This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In other
words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on! Have
fun! Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine. That’s
right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask- we’ll
talk.
Dryad
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The Elevator (MF,cons)
I step into the elevator on the top floor, and see you enter behind
me. I notice you peeking at my nipples poking against my blouse as we
waited for the elevator to come up. As the door shuts, I realize we
are alone.
I begin to rub my neck, unbuttoning my shirt to do so. I see
you trying to watch without appearing to watch, and smile a little smile.
I unbutton another button, letting you see i’m not wearing a bra. I lean
against the number panel, carefully hitting the stop button. You are
still trying to appear nonchalant, but I know you aren’t. I drop my bag,
and close my eyes, unbuttoning the last of the buttons, sighing deeply
as I let it fall. At first, you look away, but seeing that my eyes are
closed, still massaging my shoulders, you watch.
I feel you rather than see you come closer, invading my personal
space. I take a deep breath, and let my nipples press against you, and
feel you jump in response. I quite suddenly grasp your neck, pulling you
down for a passionate kiss, leaning my body against you hotly. I reach
down, and pull your shirt out of your trousers, and let my skirt ride
up as my legs wrap around behind you. You feel my excitement, and can’t
help but comply, grasping my ass, and pulling me even tighter to you.
My back is against the wall, my legs surrounding your waist, when you
realize I’m not wearing any underwear either.
We hear the beeps of people waiting for the elevator, and quickly
you take me. I bite your shoulder to keep from crying out, not wanting
others to hear us. We both come quickly, having been aroused so well.
Quickly, we adjust our clothing, and release the stop button. As we leave
the elevator, you ask, “By the way, what is your name?”
I smile secretly and walk away.