	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 writingso guess what? Its mine.  That's right boys and girlsits copyrightedso if you want it? Just askJ we'll talk.

Dryad 

I step into the elevator on the top floor, and see you enter behind me.  I noticed 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.

copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 1999