ME06 Story

Nancy got on the elevator on the 68^th floor with a smirk on her face that spelled gloating satisfaction. Skillful negotiations had just netted her a stellar buy of hard to get holiday sportswear. Her merchandise manager would be impressed. Small retail firms like hers just don’t walk in to Tommy Girl showrooms and buy as shrewdly as she just did. She was full of herself despite becoming just another body on a crowded elevator at the end of the business day. Although fast, the Empire State’s elevators would take some time to traverse 68 floors to street level. The doors silently slid closed.

The atmosphere was thick with several different colognes fighting for air supremacy, making close quarters a little closer still. The elevator shuddered to a stop almost as soon as it started to move. 67^th floor – four more bodies made things closer still. Nancy shifted her feet slightly to step backward. As she did, her rump brushed against the crotch of the light wool slacks standing behind her. It was difficult to tell who was more embarrassed, or was that flush on both faces for some other reason? It turns out that wool slacks had been admiring her rump for the entire 15 seconds she'd been on the elevator. Pleasing results of his observation were in evidence when she backed into him. She knew exactly what she'd just leaned into, and flinched at the sensation of a warm male organ aligned with the crack of her ass. She tried to stifle a soft cry and then had to fight the urge to turn around and excuse herself. ‘God,’ she thought, playing in her mind, ‘I wonder if it would be too obvious if I just backed up to him one more time with a little more linger?’

Meanwhile, the starched denim shirt and the gabardines in front of her crossed his arms behind his back, one hand grasping the opposite wrist. He flexed his free hand, alternately making a fist then stretching nicely groomed fingers to their full length. Nancy was a sucker for nice hands. Denim shoulders and thick upper arms were strong looking, a nice compliment to powerful fingers and hands. For only a split second, an image of stepping forward and pressing herself into that open hand thrilled in her gut. She shivered inside with an instant rush of arousal to the point of her breath catching noticeably. Two more floors pass before another stop allowed three more worker bees to push their way onto a very full elevator. The crowd shifted back and Nancy began a rapid decent into an unplanned fantasy. Gabardine’s hand nestled into her crotch as perfectly as though a mold had been cast. That perfect fit caused her to step backward to find wool slack's manhood parked neatly in her crack. She was on the 63^rd floor and a long way from the lobby. Despite going down, things were starting to look up for Nancy.

His fingers did not move. ‘He had to know,’ she thought. She shifted her feet to move away, but a briefcase blocked her left foot and a very large black wingtip bordered her right. There was no escape. The motion of trying to move away only drove wool slack’s hardening manhood deeper into her crack. The slippery silk dress exaggerated any motion against her bare skin underneath. Likewise, Gabardine’s fingers went a little deeper into the soft folds of her dress that was now tucked into her center. This time he moved them slightly. Her hips rotated down instinctively to pull away. Wool slacks, misreading her motion totally as an invitation, thrust back with slow steady pressure. Wool slack's thrusting drove her crotch forward harder into Gabardine's hand. In turn, Gabardine reads her forward movement as his own personal invitation to explore. The situation in the elevator was turning wickedly nasty and to Nancy’s delight they were still only at the 62^nd floor.

Nancy quickly decided that denim and Gabardine knew what he was doing – knew exactly what he was doing. Almost unconsciously, she rose up on her toes pressing toward his slow moving fingers. He started to walk them along the slippery fabric of her dress. Tips of his fingers barely grazed the top edges of her lips through the sheer silk. Folds of soft red silk began to bunch in his hand, as fingers continued to walk, pulling the front edge of her dress higher. She did not realize he was lifting the front of her dress until the lace-trimmed edges of her slip brush against the tops of her thighs. By then, it was too late to stop him. Strong fingers invaded her soaking crotch. She swiveled her hips slightly and pressed willingly into his advances.

Gabardine had a gentle touch. He brushed her lightly with the backs of his fingers. With one slow motion he rolled his fingers into her, stretching them, spreading her syrupy moisture into the outer edges of her lips. Pulling his fingers forward, he teased her by dipping deeper into her wetness, toying around the edges of her darkest secret. Tracing slow circles around her clit with the tip of his finger, he was making the ache to be penetrated come to full boil. She wanted to be fucked. She wanted those beautiful fingers to fuck her. The elevator was finally in the express section of the journey to the lobby, no stops from the 48^th floor to the bottom. Uninterrupted elevator service to the lobby. That’s what Nancy craved - uninterrupted service.

Wool Slacks was fully erect and enjoying her gyrations from the attentions being delivered with discreet precision from Gabardine. 25^th floor...20^th. Nancy rose on her toes and grabbed Gabardine's hand and pulled him to her body, forcing his fingers deeper. He followed her lead. 15^th floor...10^th. The elevator slowed rapidly, the force of gravity pulled Nancy down onto Wool Slack's erection driving into the depths of her ass. The rapid downward thrust forced her hard onto Gabardine's plunging fingers. Her orgasm arrived between the 6th and 5th floors, as she flexed and contracted on Gabardine's fingers. He dropped the front of her dress from his hand at the 2^nd floor, her orgasm still churning inside of her. Wool Slacks had no clue what just happened, but was impressed with her ability to squeeze his cock so passionately with the muscles in the cheeks of her ass.

The doors slid open and oblivious passengers filed out of the elevator. Gabardine stepped off and strode into the busy lobby. As he walked away, he turned his head to the side far enough for her to see the edge of a smile. Slowly, and with great fanfare, he lifted his hand to his lips and licked the tip of his middle finger.

"Wow, that was great," Wool Slacks said. "Let’s go back up to Tommy Girl and ride down again."

"Liked that did you?" Nancy replied, watching Denim and Gabardine melt into the crowd.

"Yeah, I think your ass feels better under a slinky dress like that when you aren’t wearing panties."

"Yes, today was a very good day to not be wearing any panties," Nancy said dreamily.

"I know," he agreed. "You seemed to really enjoy the ride down."

Nancy turned to him and said, "You have no idea."