The first thoughts entering Tom's mind were extremely
hazy and almost completely dark. His conscious mind
struggled to regain strength against the numbing,
disorienting sensation that currently dominated him. He
didn't know if he was dreaming, he didn't know where he was.
He started to recognize that his open eyes were
detecting light. It was a dim light, coming from above him.
But where was he? He shook his head, and suddenly caught an
image in his mind. He was in an elevator. A surge of panic
rushed through him as he remembered what had transpired. He
had stepped into this elevator, happy at the sight of a
woman already waiting inside. A woman... Melissa... yes, he
was remembering. Sweet Melissa, a woman working in this high-
rise office that he had grown to worship. He had memorized
her routine, and was often lucky enough to catch her in the
elevator at the same time. They hadn't been in the lift for
more than a few seconds when.... an earthquake! Yes, the
memory was clearer now! The building had begun to shake. The
elevator had begun to move. He remembered the terror that
leaped into him, and the helplessness he felt.
He couldn't remember every detail of the event, just
that he'd feared for his life amidst the panic screams of
Melissa. And then...
Tom looked around him, and figured what must have
happened. The elevator had dropped, or was stuck. The
building had collapsed on top of them, knocking out the
power except for the emergency light. But he was alive! He
had survived! He didn't know how much he should move, but he
knew he had to get out. He felt his body jump with urgency.
Who knew if the building would collapse further? Who knew if
and when a rescue crew might find him? He started to move,
but fell back down clumsily. He shook his head again, hoping
to regain his mobility, and now realized he felt something
soft underneath him. Something human.
It was Melissa.
Tom looked down at the unconscious body of the lyrical
beauty beneath him. His thoughts continued to clear. It was
Melissa! They had never spoken more than a most casual,
uncomfortable "hello." But Tom knew her well. He had
memorized her features. Her thick, flowing black hair
greenish eyes. Her thin, well-developed frame accentuated by
her elegant business attire. She always dressed
professionally, and sometimes that was more maddening than
if she had strolled into work in a bikini.
A thousand thoughts raced through Tom's mind as he
looked at and felt the delicate female body beneath him.
Each one quickly left the rational, survival-oriented nature
that had immediately popped into his mind upon awakening.
Now they were of her, of Melissa. Of her unconscious,
wonderful body pressed tightly between the elevator floor
and Tom's own flesh. Her body... his body... trapped, and
alone.
Of course, was she alive? Tom felt a shock of dread
race through him at the thought. She had to be ok! She just
had to be!
A simultaneous sensation of relief and excitement took
over as he felt her breasts heave against him. She was
alive! Her lungs filled with breath, creating the incredible
sensation of her full, soft breasts pushing against his own
chest. Tom went to sit up, to fully examine her in the dim
emergency light.
"Ahh!" his head banged against something hard after a
mere few of inches. Tom ducked his head, and turned his eyes
in the tight confines surrounding him. The elevator hadn't
done well in the fall. The ceiling had been split open by a
series of beams that ran across the elevator space close to
the floor. They left about two-and-a-half feet of space from
the floor. Definitely not enough to sit up in. Definitely
not enough to maneuver in and try to find escape.
But it was enough to look at Melissa...
She was strikingly beautiful, even now. Her lips were
red with lipstick, and parted slightly as her body drew
breath. She had several smudges of dirt on her cheeks, but
it only seemed to add to her sweet face. Tom had wanted to
look her up and down for hours when she stepped into the
elevator with him. But he couldn't. It wouldn't have been
appropriate. She would have seen him soaking in the sight of
her charms, and probably would not have reacted pleasantly.
But now, her eyes were closed and her mind unconscious as if
she was at home in her bed, sleeping a pleasing rest.
Tom let his eyes move down to her chest. She was
wearing a dark jacket, the color hard to tell in the dim
light. A silver, satiny blouse was partly visible
underneath, with a few buttons undone to suggest at the
enticing cleavage still hidden away. He looked down at her
waist, and the dark fabric of her skirt that merged into the
cloth of his own shirt. Tom smiled at his position. He was
above her. His arms were at her sides, holding him up. His
legs were against hers, spreading them apart so his full
weight wasn't against her. Now that his thoughts were clear,
he realized the opportunities of the situation.
Tom's heart began pounding with excitement as he looked
at her limp body. He could stare at her... she wouldn't
know. He could kiss her... she wouldn't know ... Tom's felt
his body tremble. He could touch her breasts, and she
wouldn't know.
Did he dare? Did he dare slowly work the buttons of
that satiny blouse open? Did he dare unclasp her sure-to-be
enticing bra and expose those incredible round breasts? What
if she woke up? Tom stared at her chest, feeling his body
ache to see her in a way he had longed to see her ever since
his eyes first beheld her. Yet, he felt hesitant. As much as
he wanted to see her naked, exposed body he also wanted her
to do it willingly. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, she was
sexy. But from those brief moments of meeting they had
shared in the past suggested to him that this was a woman he
could really care for. How could he exploit her, especially
when she could come to and catch him in the act?
Tom's eyes darted quickly up and down her body. This
might be the only chance he ever had to enjoy her. He wasn't
going to rape her, that he knew he couldn't do. But if he
could just see her, experience her, and remember her...
