18+ ONLY!!!MATURE CONTENT!! A sexy coming of age story where our heroine Heather Coswel (picture Beth from Queen's Gambit) finds her stride in a real life game of chess, but can she turn the tables on a world where men have all the moves?
She didn't know why, it was just a simple red button, on a panel, in the elevator. Emergency Stop. Why did it have such an affect on her? Every time she boarded an elevator now. She would have to reach for the panel without looking. Do you know how difficult it is getting to a 20th floor apartment without looking at the panel? Damn them. DAMN HIM.
It had first happened when she was nineteen, in college, on top of her game and now she was thirty-two, and she couldn't control it. That little red button had her number, and it knew it, and so would everyone else in the elevator. They could smell it.
That first time had been in New York. Her mom and her on another, 'girls trip away'. Staying in the Mansfield Hotel on Madison Avenue. As usual, her mother wanted a nap before they hit the show. She was bored, so she headed for the lobby to flirt/tease the door man. She was good at this. She could spot the men who would play along. Her "targets".
She'd go to the bathroom in the lobby and take off her panties. She was proud to be a redhead. Then she'd hang in the lobby pretending to read her mother's Fear of Flying while she phished for attention. She was cute. She knew it. He would look....unless he was gay. They always look. She didn't trim her bold muff of red hair so that it would be more visible. A big red pennant. Like a matador, taunting the bull.
The trick was dropping the book just at the right time, then, bend and smash, giving him just the right view, pick up the book and strut, like a cat, to the elevator. This had been her game all week. She could imagine the doorman groaning with embarrassment as he struggled to cover his inflamed member. His bright red cheeks matching his red coat, dead giveaway. He was hot, and she was bored, and....he loved it anyway.
But this time, when she entered the elevator, there was somebody there. Actually there were two somebodies there. A man and a woman.... and 'that' smell. The woman, tall and sophisticated, was straightening her skirt as she departed the elevator, looking over her shoulder to the man. She winked and blew him a kiss as she passed. She watched the women's eyes as they traveled from his face to his crotch where they lingered for a second. What was that smell? The doors slid closed. She, and the man, were alone.
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Her eyes had followed those of the other woman's and were now fixed on his crotch. His pants, like a circus tent. Her attention snapped back to reality when he asked her, "going down?"
She looked at him for the first time. Handsome, short dark hair, grey at the temples, dressed smart, but casual for this time of day in New York, slacks and a pullover, thin, wool, v-neck, black sweater. She said, "huh?"
He returned, slowly and with the slightest lilt of bemusement ... "Going down?" Straight faced, no embarrassment, standing there in full glory, reversing her game, the elevator door closed and they were going nowhere.
She could feel her cheeks flush as her nipples pointed north, the moist excitement of her playtime scenting the compartment. "N..N..N..Nine" was all she could stammer. He slowly slid his hands over the panel and finally pushed the button for her floor as she watched. He only pushed one, and never broke eye contact. The elevator started its assent, but then he hit the button. The little red button that said...emergency stop.
