Elevator Ride Up

So, this is a small story I've been working on for a few days. Figured I would post it up. It's not my best at all, but it's something to get me back into writing more! 

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Unlike any other Friday, today was one of those ridiculously busy days for Carol. Although she had already spent the last week running around the city getting everything she needed to get done for work and friends, it still seemed as if she was playing Beat the Clock. No matter what she did or where she went, Carol was always a day late and a dollar short, never quite able to relax or catch up with the rest of the world. The stress was getting to her. 

As she pulled the cord to stop the bus, she heaved a heavy sigh. Maybe today, while everyone else was out of the office, she could catch up on all the work that had been piling up on her desk. Carol sighed as she thought of all the files she had to go through, all the notes that had to be entered into the database, and all the calls she had to make.

Carol’s job wasn’t made any easier by the fact that Mike worked in the same building. Not that they were a couple anymore, exactly, but Carol still had deep feelings for Mike. They worked in completely different departments in the building, but they always managed to take the same elevator, riding up to their floors in awkward silence. Carol tried to shake the images from her head. They had dated for a while, but went south after one too many arguments. 

Sitting at her desk, Carol would find herself daydreaming about Mike. His hazel bedroom eyes into which she was longing to look once more; his soft brown hair that she was aching to touch. Sometimes ten minutes would go by and Carol would find her legs tingling while fantasizing about Mike’s fabulous body; her mind kept going to his bare chest, her hands grazing across it slowly... It had been so long since they had been together, Carol wasn’t sure why she couldn’t get him out her mind.

“Face it, girl,” she thought to herself while getting off the bus, “There’s no chance of this ever happening again.” Carol pulled a mirror out of her purse and checked her make up one last time. Holding tight her purse and jacket, she headed across the lot to the building lobby. For a Friday, the place was pretty empty. Approaching the elevator, she pushed the button and waited for the next car up. Her mind kept drifting to Mike and the last time they were together. They had gotten along so well, at least that was until she had to go away to a conference. They always argued when apart from each other.

It only took a few seconds before the doors opened before her. There, standing alone in the elevator, was Mike, looking fantastic, as always. “Hello,” he smiled, but Carol’s throat had suddenly gone dry. She could barely squeak out a meek, “Hi” as she stepped into the elevator. Beneath her suit, she could feel a rush of excitement, a slight shaking at the thought of Mike’s touch. As the elevator doors closed, she wished she had a drink to calm herself down.

“Going up…or…down?” teased Mike, his hazel eyes twinkling. He clearly knew what was going on in Carol’s mind. The truth is that he’d thought of her often, too, and fantasized about kissing her all over – especially her incredible legs. Mike looked her up and down, his mind went to the last time, how her long, muscular legs had wrapped around his waist and kept him close to her. He shook the thought from his head and let out a oft groan under his breath. He looked down and noticed the growing bulge in his pants. "Damn," he thought to himself, "she still has this effect on me."

“Up,” Carol responded, gazing soulfully from her sad, green eyes. “I’m going to the seventh floor.” “I’m going to the ninth,” Mike said as he pushed the buttons. Then, with the doors completely shut, the elevator began moving up. Mike put his hand over the Stop button. He turned toward her and smiled.

“How about splitting the difference?” he asked. He pushed the Stop button in, freezing the elevator car.

Carol was too shocked to answer, dropping everything she was holding on to the elevator floor. Her gaze told Mike everything he needed to know. “Yes,” came a whisper from her full, sweet lips. Mike pressed the button. Now that the elevator stopped moving, Carol began trembling. Mike moved close to her, his hand caressing her rich, brown hair. Without a word, he began kissing her softly on the lips. Quick, light kisses at first. Then harder, wetter kisses. As each kiss grew deeper, Carol could feel her nipples getting harder and her pussy beginning to throb. Carol grabbed his face and kept it close to hers. God, she had missed his lips so much. Mike pushed her against the wall, crushing her between it and his strong chest. Carol moaned into his mouth and pulled him closer. Mike obliged, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him, almost crushing her. 

Carol wasted no time in undoing his tie and shirt. Her hands found his bare chest and she melted against him. They had always been like this when they were together. Their hands could never stay to themselves. Carol threw his shirt on the floor and she pulled back from the kiss. Mike smirked at her and grabbed her jaw firmly. He stared into her eyes and gave that smile that made Carol go weak in the knees. Carol knew that look all too well. She squeezed her legs shut tight and rubbed them together.

Their clothes fell to the floor in a heap, leaving them naked, except for her blue lace boyshorts and his black boxers. Mike pressed on, looking longingly at her legs, kissing her along her neck, working his way toward her sweat-moistened breasts. All Carol could think about now was Mike, grabbing and feeling his large, growing package. The air in the elevator was getting thicker and hotter. The walls seemed to close in. Carol reached down and grabbed Mike’s engorged cock, squeezing it hard and rubbing it against her soaking clit.

All of a sudden, Mike did something Carol had never felt before. After he gently pulled off her blue lace boyshorts, she felt Mike’s two strong hands grab her waist and lift her up. With one quick motion, he flipped Carol so that each of her legs rested on his shoulders. She was upside down, staring straight at his magnificent cock – and he was aimed directly at her moist, gleaming pussy.

Standing upright in the elevator, both began licking and sucking each other with a vengeance. Suspended from his shoulders, upside down and sucking on Mike’s balls, Carol felt alive for the first time in months. She ran her mouth the length of his shaft, stopping momentarily at the tip to massage it with the full, flat surface of her tongue. With Mike’s massive arms holding her, Carol felt as if she were in a deliriously sensual free fall, but safe at the same time.

Both had been waiting so long for this moment – who knew when it could – or would -- ever happen again?

Mike’s legs were supporting them both, but he knew he couldn’t last forever. He drove his tongue deeply into Carol’s pussy. Carol swallowed the entire length of his cock into her warm, wet throat and let out a scream. Mike moaned and s he sucked her red, swollen clit, unleashed a torrent of cum into Carol’s mouth. Carol shook, shuddered and swallowed every drop.  She had forgotten just how sweet and salty Mike’s cum actually tasted.

With his last ounce of strength, Mike righted Carol and placed her gently on her feet. All was quiet now. Both were a little unsure of what had happened, but were glad that it finally did.

As he handed Carol her blue lace boyshorts, Mike looked at her with his kind, hazel eyes. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you for weeks now. It’s been driving me crazy. I couldn’t work. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t know what to say or do when I finally saw you again. I've missed you...”

Carol put her finger on his lips and kissed his cheek. “Shhh,” she quietly said. “Me too.” Then with her beautiful green eyes welling with joyful tears - and the first smile she’d given in weeks - added: "I've missed you too.” They pulled on their clothing and dusted each other off.

“I guess being here in this elevator with you was how it was meant to be,” Carol winked as she hit the elevator’s up button. “I think you’re right,” chuckled Mike, putting his arm around her waist.