He lifted the flap of her jacket, and immediately felt
his penis harden at the sight of her chest. The satin was
pulled tight against her curves, allowing the lacy pattern
of her bra to show clearly. And, if he wasn't mistaken, the
protrusions of her nipples were also visible. But he didn't
want to unbutton her blouse, not yet. He had to test her
awareness.
He slid off her body to the small amount of space
beside her. He eyed her skirt, which he couldn't see
completely. The confined space allowed him only enough room
to move his head back a couple of inches. He looked down the
length of her still body, and moved his hand to her skirt.
If she was to stir now, he could quickly let go and feign
innocence.
But she remained without motion. Tom lifted the edge of
the skirt, revealing the smooth, creamy skin of her thighs
and the shiny pink of her panties. His hand trembled as he
gasped at the sight. The panties barely covered the
essentials,
He turned his eyes back to her quiet, still face. He
looked at her full red lips as he moved his hand to her leg.
The skin was so smooth, so perfect and firm. His hand
pressed between her thighs, still somewhat hesitantly, as he
watched her face for a reaction. He had to touch her. He
knew he had no choice. It took every strength of conscious
effort to keep himself from ripping off her clothes and
mounting her like a wild animal. But he couldn't control
himself completely. He had to touch her.
Tom pressed his fingers against the pink satin,
squarely between her legs, directly against her pussy. The
touch tickled his fingertip, insisting to be moved up and
down, and side-to side against her. Tom felt deafened by the
sound of his own breath as he nervously glanced down to his
hand to witness the joy it was bringing him.
He cupped his hand between her legs, letting each
finger experience the silky, intoxicating touch. His left
hand throbbed with unuse, demanding it, too, be placed
somewhere on Melissa's gorgeous body. Her breast. Tom knew
he could never forgive himself if he didn't touch her
breasts, at least through her shirt, anyway. Still watching
her face, he rested on his side and pressed his left hand
gently against her right breast. He felt it shift with a
slight jiggle -- the excitement blurred his eyes for a
moment. He took the breast more firmly into his hand,
lifting it with slow rubs and soft squeezes. What an
incredible woman... he thought... what an incredible woman.
He gained confidence in her unconsciousness, and
instinctively pressed harder against her soft flesh. He
could easily sense the rigid bra beneath her shirt, and more
excitingly, the shape and feel of her pussy and the satin
moving over it. God, he wanted her! He wanted more than
anything to pull off her clothes and thrust his raging cock
deep inside her. He closed his eyes as he rubbed her harder
still, realizing he might not be able to control himself
much longer. He needed to touch her naked flesh. He needed
to unbutton her blouse, unclasp her bra, and take her
nipples into his mouth. He needed to smell the scent of her
flesh, and feel her breasts against his cheeks. He needed to
slip his hand inside her panties, and probe her soft,
delicate cunt with his hungry fingers.
Melissa stirred.
Tom froze, his hands still against her, as he noticed
her lips twitch and her eyelashes flutter. Quickly, he
removed his touch and pulled down her skirt as best he
could. Maybe he could pretend to be asleep. Maybe she would
have no suspicion of him if she found him motionless when
she realized where she was.
- - -
Melissa opened her eyes, and the first sensation she
experienced was the quite. Everything was so silent. No busy
hum of a workday office building, no sounds at all. The
first real thought Melissa had was... "why is it so dark....
then why am I lying on the floor." Then her memory jumped
into focus, and she new where she was. The last thing she
remembered was the elevator doors shutting, and all the
noise and then the lights went out.
Well enough of this, she thought, I'd better get out of
here as soon as possible. As she began to raise herself up,
a hand touched her shoulder. A momentary shock when through
Melissa's body, fright pumped an instant rush of adrenaline
through her. Then a voice in the dim light spoke. "Melissa,
are you all right?" Instant recognition flashed into her
mind, this voice belonged to Tom. Yes, she had gotten into
the elevator with Tom. Fear turned into relief, someone was
there, she wasn't all alone.
Tom explained that there had been some kind of
disaster, and that they were trapped. They both began to
explore their confines. As they moved around on hands and
knees, Melissa was acutely aware of the man next to her. She
had admired him from afar -- his well muscled body and
graceful walk. She thought to herself -- `well I'm attracted
to too many men, that's my problem.' As they continued to
explore the twisted wreckage of there confinement, thoughts
of her past ran through Melissa's mind.
She had been a very inquisitive child, and had always
liked boys, she liked their wildness, and thought they had
more fun than she and her female friends. Early-on her
mother had begun to nag at her about her free attitude about
her friendships with boys, and this had made her self-
conscious about showing her feelings. Some times she
wondered how her mother had actually given berth to her,
because Melissa couldn't really visualize her mother fucking
her father, it just didn't seem possible that her mother
would unbend enough to let her dad touch her. Her mothers
constant assault on her made Melissa turn toward quiet
denial, in the form of always appearing as the professional
reserved business woman. Never letting friends or
acquaintances know what she was really thinking, or how she
really felt.
