator
After moving, I quickly got used to my new place. At first, living on the thirteenth floor—the top floor where my apartment was—was a bit of a challenge. On the other hand, it was really quiet up there; the street noise faded away with every floor, and none of the surrounding buildings could see inside. Before heading home, I always had to stop and think if I’d bought everything and wasn't missing a thing. The elevators were pretty slow and always packed because of how many people lived there. So, a quick “run” to the convenience store just around the corner could easily take over half an hour. But hey, it’s always a trade-off, and I was just glad to have that peace and quiet right under the roof. The building was mostly full of older folks, but there were also a few apartments with students who livened up the otherwise quiet vibe. I’d run into some of them during that endless wait for the elevator and chat a bit to pass the time. Most of them looked like studying was their only hobby, and that’s pretty much how the conversations went. But there were also two cute guys. Waiting for the elevator with them was actually a nice little bonus, and we’d flirt here and there. It was obvious to me that I couldn't expect anything more than just physical pleasure, but even so, I wouldn't have minded getting to know them a bit better.
Over time, our conversations moved past casual small talk and started getting into more personal, even intimate territory. Sometimes I caught myself looking forward to running into one of them again, feeling a tingle in my panties. Luckily, we didn't take the same elevator because they were split into odd and even floors, so one of us always ended up leaving first. During our chats, I'd often imagine what would happen if that weren't the case and we had to ride together in that tiny little cabin. A lot of times, I got so carried away by this fantasy that I felt like taking care of myself right there in the elevator, but I rarely lucked out and got to ride alone. Instead, the second the apartment door shut behind me, my hand was already under my skirt. Imagining myself getting fucked by him, I'd surrender to wild masturbation.
One day, on my way home, there were more people than usual waiting for the elevator on the ground floor, and one of “my” students was among them. I found out that the even-floor elevator was out of order, so the wait was several minutes. I walked up behind him to say hello, we stepped aside, and started chatting. Neither of us was in a rush, so we kept letting new people go ahead of us. During our conversation, I noticed his eyes kept drifting down to my legs, wrapped in glossy nude pantyhose and pumps. “Could I be turning him on too?” flashed vainly through my mind as I glanced toward the elevator, where almost no one was left. I started getting more and more nervous at the thought of us riding the elevator alone. I realized that at times, I wasn't even processing what we were talking about or what he was saying. “Hey, ..., aren't you going?” I stuttered out. “Yeah, of course. I'll ride up with you, if you don't mind. I'm in no hurry,” he answered with a smile, his eyes drifting back down to my legs. “Oh. No, I don't mind. Sure,” I replied sweetly, a gentle tingle rushing through my body, replacing the nervousness and sparking a wave of arousal. We were finally left alone downstairs, and the red light on the panel finally went out. He called the elevator, and in the meantime, I was figuring out what to do. Just then, light flashed through the little window in the door, and the elevator stopped. We stepped inside, and I asked him which floor button I should press. “Just press the top, I'll walk down,” he answered. And because I heard someone coming, I didn't wait around and pressed the highest button. “We finally made it,” I said as the elevator started moving, just to keep things from getting awkwardly quiet. “It's now or never!” flashed through my mind, and I was about to turn face-to-face with him when I suddenly felt his hand lightly slide down my thighs over my pantyhose. I flinched in surprise and turned to him. “Sorry, that probably wasn't a good idea, was it?” he apologized, stepping back. “No, it wasn't,” I snapped, “but this is!” I crouched down in front of him with my thighs spread wide and began to unbutton his pants. “Is this what you had in mind?” I asked him provocatively, tilting my head back. Apparently, he had thoughts just as lewd as mine, because even before I touched him, he was already thrusting toward my slightly parted, eager lips. I played with him for a moment with my hand, then stood up and, wrapping my arms around him, rubbed my thighs against him. “You like this, don’t you?” I whispered in his ear. “So much,” he replied enthusiastically. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the floor number and realized with horror that it was going faster than I’d like. “No way! I’m not going to miss this,” I told myself, and stopped the elevator at a landing. We jolted beautifully, and now nothing stood in the way of living out our fantasies to the fullest, even though there wasn’t much time. “Now you can touch me wherever you like,” I offered him, and slowly slid back down his body toward his erect member and began to suck him off. I took turns sucking and licking his cock, savoring this dream come true, while he stroked my hair and thrust into me passionately. I had to hold onto his ass to guide his hard cock, which was penetrating me all the way down my throat. It had me horny as hell, and my mind was racing with scenarios I’d imagined while masturbating—all of which I’d love to make a reality. Since both my hands were occupied and I couldn’t pleasure myself along with him, I rubbed my pussy against the heel of my pump. I rubbed myself against it so eagerly that my first orgasm wasn’t long in coming, and I came right through my pantyhose. I didn’t hold back at all and spontaneously let him know that I was greedily enjoying it. He grabbed me under my arms and lifted me up. I leaned my back against the elevator wall, spread my legs, and let him do whatever he wanted with me. He knelt in front of me, pulled my mini-skirt up to my waist, and passionately kissed my pussy through my wet pantyhose. His gentle touches with his lips set me ablaze. “Too bad I’m not wearing stockings today,” I thought to myself, and I wanted to pull my pantyhose down to my knees, but before I could do so, he reached between my legs and deftly tore them open at the crotch. “That’s one way to