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* This story is pure fiction, the characters and  *
* events in no way reflect reality, and any       *
* similarities between this story and real events *
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Elevator - MF NC

"That's funny," Derek, said as he repeatedly pressed the button for the lobby in the elevator, but the elevator didn't move.  The car stopped just moments earlier and the two occupants figured the doors would open to let on new passengers.  Kendra was standing on the other side of the sliding doors, her eyes widened and shifting rapidly as she clutched her leather purse tightly with both hands.  Derek looked at her and noticed her fright.  "A little claustrophobic, huh?" he asked.  She nodded quickly, her eyes growing glassy.  

Derek opened the emergency telephone door and grabbed the phone and seconds later the scratchy voice of a security guard erupted from the receiver asking, "Can I help you?" 

"Yeah, the elevator stopped and we're stuck between the sixteenth and seventeenth floors," Derek explained.

"How many in the elevator car?"

"Just two."

"Well, you'll have to sit tight.  Power's out in the building and we're running on backups.  We have three other elevators to evacuate below you, so it'll take some time before we get you out."  

Kendra took in a sharp breath, grabbing Derek’s attention.  Their eyes locked and Derek spoke into the receiver, "About how long do you think it'll take?"

"Two hours, three tops.  Just flip the emergency stop switch and be patient, we'll be there in no time."  The receiver went to static and Derek hung it up.

Kendra was noticeably shaking and breathing in quick little bursts.  A tear had trickled down her cheek.  Derek saw the drop hang from her chin and fall between her cleavage pressed tightly together by a maroon tube top.

"It'll be all right, try to calm down," Derek said softly trying to sooth her nerves.  "Trust me this'll be over before you know it."

Suddenly the lights flickered and changed to a soft red glow, the elevator dropped a few feet drawing a shriek from Kendra and making Derek grab the railing.  The squeal of metal on metal preceded the stopping of the car.  Derek saw Kendra sway and her eyes roll to the back of her head, he caught her before she collapsed.  Her soft warm body fell heavily into his arms, her face was pressed against his chest and her breasts were mashed into his stomach.  He gently laid her limp body to the carpeted floor.  

Grabbing the emergency phone he screamed into the receiver, "What the fuck happened?"

Seconds later the same scratchy voice asked, "Are you all right up there?"

"I'm a little freaked out, we almost fucking fell!"

"The backups failed and we had to switch to the secondaries, didn't you flip the emergency stop switch like I asked?"

"I was just about to," Derek lied.

"Well, you just felt them kick in when the primary brakes lost power, just flip the switch and be patient."

"The other person up here just fainted," Derek informed the man.

"Just make sure they're breathing steadily and we'll be there in no time."  The receiver switched to static.

Derek went over to Kendra and leaned his ear over her mouth.  She was breathing deeply and steadily.  He straightened out her body.  Her knees were spread and her flimsy black skirt was bunched up, exposing her smooth tanned thighs.  When straightening them his hands grazed her silky skin and Derek felt the hairs on his neck stand on end.  He flushed the arousal out of his mind and finished moving her body into a more comfortable position.

She had dropped her purse when she fainted and the contents were sprawled throughout the elevator.  Derek decided to clean it up and pack it back into her tiny purse.  The mess was mainly comprised of makeup but he found her birth control pill container and a strip of six condoms.  He crammed them all into her purse.

Kendra was dressed like she was going to a club.  She had no bra on under her tube top, made apparent by her protruding nipples.  Her skirt was a bit conservative, but her black strappy high heels made her legs look twice as long.  Her blonde hair was a bit of a mess but still looked sexy (Derek didn't know if it was like that intentionally or due to her fall).  Her makeup was tasteful and she smelled like ambrosia.

Derek sat across from her trying to distract himself.  But after playing with his keys for fifteen minutes he felt compelled to check on Kendra.  He brushed her long blonde hair with his hand and said her name.  They had met several times in the lobby and Derek always figured she was out of his league.  He reached down and gently shook her shoulder and said her name a little louder.  Not a budge, not a moan, she was in another dimension.

His heart rate was quickening and he decided to take his actions to the next level.  He knelt beside her and slipped his hand under her tube top and cupped her soft breast.  He let his fingers strum over her erect nipple and rest between his thumb and index.  His cock was raging.  Lifting his hand he slowly stretched the tube top to rest under her tits.  He let go and the material pushed her breasts up.  

Derek looked at her peaceful expression and had to kiss her tits.  He brought his mouth to her breast and took in her stiff nipple.  Swirling his tongue around it, he caressed the other, rolling her nipple between his fingers.  He licked around it to pick up any slobber, just in case.  He looked at her and saw no change in her expression.

He shimmied over to her waist and spread her legs wide.  Getting between them he gently laid his hands on either thigh right below the hem of her flimsy skirt.  Bending down he slowly dragged his hands over her thighs towards her waist, bringing with them her skirt.  He looked up at her, seeing her angelic face between the two nipple topped peaks, raised high by the tube top.  

He brought his attention back to her crotch and inhaled deeply.  The musky odor mixed with her perfume to make an intoxicating brew.  Bunching the skirt passed her waist he saw her platinum colored g-string.  The front was pulled upward and the string was lodged between her lips.  

Derek was hesitant to touch her.  He knew he crossed the line when he groped her breast but this was something else.  But the reflection of the soft red emergency light off the moistened corners of her labia pulled him forward.  On autopilot he leaned forward and with an extended tongue he followed the length of her slit, feeling the submerged g-string between those glistening warm lips.  Bringing his hand to move the string aside he gained access to her inner folds.  He lapped her silky petals and stuck his tongue past her ring.  He lifted her knees to get a better position to tongue fuck her.  Her nectar made him drunk and he didn't even hesitate when the impulse to fuck her conquered his libido.