As Tom and Melissa came to rest beside each other, it
was obvious to both of them that they were stuck there until
someone came to their rescue. Melissa looked over at her
fellow captive and smiled, wondering if they would actually
get out of this alive. The thought briefly passed through
her mind that Tom was much nicer looking than she had really
noticed before. Maybe it was the fear of dying, or the
danger they were in, but she seemed to since his need for
her. Guiltily, Melissa thought of John -- he had been her
lover and best friend for over a year now. She was satisfied
with him, he just wasn't very exciting to be with. Now she
was really feeling guilty.
He must have somehow sensed her thoughts, because he
moved closer and touched the side of her face with a gentle
stroking, and said, "Are you feeling ok? You look flushed."
Melissa's mouth started to open, but then froze. Tom sensed
the warmness of her cheek. It felt wonderful.
Melissa pulled her head away. "I'm fine." she said. Tom
pulled back his hand. He feared he had offended her, and at
the moment, Melissa didn't want to change that belief. She
laughed to herself, sensing Tom's body beside her. They were
as close as lovers. For all she knew, she could be at home,
in her bed, with John beside her. She could be nude, fresh
from an intense love-making, or perhaps on the verge of
sleep. Now she really laughed to herself. When was the last
time she had an intense love-making with John? Probably the
last time she was stuck in an elevator! Strange, that in a
situation so life-threatening, she was thinking about sex!
Was she insane? If she told her thoughts to Tom, a man she
barely knew, he would laugh at her and wish out loud he was
with someone trying to escape their plight. But what else
could she do? She had a man next to her. And the life she
had been living seemed on a crash course equal to this
elevator trip.
Tom stared straight up, into the elevator's torn
ceiling and the infinite beams and darkness above. Strange,
how the fate of life could so annoyingly answer his wish.
What he would have given to be laying beside this woman. How
often he had dreamt of feeling her legs brush against his.
Of hearing her clothes rustle as she moved slightly beside
him. And here she was. But it was only half the wish. He
couldn't kiss her. He couldn't stroke her hair. He couldn't
undress her, touch her, and make love to her. He couldn't
even touch her cheek without her shying away. All he could
do was slip his hands inside her clothes when she wasn't
awake. But who could blame her? He knew she was involved. He
knew she had a boyfriend from the tidbits of information
he'd picked up when she had a friend in the elevator with
her. He figured she was happy with her life, and didn't
dream of him like he dreamt of her.
Well, one thing was for sure. He wasn't going to let
her die. He wanted to save her, even if he couldn't have
her.
"Do you think we're going to make it?:
......Love? Tom wanted to answer... To that, he said
"No" to himself. To her different question, he responded,
"Yes. We have a lot going for us. We're in good shape. We
have our senses, and our minds. We'll be ok..."
"I have to admit, I'm scared."
Tom looked back at Melissa, who was now facing him. God
was she beautiful! Tom wanted to pull her towards him, to
wrap his arms around her... he looked at her hand. Against
his reasoning, he took it with his own. He expected Melissa
to pull it back, as though his touch would be more terrible
than the situation they were in.
But she let him hold it. She smiled back at him,
evidently grateful for the comfort he was offering. Tom
wondered just how much comfort she would be grateful for.
"It's funny." She said. "I see you so often, but barely
know you. Somehow, I think we'll know each other a lot
better if we get out of this."
Intimately, Tom hoped. They continued to talk for
awhile, explaining to each other their lives, their work,
and their dreams. Somehow, none of it seemed important. Yet,
somehow, it helped them feel sane -- the entire time,
Melissa let Tom hold her hand. She even pulled a little
closer, close enough so Tom could smell the remnants of her
perfume
Her voice started to grow weaker. She let her hand slip
from his, and her eyes began to flutter.
"I think you need some rest." Tom said.
"Yeah, I think you're right. " She answered. "But this
elevator isn't the most comfortable of beds."
Tom knew he had to make an offer. It might seem kind to
her, but wonderful to him. "Come here, you can rest on me,
if you want..."
Melissa looked like she wanted to, but didn't want to
seem to forward. "That's ok, I'm sure I'll make do..."
"Come on, it'll be ok. You may have hurt your head.
Lying on an elevator floor won't do you any good. I'm a lot
softer, and I won't mind."
Melissa eyed Tom's chest as he rolled onto his back. It
did look nice, so very nice and snug. "Well, Ok." she said.
"But promise not to tell my boyfriend."
Tom promised not to tell. Not about this, and not about
what he did to her earlier. And certainly not about what he
was planning to do once she fell asleep. With any luck, she
would offer her chest to him when he needed a nap. Please,
Tom thought. Please let her offer those warm, soft breasts.
"Your heart is really racing!" Melissa said as she
leaned against him.
Tom's face flushed with the excitement of his thoughts
as Melissa's body pressed against his. Her head came to rest
under his chin, and her left breast mushed into his abdomen.
Finally, her right leg rested on his.
"I'm scared, too." He didn't know if she would buy
that, but what else could he say?
Melissa shifted a couple of times, and increased her
contact with him. Tom rested on his back, absolutely alive
with lust. He couldn't sleep for all the world now. He was
concerned that Melissa would move further onto him, and feel
the throbbing erection in his pants. But she seemed to avoid
that area, as if she knew she was driving him crazy.