do it,” flashed through my mind, and I spread my legs wide, bracing my high heels against the walls of the stall. Now he had a clear path and could play however he pleased. I closed my eyes and, through the hole in my pantyhose, felt his hot breath drawing dangerously close. He held me by my ass and began alternately kissing the insides of my thighs, then licking and circling his tongue around my labia, slowly working his way toward the most sensitive spot of my slit, which was glistening with my juices. I waited with bated breath for him to part it with his tongue and for me to come in his mouth. I was so aroused that I couldn’t take it anymore and decided to help things along a little. I slid my hand down my skirt, exposed my clit with my fingers, and guided it toward the tip of his flickering tongue. He immediately understood what I wanted, took it between his fingers, and ran his tongue over it so intensely that I couldn’t hold back any longer and came a second time. I lowered my head and saw him jerking off beneath me. “Now it’s your turn,” I said, straightening up from my stiff posture and turning to face him from behind. He didn’t wait a moment and thrust into me right away. I arched my back to feel him as deep as possible, and with my hands braced against the shower stall wall, I indulged in my wildest, kinkiest fantasies. He fucked me gracefully with long, slow strokes, which led me to conclude that he wasn’t in a hurry to come—fulfilling my expectations for this encounter. After a moment, he turned me around, lifted my leg, and fucked me from the front. That was the most insidious thing he could have done, because every slightest movement drove my clit wild with pleasure. I pressed myself against him and, biting my lips, anticipated another spontaneous orgasm. Suddenly, he pulled out of me sharply. I wanted to squat down to finish him off, but I didn’t make it in time. He came all over my pussy and onto my trembling thighs. I stepped back a little, took him in my hand, and gently rubbed him in my palm to enjoy him a little longer, while with my other hand I blissfully smeared his cum across my pantyhose. A gentle breeze of cool air drifted through the gap in the elevator doors, pleasantly cooling my aroused pussy. Reluctantly, I let go of him, kissed it, and licked off the juices still clinging to it from my pussy. We smiled at each other, and while he tucked it back into his pants, I just nonchalantly pulled down my skirt, since I didn’t have a spare pair of pantyhose with me. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, because the sound of angry neighbors banging on the elevator doors—trying to get home—was already echoing through the elevator shaft. “Sure,” I replied and pressed the button for my floor. The elevator started moving, and I quickly smoothed out my clothes, just in case I ran into anyone.
We got off, said our goodbyes, and the kid took off like a bullet down the stairs. The second the apartment door shut behind me, I stood in front of the mirror, checking myself out, and I couldn't believe my eyes. My hair was a mess, my skirt was covered in stains, my pantyhose had runs all over them, and my pumps were scuffed on the sides from the elevator walls. Front to back, I looked like a complete mess. "Thank god I didn't run into anyone," I thought to myself. I stripped naked, leaving my clothes scattered on the floor right where they fell, and went to take a shower. I couldn't believe it actually happened, and I kept replaying that hot experience in my head, which made it impossible to focus on anything else for the rest of the day. No matter what I did, I could still feel his delightful tongue on my clit. And looking at the ripped, cum-stained pantyhose and the scuffed pumps still lying untidied on the hallway floor, I violated my vibrator a few more times. I wondered if we'd ever hook up again, or if it was just a one-time thing between two horny people who wanted to try something new.
A few days later, we met up and did it again. Luckily, both elevators were working again, so we didn’t have to rush as much. We had sex a few more times before he went home for vacation. Then his roommate, whom I’d run into with him, took his place. He didn’t share my fondness for occasionally trying it out in unconventional places, but he was always horny and available. Whenever I ran into him, he’d invite me over to his studio apartment, and more than once we spent the whole night together. One early evening, as we were sitting together over a drink at his place and things were getting steamy, the doorbell rang. “Are you expecting someone?” I asked, surprised. “No,” he replied, looking puzzled, “it’s probably my neighbor. She rings my bell sometimes when she needs help opening a jar or can’t get into a can. Hold on, I’ll take care of it,” he added and walked to the door. He looked through the peephole, turned to me, and gestured with his hands for me to cover up, because I’d already pulled my blouse down below my tits and had my leg draped over the edge of the chair with my skirt hiked up around my ass. I didn't really get why, but I did what he asked. "Oh! Hey, Dad, what are you doing here? Did something happen?" I overheard, and suddenly everything clicked. "No, everything's fine. I'm just on my way back from a trip, so I figured I'd stop by and say hello," the conversation continued at the doorway. "Well, that's really nice of you, but you know, it's not the best timing. I have company over," he tried to explain the sticky situation. I figured it would be smartest to excuse myself and leave the two of them in peace. I got up and walked over to the door to say goodbye and avoid making things awkward. "Good evening, I was actually just about to head out anyway," I said, grabbing my purse to leave. "Oh, I see. Well, that changes things," his dad said with a smile, "in that case, I won't interrupt, sorry. I saw you, and that's enough for me," he added, turning to leave. "No, wait. Come on in. Let's at least have some coffee together," the young guy decided, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the apartment. "And you, go sit back down!" he ordered me. "Well, if I'm not interrupting and the young lady here doesn't mind, I'd love to have some," he replied, and we all went to sit down. The young guy poured me a glass, and while he was making coffee, I got to know his charming dad, who was checking me out with interest and undressing me with his eyes. Honestly, a better, more awkward situation couldn't have happened.
