Dedication: For those of you who have taken the time to read my work and then spent a few moments to write to me about it -- now I give you a few moments of my time in return.  Enjoy the ride ... 


Elevator Ride by Girl Friday (MF cons)

The convention appeared to be a complete success.  It had taken months of planning, but the first annual ASS* convention had finally happened.  Authors and fans from all over the world had gathered in Atlantic City, New Jersey, for three days of workshops, discussion panels, meet-n-greets, and fun on the Boardwalk.    

I should have been having the time of my life, but I wasn't.  I had finally met my editor and good friend, Frank, as well as his lovely and talented wife, Aphrodite.  Some of my favorite authors were here.  Not ten minutes ago I had actually met Nick and Artie.  Jerry, another new author like me, had set up a coffee meeting with some of the other new writers for later.  I even had some fans ask for an autograph.    

So why was I not enjoying myself?  He wasn't here.  He'd specifically said he would be here. So, where the hell was he?  For weeks I had been thinking about this.  All the flirting, chatting, emails ... he was supposed to be here, damn it.  In a fit of temper, I headed to the elevator.  Might as well go to my room and relax awhile before dinner.

The doors were closing as I reached the elevator.  "Wait! Please!"  Miraculously, the doors opened again and I stepped inside.  "Thanks."  Caught up in my own little world, I didn't pay much attention to the other occupant other than to notice he was handsome in an ordinary sort of way.  I punched the button for my floor and felt the elevator begin its upward motion.  Seconds later, the elevator gave a sickening jerk and stopped.  Great, now I was stuck in the damn elevator.  Could this day get any worse?  With a growl, I sent my convention program flying at the control panel. 

"Feel better now?"  The question was followed by a quiet chuckle.  I looked over to find him openly smiling at me.

"No, not really."

"What's wrong?" He appeared genuinely interested.

With a sigh, I explained, "I was supposed to meet someone here.  I've been looking forward to this for a long time, but he didn't show up.  Now I'm disappointed, frustrated, and horny."

"Well, I'd be happy to help with the horny.  Maybe that would help take care of the others.  After all, we may be here awhile."

Hmmm. That did sound kind of nice.  "Are you serious?"

"C'mere and find out."

Fascinated, I approached him.  He snaked an arm around my waist and jerked me up against him.  He lowered his mouth to mine and the world began to spin.  Oh my, he really knew how to kiss a girl.  My hormones went into overdrive as I started pulling his clothes off.  Before I knew it, we were both naked and his mouth was everywhere.  I tried to be an active participant but he was determined to show me a good time.  He stopped pleasuring me briefly, just long enough to protect us both, before sliding into me.  

Wonderful: that was the only way to describe it.  His cock moving in me felt simply wonderful.  He lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist.  Braced against the wall of the elevator, he thrust into me, driving me higher with each powerful stroke.  My orgasm snuck up on me, seemingly out of nowhere.  My body twitched and bucked as a wave of ecstasy rolled over me.  Dimly, I could hear him groaning as my pussy clenched down on his shaft.  He continued to thrust and a second orgasm rolled over me as he reached his own peak.  Gasping and sweaty, I slid down the wall of the elevator and we came to rest in a heap on the floor.

"That was without a doubt the best elevator ride I've ever had."

"My pleasure."  His smile was as smug and satiated as my own.

The elevator gave another sharp jerk and we quickly scrambled back into our clothes.  I was just pulling my jacket on as the doors opened to the hotel lobby.  I started to step out of the elevator when I felt him grab my arm.

"Wait.  I didn't even get your name."  With a guilty grin I flashed him my name badge.  His expression changed to one of utter astonishment.  

"Friday?  Is it really you?  Baby, it's me.  I'm sorry I'm so damn late, but my flight was cancelled and I had to fly standby."  He wrapped me in his arms and held me close.  The kiss we shared was full of tenderness, with the promise of much, much more.

Did I mention I was having a wonderful time at the convention?  





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