God, the smell of her hair! Tom was all too well aware
of his breathing, and the rapid manner in which his chest
rose and fell.. Melissa felt so soft, delicate, and
vulnerable against him. He used his right arm to hold her
against him, and soon found himself stroking her arm with
his hand. She didn't respond.
She was asleep! Like a purring kitten, she pressed
against him. The softness of her breasts buried into him in
a half-embrace. The hem of her skirt lifted above her thighs
as her leg stretched over him. Tom took his hand down
further, and felt the smooth contour of her body from her
hips to her mid-thigh. He slid it underneath her jacket, and
felt the smooth press of her blouse against his palm. Did he
dare? Tom pulled at the satiny material, lifting it out of
her skirt. She would think it happened from normal shifting,
he reasoned. He pulled the shirt out, and slid his hand up
her bare back, gasping as he did. He felt her shoulder blade
with his fingers, her shirt against the back of his hand. He
moved his fingertips across the smooth texture of her bra.
Too bad she was lying against him! Tom had loved the
press of her breasts, the soft, cushiony feeling they
brought against him, but now resented that they weren't
obtainable. His hand was in her shirt! All that was needed
was to bring it to the front of her body! But her position
didn't allow it. Still, he moved his hand in as far as he
could, and felt an inch of softness under her arm. It was
enough for one finger, and Tom carefully extended his probe
to the small area of breast he could reach, and slowly
stroked the smooth bra cup.
Even this small touch sent a stream of enchantment
through his skin. His body felt so alive, so needing of her.
He felt his penis aching for her, longing to be inside her.
He moved his left hand to hers, and carefully lowered it
towards his waist. He paused a moment, listening and feeling
for any signs of wakefulness. When none came, he rested her
hand against his hard cock, and slowly moved it up and down.
Then an idea hit. If he couldn't bare her body for him to
touch, maybe he could bare HIS body for HER to touch!
Knowing he was losing control, knowing that he'd
probably be in big trouble for this, Tom unzipped his pants
with his one free hand. Ever so carefully he pulled
Melissa's hand into his pants, into his underwear. He moaned
quietly as her bare palm and fingers pressed against his
aching, naked cock. It felt so wonderful, so exquisite. Tom
humped his hips slightly, causing her hand to move tenderly,
ever so slightly, over his shaft. He longed for her to
close her grasp. He longed for her to wake, move her head
down to meet her hand, and press those sweet lips to his
penis in a gentle intimate kiss.
But he knew that wouldn't happen. So he continued to
enjoy what he could. He was touching part of her breast,
with only a thin bra between his finger and her naked
flesh. And she was touching his cock, his bare, hard cock
with nothing in between. He almost hoped they wouldn't be
found. That somehow, a magic supply of food and water would
appear and he could experience this woman forever.
But that was a wistful dream, and he knew he had better
not take too much advantage of the situation. If Melissa
woke up, who knew how she would react? She couldn't get
away, but she could land a few punches or catch him with a
sharp knee. Eventually, he pulled his hand from her blouse,
and her hand from his pants. Then, he tried to sleep. At
best, he achieved a cold sense of grogginess. Indeed, the
floor was quite difficult to sleep on. He spent the time
listening for signs of rescue, but still none came. He felt
they would, it was just a matter of time. Thank God, he
could enjoy himself until then...
Melissa herself eventually stirred, and strained to
look up at Tom. His eyes met hers, and her question of
whether he was still sleeping had been answered.
"Hi." she said stiffly. "Haven't you been able to
sleep?"
Oh God no! Tom thought. "A little." he offered.
Melissa sat up, and almost hit her head. Tom was keenly
aware of her breasts still touching him. "You can't be very
comfortable like this! Here..." she slid off him, down to
his side. Maybe he would be more comfortable, but he liked
the discomfort she gave him!
She closed her eyes again, but couldn't seem to get
comfortable. Tom ached to feel her again. He ached to
explore her body.
"Why don't you use your jacket as a pillow?" he
offered.
"Good idea." Melissa tried to squeeze out of her coat,
but struggled in the small space. Tom helped her. He was
eager to help her remove any article of clothing she wanted.
Melissa bunched up the coat under her head, then settled
back. She looked at Tom.
"This isn't fair." she said. "You don't have a pillow."
Tom shrugged. Melissa looked down at her chest. She
knew, as well as Tom, that the softest area in this elevator
hung from her chest in a pair. She patted herself. "Come
on," she said, "but again, don't tell my boyfriend."
Tom immediately slid over to her, and let his head rest
on her chest. He felt the softness of her breast run from
his ear to his chin. Her heart was pounding faster than what
seemed normal. He could hear it deep within her body.
Probably from nervousness, he figured. She offered the
comfort of her breast out of consideration, not from sexual
interest.
Melissa was nervous and a little embarrassed by the
close contact of her companion. She didn't know quite how to
react. Thoughts kept popping into her head about Tom, and
what it would be like to have him as a lover. But soon she
was overcome by the tension of the day, and the strain of
fear, she slowly let her eyes close... the last thought
before she slipped into a deep sleep was... `I wonder what
he would be like?...