The only contribution from his conscience was the conviction to wear a condom.  He had already taken his pants and boxers to his knees and was about to shove his cock into this helpless passed out neighbor when that small amount or reasoning held him back.  He pulled her purse over and took one of the six condoms.  He unwrapped it and rolled it down the length of his shaft.

Looking down at the unconscious girl below him Derek marveled at the soft red glow bathing her body with an alluring light.  Everything was monochrome and only contrast distinguished nipple from breast, pussy from pubes and her perfect skin from her disheveled clothing.

He took his cock by the base and resting his weight on the other hand, he leaned forward.  He slid his swollen helmet along the length of her slit, spreading her panic spawned juices.  He swirled his member around her hole making it slick.  Resting his mushroomed head at the entrance of her sex, Derek looked up at her face.  He could almost detect a faint smile on her lips.  He dismissed it as a trick of the light. 

He pressed down, slowly pivoting his weight from side to side the ridge of his cap slipped inside of her.  Her warm folds welcomed him in as he moaned in pleasure.  His senses were heightened by how wrong it was and the risk of being caught.  He slid further in until his balls rested against her perineum.  

Beginning to pull out, the skin of his balls seemed to peel from her own flesh.  The sensation made his immediately thrust back in causing his sack to slap against her.  He pistoned into her more liberally, allowing himself the privilege of stroking her smooth thighs and massaging her tits.  

He looked over at the reflective metallic door of the elevator and saw himself impaling this girl, her eyes closed, her skirt hiked up and her legs spread.  He saw his pale ass bathed in red rhythmically peeking out from behind the cover of her legs.  He looked himself in the face; the red glow and the polished metal made him appear more like a machine than a man.  But he was all flesh and sensation.  Her slippery pussy lips, the massaging folds and her warm welcoming cunt that cheered his every thrust.  Nothing existed anymore except his pleasure, and it was doubling every minute.

His balls began to tighten and the growing ember below his navel was a ball of fire making him clench his abs and his teeth.  The pressure in his cock intensified the feeling.  He seemed to detect every bit of flesh, every distinction in her vagina was magnified ten fold.  The ball of flame rolled down and seemed to hide somewhere in his groin.  For a moment he thought the ecstasy would continue for hours, but then like a juggernaut it overtook his entire being.  Every muscle tensed, every nerve ending cried out in euphoria, his mind fused with his cock and he was dumping load after load into the tight confines of the latex condom.  He thrust even harder into her, rocking her back and forth.  The idea of waking her no longer restrained him and he bucked violently as the last few ropes of cum mixed with those that preceded them.

Miraculously she didn't stir.  After he came he felt tremendously guilty.  He wiped the frothy juices from her abused gash.  He was about to wipe her cum on his jeans but then noticed it's pungent odor of sex.  Not wanting to draw any attention in that direction, be brought his fingers to his mouth and swallowed every drop.  After pulling on his own clothing, he took her perfume from her purse and sprayed a pump on the inside of her dress.  Tying the end of the condom, he stuffed the spunk filled latex into the wrapper and shoved it into his back pocket.  Then he straightened her clothing and her body and sat on the opposite end of the car.

He looked at his watch; only an hour had passed since the elevator first stopped.  The next hour he spent torn between guilt and self-gratitude.  There were times when he assured himself that he'd admit all he'd done to her when she awoke.  Then there were times that he'd admit that given the chance he'd do it all over again.  

He stared at her, laying peacefully, no evidence that he had just fucked her helpless body.  He smelled his finger, his mind awash in the memory of her sweet nectar.  "Just one more quick taste," he thought and decided to slip his finger into her before their privacy was gone.  

He got up, knelt next to her, and just before he was about to pull her skirt to her waist, a loud thump sounded from above.  He quickly scurried away from Kendra, back to his corner of the red-lit car.  The hatch in the ceiling opened up and Derek had to shelter his eyes from the intense glow of the flashlight pouring down.

"Y'all right down there," came the scratchy voice from above.  "She's still out cold huh?"

"Yeah, good to finally see you," Derek tried to mask his disappointment.  The man hopped down and waved smelling salt in front of Kendra's nose.  She awoke with a shake and was rather disoriented.  A man above told the other men to hoist Kendra up and out of the car.

Derek, while lifting Kendra up, Derek looked up and saw inside her skirt.  The g-string was lodged into her swollen lips and he detected the scent of his spunk masked over with perfume.  His still deflating cock stirred in response.

They all climbed out to the seventeenth floor.  The guards told them they had one more elevator to evacuate and left for the stairs.  Kendra and Derek were left alone.

"The guard told me that if you weren't there, I could've really hurt myself during the fall," Kendra said to Derek, clutching her purse with both hands at her chest.

"Really, it was nothing... but I should tell you..." his mind raced, millions of scenarios flashed before his mind's eye, his conscience was booming for him to tell her.  He looked her in her trusting eyes, her thankful expression and said, "If you weren't there, I don't know what I'd have done."

"You're too sweet," she said and stood on her tiptoes to his him on the cheek.  "I'll have to make it up to you sometime."  And she turned for the stairs.

Derek just stood there and watched her walk away.  Maybe someday he'll confess to her.  Maybe someday, he'd allow his conscience a voice, but not today.

Kendra was walking up the stairs toward her apartment.  She was looking through her purse for her keys.  She moved the condoms to the side and paused.  She remembered having six.
