Stories of Eve (One Shots)

Elevator Ride (2)

She moved slowly to my neck. Planting soft and warm kisses there. I tilted my head back further, closed my eyes and sighed. She started blowing, moving the stream of cool air around my neck down to my chest. She blew on each of my breasts and on to my cleavage. She started to unbutton my blouse and freed my aching breasts. I kept my eyes closed and gave out a soft moan.

She moved down to my stomach, sinking to her knees as she blew past my belly button. She hooked her fingers under the strap of my bottoms and pulled them down around my hips so she could blow under them too. She blew all around my lower stomach, and that made me moaned more. In a swift motion she took them off and now I am exposed with just my underwear on. She too lowered it down and began to blew into the small crack that led to my treasure. I let out a sharp gasp and bucked my hips towards her face. She inhaled to blow again and she could see that I was wet. She blew, and I cant help but spread my legs so that the stream of cool air would hit my clit, and that made me moan louder.

She stuck out her tongue and flicked my already hard clit, flicked it over and over, listening as my cries grew louder and more erotic. She clamped her mouth around it and began sucking gently, moving her head to keep it in place as I moved my hips. She lapped at the juices that were free flowing down her chin, her tongue slipping in and out of my slit. She suddenly glanced up and caught me playing with my exposed breasts, pinching each nipple to keep it erect. A steady stream of loud moaning came from my lips as she buried her face fully in my pussy, working relentlessly to please me. She nearly suffocated as I humped her face, and she nearly drowned as I came in a massive explosion that shook the elevator.

My whle body shook, I tried to support myself on the wall with one hand, still clutching my breast in the other, panting and moaning as the aftershocks of my orgasm shot through me. I looked at her and saw her licked her lips clean and looked up at me. She slowly stood up and press the down button. I pulled my bottoms up and buttoned my top. As I look at her, I suddenly became hotter. We were nearing the ground floor when I pressed the 15th floor again. As the doors open, I saw no one was getting in. I immediately hit the close button and as I did, I pulled her closer and whispered in her ear...

"Your turn".

As the elevator moved up, I forcefully kicked her backwards. She spun on her knees and landed on her hands. Now on all fours, she looked over her shoulder and looked at me questioningly. I positioned myself behind her, getting the full view of her ass. I leaned over her, reaching one hand far underneath to massage her tits, the other hand working locally, my fingers reaching inside her slacks and underneath her thong. Rubbing her equally swollen clit lightly. I kept my touch light, teasing her. She thrust towards my hand, I felt her juices dripped between her legs onto my hand. She moaned in pleasure and frustration, almost whimpering as she asked for more. I kept touching her light until she pleaded, nearly screaming as she begged for it.

I loved hearing her beg, seeing her nearly in tears from the need for sexual release. I brought my hand back from her chest and held onto her hip instead. I began slowly giving her sopping wet pussy more and more attention. I lengthened my index finger and slid it over her clit and opening at the same time. I drew little circles around her swelled clit and lips, sliding my finger every now and again deep inside her pussy. She was crying and screaming now in total ecstasy. Her cries of yes and profanities resonated off the elevator walls. I buried my first two fingers in her cunt, and slowly worked my thumb into her ass. Once it was in, I began moving my hand back and forth in a see-saw motion, fingering her pussy and her ass alternately. Soon all her muscles clamped hard around my hand, then she let out a last, ear shattering cry, and nearly passed out from the pleasure.

The sound of the elevator doors opening at the 15th floor signaled the end of her pleasure. I reached out for her and helped her up. She gave me a satisfied smile and we both stood there in silence. I hit the ground floor button. I reached inside my bag and grabbed a wet tissue. I wiped my fingers dry and instead of throwing it away, I decided to keep that piece of wet tissue. I folded it neatly and placed it inside my bag.

"Remembrance of this night," I said.

She was done fixing her clothes and was now smiling at me.

"We should do it again tomorrow," She said. 

With that the elevator doors opened and she walked out gracefully. I was still so stunned, but as I walked out I can't help but smile and feel good about my elevator ride.