- - -
Toms' heart rate grew as Melissa's slowed. It wasn't
loss of nervousness that was slowing her body, it was the
return of oncoming sleep. Tom could feel the hardness of her
blouse's buttons against his cheek and lips. As soon as
Melissa was again unconscious, he was going to work them
open. He should have been happy with the touch of her he had
already gained. After all, he had his hands between her
legs, and on her chest. He had feels and gropes of her that
many men could only dream of, including himself. But it
wasn't enough. Tom knew that if this moment passed, if a
rescuer appeared and freed them from their trap, and he
hadn't experienced her in every way he possibly could. If
that meant getting caught with his hand in the cookie jar,
or in this case, her bra or panties, then so be it.
"Melissa?" Tom spoke quietly. Only her slow breathing
answered him. She was asleep. Tom excitingly reached to her
top button. Melissa wasn't blessed with the largest breasts
he had ever seen, but they were full, round and enticing.
On her body, with her face, and with her smile and attitude,
they seemed to represent her femininity even more than the
vagina between her legs.
Melissa was oblivious to the growing nakedness of her
chest. Tom worked the buttons undone with one hand. It was a
slow, but steady process. The inches of her cleavage became
bare, and Tom felt the most pressing, explosive erection he
could ever remember. He worked down to her stomach. The
blouse no longer covered her breasts, she was open to his
view except for the bra across her chest. Tom went for the
clasp, and bit his lip with the `snap' sound it made as it
came undone.
He was so close. Tom could see the texture of her skin,
the few freckles, and the slopes and shadows of her body.
Her white lace bra perfectly captured the beauty of the
woman who bore it, but its job was done. Tom brushed the cup
of her right breast, and held his open palm over her exposed
breast in worship. Even her nipple seemed to be sleeping. It
was brownish, matching the tone of her skin, and dormant.
No, wait. The wash of air seemed too inspire it, and it
became more rigid and vertical. Tom touched it lightly, ever
so lightly. Too much pressure, and it might wake her. But he
had to feel it against his sensitive fingertip.
He lifted his head to begin the next step. A few tugs
at her shirt and the bra cup had exposed her left breast as
well, the one under him. He took a moment to look at
Melissa, bare-breasted and sleeping. She was exquisitely
beautiful, even with her precious green eyes closed. He
looked down to her legs, and noted her skirt was high up her
legs. He moved it the rest of the way necessary to expose
the `V' shape of her legs and panties.
So hot... so fucking hot...
Tom descended on Melissa's nipple, mouth open. He
closed his lips in a light, sucking embrace of a kiss. His
eyes looked to hers, hoping the attention to her breast
wouldn't wake her. Still she slept. Tom let himself go. He
nursed on her nipple more strongly, and allowed his left
hand to explore and fondle her naked right breast. He
adjusted his position, bringing her thigh between his legs,
and slowly humped his aching erection against her soft
velvety leg as he enjoyed her chest. Despite the fact he
wasn't naked, despite the fact she wasn't awake, and despite
the fact he wasn't having intercourse with her, Tom knew
this was the most sexually satisfying moment of his life. No
one could top her. No situation could top this. Except...
except for pulling down those panties and pushing his cock
inside her. God, how he wanted that. God, how he wanted to
love her and satisfy her. He wanted to feel his sperm in
her, but knew that she would have to wake up during such
action. She couldn't take his love inside her and not be
brought awake.
He nursed and suckled at her breast for a long time,
never reaching sexual release but feeling comfortable and
warm at her tit. Slowly, he felt the weariness and pain of
his fall. Slowly, his body demanded that he sleep. He was so
comfortable, so relaxed now. Tom closed his eyes after one
last look at Melissa's saliva-covered nipple. Then, he fell
asleep.
- - -
Melissa stirred, eyes still closed she gained
wakefulness. She knew where she was, but was surprised at
how strange she felt. She had been having the most wonderful
dream. She was making love to John... having really good hot
sex with him. As Melissa became wide awake she felt Toms
head on her body, and looked into the dim light above her.
""What"" She felt his skin against her skin! ""What!!""
Shifting slightly, she looked down the length of her body to
see Tom's cheek against her bare breast. ""What!"" What had
he been doing?
Melissa's heart started to race, a mixture of fear, and
adrenaline began to pump through her veins. How should she
react? What should she do? She could see that he had been
sucking on her left nipple, it was still wet with his
saliva. He must have just drifted off. (It was funny.. He
looked like a little boy, as he slept with his cheek pressed
against the mound of her breast.) Melissa, was surprised
that she wasn't as indigent as she thought she should be.
She was turned on by the thought of Tom's attention's to her
body.
She reached down and brushed a strand of his hair from
his face and looked at his lips, that were still resting
against her left nipple. She reached down and for some
unknown reason she ran her hand inside of Toms shirt and
felt his chest, felt his left nipple, twirling her saliva
moistened index finger around and around his hardening
nipple. The thoughts came back in a rush, `what would he be
like?' Melissa was feeling hot all of a sudden. She knew
that her face was flushed, she also knew, that this
situation was making her horny. And she knew that this
wasn't the right time, and person to be horny with.
