My Elevator Temptation: Getting Fucked on a Whole New Level

I Didn’t Expect Things to Go So Far with My Elevator Temptation!

It started as nothing, just another late night at the office. I was finally heading home to have a much-needed session with my vibrator after a stressful day. That’s when I saw him, my elevator temptation, leaning against the wall. He had that casual, lazy confidence that always makes my stomach tighten. Makes my breath hitch in my chest, and my pussy drip. We’d exchanged glances before. Nothing serious. Just the kind of looks that linger one second too long and hint at everything you’re not supposed to do at work.

The air felt heavy as we stepped into the elevator, like the tiny space was holding its breath. His scent, something dark, warm, and a little dangerous, wrapped around me. My back brushed the cool metal wall as my elevator temptation turned to face me, eyes sliding over me in a way that made my face flush. Neither of us spoke. The hum of the elevator was the only sound. The tension is growing between us, like a rubber band about to snap.

I Found My Attention Completely Enthralled by My Elevator Temptation.

The elevator jerked slightly, and I gasped. I could see the smirk on my elevator temptation’s face. He opened his mouth, and I still wonder what it was he was going to say then, when the lights went out and the elevator suddenly dropped. It jolted so hard I grabbed the closest thing to me, which just so happened to be his muscular arm. The feel of those corded muscles rippling beneath his skin was the only thing that grounded me.

The elevator came to a sudden stop several floors down. The main lights were still out, but the emergency lights had finally kicked on. Red light flooded the steel box we found ourselves trapped in. I looked into the face of my elevator temptation. Fear-fueled lust coursing through my body.

“You okay?” He asked me as he stepped closer. The space felt smaller, the hum of the emergency lights louder. A quivering nod was all I could manage. His body leaned into my own as he reached past me for the emergency button. “I got you,” he whispered into my ear as he pressed the button. A crackled voice came out of the speakers, informing us that help was on the way, but they were delayed, so we might as well make ourselves comfortable.

Suddenly, My Elevator Temptation Pulled Me Into Him!

His head dipped down to mine, our lips not quite touching. His fingers were at my hip, grip tight, drawing me into him. “Guess we’re stuck,” he said in a deep voice a moment before he crashed his lips into mine. The kiss started slow, but it deepened quickly. His hand slid up my side, fingertips brushing along the side of my breast. My hands found the front of his shirt, gripping him tightly. My elevator temptation groaned at the contact.

Our movements became more frantic. The hunger that had been building between us before our near-death experience had evolved into something ravenous. Our clothes were all but ripped off as we hurried to eliminate all the barriers between the two of us. There was no space between us, just heat, the thud of his hips, the slide of my hands on his flesh. Every sound is amplified in the confined space. The joining of our bodies freed me of the anxiety I had from being trapped. Distracted me so much I didn’t even think about the red, blinking light in the corner, indicating the security camera was recording.

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