How are things between you two?" he asked out of nowhere, "Are you dating, or are you just here for the night?" "More like occasionally," I replied, and I could see him instantly brighten up. "Oh, I see," he said, putting his hand on my thigh. I looked at him to see if he’d lost his mind, but since the young guy wasn't looking, I let it slide and took it as a friendly gesture. It was obvious he was using my tipsiness to his advantage, completely unbothered by the presence of his son, who was constantly pacing around the kitchen counter and muttering something. Suddenly, he turned toward us and said, "Unfortunately, I have to run to the convenience store to buy something. I'll be right back." And before I could even suggest that I’d go grab it, the door shut behind him. It would have been an exhausting effort, sure, but at least I would have sobered up. You could still hear the young guy's footsteps in the hallway, and the "old man" was already clawing at me. "What are you doing? Don't be crazy," I told him, not even realizing I was addressing him informally, as I tried to pull his hand out from under my skirt, which had slid right down my thigh. “Come on, let’s do it together before the kid gets here,” he suggested bluntly, all the while groping my pussy, which apparently liked this perverted idea. “Just a quickie from behind,” he urged, “don’t be a pain—that’s actually why you’re here,” he added, starting to unbutton his pants. I didn’t really get that last part, but he was actually right—I’d come here to get fucked. He stood in front of me with his pants pulled down to his knees, jerking off. It was an exciting sight, and I was way too horny to say no. “Come on, hurry up,” I told him, bending over the chair and lifting my skirt. He jumped right in and slid into me. After a few minutes of trying, he pulled out and said, “Your ass is soaking wet. Fuck, this isn’t going to work!” I couldn’t understand how that was possible, since the situation was pretty stressful and, on top of that, he’d mistaken me for a paid hooker. But he was right—I was dripping like never before, and something inside me was getting me all worked up. I thought it was over for good, but I was dead wrong. I stayed bent over with my ass sticking out and felt him getting my asshole wet through my pussy, naively assuming that this was turning him on and that he was jerking off behind me. But he grabbed my ass cheeks, shoved it back into my pussy, and thrust a few times—and just then I felt a sensation in sex I’d never experienced before. I cried out in surprise, and it took a moment for the initially unpleasant feeling to gradually turn into delightful arousal. Until then, my only unfucked hole had known only my slender fingers and vibrators. Skillfully and expertly, he gently entered my ass and came right away. Overwhelmed by emotions—and more—I ran to the bathroom and wondered what to do next. It felt similar to when I lost my virginity, except now my ass hurt. I knew it would happen someday and I’d been longing to experience the magic of anal sex, but I had no idea it would happen under these circumstances. On the contrary, I’d often wondered why it hadn’t happened sooner at some wild party, even though I’d never resisted it.
This daydreaming was cut short by a key turning in the lock. The young guy was back. I wiped myself down and walked back into the room, anxious about what would happen next. The young guy finally made the coffee, and the "old man" acted as if he had just arrived, which put me at ease. After about half an hour of pointless small talk, he finished his coffee, said his goodbyes, and left without any fuss. "Sorry, I really didn't see that coming," the young guy apologized once we were finally alone again. "Let's have a drink and we can pick up right where we left off," he suggested, pouring the shots. "Make mine a double, please," I requested, because I couldn't really picture myself getting down with him right now after just jacking off his dad a moment ago. "Whatever you want," he replied. "I hope you weren't too bored while I was gone?" he asked. "I tried to be as fast as possible, but even a snail could beat those elevators by taking the stairs." "Why don't you come take care of the girl down here instead," I dodged the question. "Maybe we can try something new tonight," I added playfully, shifting awkwardly in the chair with my freshly broken-in ass, where I could still feel a dick and felt like doing it all over again. Luckily, the young guy shared the same interests, and I had a spectacular time that night. Thank god those elevators were so slow.