Melissa started, as she realized that her finger action
had disturbed Tom's slumber. He began to fight into
wakefulness. Melissa's daydreams were shattered as she
realized what she was doing to this man who she barley knew.
She quickly removed her hand from under his shirt and lay
back as if she were still sleeping, just as Tom began to
move.
- - -
Tom felt a great wave of luck. He had no idea how long
he had slept, but now realized his sleepy state had caused
him to forget to redo Melissa's attire. Her beautiful naked
breasts were openly displayed against his cheek and within
reach of his hand. Her bra was at her sides, and her skirt
was at her waist. If Melissa had awoken, she would have no
doubts that Tom was feeling her up, groping her, and
fondling her while she slept.
But she must have slept the whole time. So here was her
body again, awaiting his touch. Tom had earlier felt he
couldn't get away with intercourse, but now wondered...
could he? Could he get her panties down, and insert his
penis?
Maybe, maybe, maybe... if he just put it inside her,
and didn't thrust into her. If he just felt her cunt around
his cock, and slowly moved it in and out of her, maybe, just
maybe, he could bring himself to orgasm without waking her.
He knew this was a crazy idea, but his lust for this
beautiful woman was over powering his common sense.
Without another thought for the consequences of his
actions, Tom returned his lips to her engorged nipple, he
returned his hand to that wonderful spot under her skirt,
and he slowly rubbed her pussy through her panties, watching
to see if she would react. Gaining confidence after a while
he sat up, undid his pants, and pulled them down. His cock
burst out, awaiting its dream. Then, he lifted her skirt
with both hands. Her panties came down quickly. Tom took a
moment to revel in the sight of her naked cunt before
mounting her. His intention was direct. His goal was
assured. He looked at Melissa. Eyes closed.
- - -
Even though Melissa knew that Tom had violated her
privacy earlier, she was still surprised at this new
onslaught. She kept her eyes closed hoping that he would
stop. Her emotions were raging, not knowing how to stop him
from feeling her up, and in a way not wanting to stop him.
As long as Melissa pretended to be asleep, she didn't have
to confront his -- or her feelings. She could lay there and
just let it happen. And his caress's did feel good, his
tongue felt wonderful.
Then all of a sudden she sensed that Tom had pulled
away. His hand moved way from her streaming and swollen
pussy lips, his tongue was no longer lapping at her nipples.
All of a sudden she felt his body on top of her, what was he
doing? A hysterical feeling began to rise within her, what
was he going to do? She felt him, Melissa felt Toms hot
slick cock position itself against her opening, and with a
great shock she realized that he was going to fuck her. `I
don't want this to happen,' she thought. `I didn't expect
him to go this far. I can't pretend any longer, I can't let
this happen!'
- - -
Tom inserted his penis. He felt her. He felt how
wonderful she was. She was tight, smooth, wet, and warm. Tom
moaned quietly, looking down at his penetration. His eyes
looked back up to Melissa.
- - -
Her eyes were open. They were wide with shock and
surprise.
"What are you doing! What are you doing to me?" She
shrieked. Tom froze, his penis still in her. He had been
caught. He wasn't surprised. "Stop it! Get off me!" Melissa
wailed.
Tom was awake, but couldn't recognize a semblance of
conscious thought. His body was in control. His lust
dictated his moves. He locked his grip between her arms and
breasts, his hands clutching her shoulders. With his weight
a force behind him, he drove into her. He was going to fuck
her.
"Uhh! Tom! Stop! Please stop!"
Tom was too far gone -- he kept thrusting into
Melissa's hot velvety wetness as she wriggled under him,
panting in her efforts to dislodge him. Tom was single
minded now, he had to come, he had to release his seed deep
inside this hot sexy wonder woman. It didn't matter that we
knew he was raping her, it didn't matter that she would
probably bring charges against him. All that mattered was
that he was in her, he was thrusting into her warm wonderful
cunt, and he was loving it. All those memories, those
wonderful but maddening memories of her tight tops, short
skirts, captivating glances, and heaving chest were finally
being satisfied. Of all the women in the world, Tom wanted
sex with Melissa the most. Now, he was achieving it.
Melissa was struggling with Tom now, she knew, that
this shouldn't be happening. She had gone off the pill not
two months ago, her and John had been using alternative
birth control methods, and this situation was not a good
thing. But at the same time Tom's sex inside her was more
wonderful than anything she had experienced for a long time.
His expert movements seemed to light a raging fire inside
her lower body. Her heart was in her throat, pounding
through her brain and she felt that she might loose control.
A weak thought arued Tom's cause in her mind. She had
feigned sleep while his hands roamed and groped her body.
She had remianed still as he explored her, touched her, and
inspired her sex.
"Tom, no...." her voice needed strength, but she found
none.
Tom's body still rocked into her. Melissa was getting
fucked, and she knew it. She coudln't fend him off. Her
reflex told her the nakedness of their bodies and the action
his hips took inside her were not right. But her body wanted
it. Tom was fucking her. He was raping her. He was getting
what he wanted, but his eyes seemed almost sad, and as
though they might weep. He was looking at her, seeing the
horror and shock on her face and not realizing the arousal
inside her.
"Melissa... Oh, Melisaa..." his thrusts slowed, but
didn't stop. "I need to fuck you. I need to love you.
Please, please!"
"Tom! You're raping me!"
"I know! Oh God I know! I can't help it! Feeling you.
Seeing you! So close!"
"What? What are you saying?"
Tom collapsed on her naked chest, kissing her nipple .
His hips stopped without orgasm Somehow, he was finding the
strength to control himself, but for how long?
"I just... oh, Melissa. I've wanted you so long, so
fucking long!" He rested his head between her bare breasts,
almost like a child with its mother. He lightly stroked her
right breast with his fingers. Melissa didn't stop him.
"You're so beautiful. I've worshipped you from the moment I
saw you. I've hoped everyday that something would happen
that would let me get to know you, so that we could be
together. I never expected an earthquake! I thought maybe
you'd join me for coffee!"
Melissa laughed. It squeaked out of her at first, but
then came bursting out of her lips.
"Now, being with you here, where I can't even move
without touching you. I know I shouldn't have done what I've
done. But I had to! You don't know it, but I was touching
you while you were unconscious, and while you were asleep. I
thought putting my hand down your blouse and up your skirt
would be enough. But it wasn't I had to love you. I had to
have sex with you."
"Tom..." his eyes looked up at hers. "I knew..."
Tom's eyes grew wide as he realzied what she meant. She
had been awake while he explored her! She pretended to be
asleep while he caressed her body! Her hand moved down to
his waist, taking his penis into her hand. Tom watched her
in near disbelief, then closed his eyes has the smooth grip
of her hand began moving up and down his cock.
The smell of him -- Melissa loved the smell of a man in
heat. There was that special spermy smell that she had
learned to love when she was younger. The smell of a mans
pre-cum coating his beautiful organ. She could feel Tom's
smooth velvety erection against her hand, and couldn't help
I when her hand closed over his pulsing shaft. Oh the
feeling... his slick cock head open to her touch. Mmmm that
wonderful smell...
Tom's body shivered as he felt Melissa's fingers start
to massage his swollen cock, he couldn't believe that this
sweet beautiful woman was doing this to him. His contentment
turned to wonder when Melissa silently moved up to kiss him,
while maintaining her manipulation of his cock. As they
kissed more passionately, he almost jumped when Melissa
moved her slick covered hand to his balls, and gently began
to massage them. He let out a low moan as Melissa pulled
away from their kiss and shimmied around in the confining
space to bring his organ to her wonderful lips.
Melissa's mind was racing, as fast as her heart rate.
She knew that if she followed her lustful instincts, that
things would never be that same. She could pull back now,
and maybe stop this. But as she pulled away from their
lovely kiss, her hand moved to Tom's fat cock, and all she
could think of was what it would taste like. Almost as if in
a trance, Melissa repositioned her body against Tom's so she
could see his love organ -- yes that's what she called it,
always had, sense her first experience in Junior High
School, when she'd lost her virginity to an older boy, he
had called it that, and so had she.
Without a thought for her John, or anything but for the
moment, Melissa touched Tom's purplish head with her tongue.
The cock smell was just wonderful, he smelled so manly. She
loved it, she loved the taste of him, the texture of his
skin, the smooth feel of his head-flange, yes he was just so
wonderful.
Melissa had to hold the base of Tom's shaft to keep
his trusting hips under control. As she bopped her tight
lips up and down his swollen pole, thoughts were raging
through her, WHAT WAS SHE DOING? What would Tom think of her
if they got out of this alive. John... John... God this man
tasted good! She wanted to make love to him in the worst
way.
Tom was whimpering softly. His own rapid approach to
orgasm stripped from him the ability to form words or even
think them. Melissa was sucking his dick. Her wet lips were
sucking his cock! He couldn't believe it! And then wonder
was in pure instinct. Without words he realzied the joy of
this earthquake. It was a terrible thing -- for everyone
else. For Tom and Melissa, it was an erotic dream come true.
God, she was good! The slight unpredictable motions of
her hands and lips. The scent of her hair as it bobbed at
his hips. The confines forced them into an almost 69
position. Melissa's skirt had somewhat fallen down of her
hiips again, but the jostling fabric didn't completely cover
the slight clenches of her buttocks as she attacked his
penis.. Her naked breasts pressed against his stomach.
Everything... everything was so hot... so incredible.
Every sight, every suck of her lips, every swirl of her
tongue ...
Tom was coming close to his limit, the pleasure he was
receiving from Melissa was almost too much, he knew that it
was only a matter of seconds before he shot his seed through
those wondrous lips, and down that moist grasping throat. He
couldn't believe that Melissa was doing this. It was
actually happening!
"Melissa... I want to cum in you, in your pussy!"
But she still sucked at his cock. No birth control, no
protection. She would bring him to orgasm, but in the safest
way possible. Tom clenched his hands, enjoying the tigth wet
sucking of his cock the the expansion of her mouth from hsi
girth. Her eyes rolled to the side, straining to see him and
the pleasure she was bringing him. Tom starting breathing
her name, his breath shortening, as the jolts of pleasure
her lips spread over his penis seemed to make the shaft
disapper. It was a ticklish, explosive sensation at the tip
of his cock, and the stream of pleasure emanating from
between his legs to the rest of his body. It was as if his
flesh wasn't there, jst Melissa, just her lips and mouth,
and ecstacy.
He flared his penis in his mouth, the the steps a
runner takes before a long jump, and felt the built-up of
sperm explode from his cock and through the small hole in
the tip. He felt his penis would be ripped apart, and yet
only the greatest pleasure would come from it.
"Ohh, ohh, Melissa!" he had to shout her name, as if
his orgasm demanded and required it. Evry sense and thought
of his had to be focused on the beautiful nude woman between
his legs, sucking and delighting his cock and gulping don
the sperm that flowed into her mouth.
He coudl hear her soft gulps, and opened his eyes to
see a stream of sperm tricking out of her mouth. A
tremendous load had formed in her honor, and now graced the
sight of her face with a tidal wave of ejaculation. The
trickle ran to her breasts. Tom met her hand and spread the
white semen over her delicate flesh and nipples.
Melissa swallowed what remained in her mouth, and
smiled at him. "Did you liek that?" she asked.
"Oh yes! Oh god, yes!"
"Good." she giggled. "But don't tell my boyfriend." she
squirmed to bring he rface up to Tom's. They kissed, Tom not
minding that fact his sperm still coated her mouth. She
rubbed his chest, compelling him to do the same to her. His
penis hadn't grown totally limp, only half so. He moved his
hips to hers, pressing the spermy tip between her legs as if
asking for permission to enter.
Melissa looked down at the touch. Down at te sperm-
filled cock poking, prodding, and nudging her to accept it.
Should she let him in? He had already penetrated her, but
didn't cum. But he wnated to fuck her. And she wnated him to
fuck her. She looked back at Tom, and kissed him deeply.
"Fuck my pussy." she said. "But don't tell my
boyfriend."
Tom pulled her onto him, enjoying the slow penetration
as if he was entering her for the first time. Melissa caught
her breath, and let it out slow as Tom's full re-hardened
cock tested the limits of her cunt. He was big, and
wonderful.
Tom rotated their bodies until he was atop her. He
lifted his ass into the air, testing to see how high it
could go in the confines. Melissa moved her hands to help
him, and then he drove into her full force.
"Tom!" she cried.
He pulled out, and again drove in hard.
"Ohh! Ohh!" This time, he lifte dout, waiting for
Melissa to impale herself onto him. Her eyes burned with
intensty as she yanked her lover back inside her.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Tom began humping wildly.His penis inserted and re-
inserted into ehr pussy at a blinding speed. Melisaa let go,
pulling at her hair instead she she tried to release her
ecstacy. Tom's movements jerked her body, fallping her
breasts and creating deep, full penetrations. Each spear
into her felt liek a hot dagger. Never before had she been
so aware of a man's penis inside ehr -- filling her and
stretching her. She cried out in screams and tones she
couldn't control.His cock was everything. His cock was life.
Melissa, instead of struggling like she had earlier,
was helping Tom to penetrate deeper. As he thrust, Melissa
raised her hips to meet him and, ohhhh -- was the feeling
exquisite. She had never felt anything like it before.
Melissa quickly became lost in her own body sensations, in
the feel of Tom's body, in a lustful frenzy as they came
together as one sexual organism.
The fire began to rise in Melissa's inner thighs first,
then the draining, numbing, tingling feeling that rises up
the legs to the center of the pelvis and into every nook and
cranny of her sexual organs. Melissa screamed as her orgasm
rushed in waves through her swollen and sensitive cunt as
Tom kept thrusting into her -- deep in her belly a flashing
sensation went through every brain cell, every nerve ending
she possessed. Her body tensed in spasm after spasm as if
she had been electrified, she clasped Tom's pulsing erection
tightly between her legs... Melissa groaned as she felt Tom
releasing his hot seed deep inside her. Yes.. Yes... she had
wnated this as much as him. She had wanted his cock to enter
her just as much as he wish to introduce it. Not just today,
but before today. In the elevator, in the hallway, in the
bedroom. She wanted this man to be her lover, and now he
was. She felt each gush of sperm hi inside her. The hot
liquid coating the insid eof ehr cunt and trickling across
the regions of her sex. Tom was groaning in a voice low and
powerful. The wave sof it seemd to move in wiht his
thrusting penis, ticking her deep inside and satisfying her
sensitive organs.
Tom still humped in her. She could feel his penis falre
as it reached the apex of its pnetration. She could feel the
sperm gushing between his cock and her cunt. His hands were
squeezing her, squeezing her shoulders and then her breasts,
as if a new supply of sperm and orgasmic fury would come
from Melissa herself. At last he fell back onto her. The
sound sof their breath and scents of their sex still
hovering in the air. At last, they could fall asleep
together. Neither was too hurried for the rescue. Until it
happened, they would fuck again. And again and again.
Before they fell into atisfied slumber, Melissa kissed
Tom's ear, nibbled it slightly, and then whispered into it.
"We have to tell my boyfriend..."
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