The Lift
19 November 2007Sarah was late. Running out of the office she stumbled on the rug, where the carpenters had promised to come back and nail everything down. “Bloody hell,” she swore, and looked down at yet another run in her stocking. “Perfect end to a lousy day,” she said, and smoothing down the front of her dress, she hoisted her big purse over her shoulder.
“Get back,” she hissed pushing down the paperwork she had rolled up to try to work on at home, just as soon as she got out of her night class. “Which I’m not going to get to on time,” she muttered and hastened down the hall.
It was then she realized the heel of her shoe was broken. For a moment, she stood in the middle of the hall, tapping her foot, then sighing; she pulled her shoes off, breaking the heel off both shoes. Throwing the pieces of plastic and wood into the nearest dustbin, she was now free to run to the lift, which she did with deliberate speed.
Collin was already standing in front of the lift, pushing at the buttons. He glanced up at the numbers at the top of the door.
“Wot’s this, a cattle drive on the 13th floor,” he said, when the number stayed lit up for the longest time “President’s floor,” Sarah commented coming up behind him. She sniffed and straightened her jacket. “Can’t hurry the Missus,” she said, looking down at her own legs, “might get a run in her stocking.”
For some reason they both started laughing at the thought, although for very different reasons no doubt. As Sarah went to stand next to Collin, her shoulder brushed against his upper arm. For some reason static electricity crackled in the air between them.
“Whoa,” they both said, stepping apart. Just then the lift doors opened.
Once they were inside that small space, Collin glanced at his neighbor. He had seen her before in the building, and had noted the round curve of her buttocks as well as the shape of her breasts. Grapefruits he had said to himself once, his cock twitching at the sight and at the thought of decorating those hills of delicate flesh with his semen pearls. And now that he was finally in a closed room with this woman of some of his fantasies, he noticed that her lips were also full, almost a pouty lip he thought. Collin stretched and scratched his face, in order to keep from scratching his crotch. Wouldn’t be right to do that in a lift! She doesn’t wear much makeup, he thought. Wonder if she could be persuaded to wear some red lipstick? And he closed his eyes, imagining what those lips would look like on his cock, sucking. Would they be Full, Red? A lift. Sarah shuddered, and pulled at her shirt once more. She glanced at her neighbor. Nice face! He had a nose that reminded her of a hawk’s beak.
Sharp… But that was the point of folks whose faces reminded her of a hawk. It wasn’t so much the look of the nose, or if the eyes were deep, set back, making the head more prominent. It was the angle of his face, her face. A person, who looked like a hawk, looked… ready.
For what? Sarah sniffed again, and suddenly was aware of the man’s smell. Oh. He smells good. And without thinking Sarah stretched her legs as best she could without being obvious. Her crotch clenched.
“Bloody hell,” she said aloud as the sound of the lift’s gears began to make a grinding noise.
“Sounds like a dentist drill,” the man said. Sarah laughed, hoarsely, hoping that her sudden perspiration was not noticeable.
Collin shifted his weight from one leg to another. Didn’t mind riding in the lifts, but this one was smaller than most and since he was a big man, 5 foot 11, he always found himself a wee bit cramped.
Not that he minded riding with this woman. He glanced down at her crotch, and noticed that her skirt was caught between her legs. Was she wet there, as well? He groaned, inwardly when he realized, yes, she was. He could see the shadowy… triangle.
Oh lord, could he smell her muff? He could! Closing his eyes, Collin tried to concentrate on the meeting he was supposed to go to this afternoon.
Mr. James specifically asked for his assistance this time around, presenting a new product to a client. Mr. James. Thinking about that somber man, who was in charge of Collin’s unit, made Collin instinctively clutch at his briefcase. Were all his papers there? The last time he was at one of those meetings Mr. James had choked with the client, and Collin was not able to come to his rescue.
Something to do with a missing piece of information. Thinking about that scene Collin had to smile. Funny seeing that gangly son of a bitch choke, almost like watching a fish stranded on the sandy beach, the water gone out with the tide long ago. Shaking his head, Collin chided himself. Not nice. Besides, it’s your job to help…
He felt the woman leaning against his shoulder. Was that deliberate? Her perfume filled his senses.
“Bugger,” he said silently, and listened to her uneven breathing, his cock growing taller each time the lurch of the lift made them both stumble. “Pardon,” Collin mumbled, aloud, brushing off his shoulder, making a show of trying to be polite. Still, they went back to inadvertently touching . It was an old lift. Sarah knew the building was old and had heard that the lift they had first installed to get from floor 1 to floor 5 was the same lift she was traveling in now, except there were three times as many floors. How could that be, though, she wondered, and tried not to listen to the shuddering wires and grinding gears as they slow descended from one floor to another. Sometimes the car would stop before they reached a floor, almost hiccup off. That pause almost made Sarah jump out of her skin. Shove it, she’d be ready to scream when the gears would lurch to the side and then the lift would go down and the doors would open once more.
She and Collin were the only people leaving the building at this late hour it seemed. She glanced over at him. Collin. That was his name wasn’t it? They had met at a building party last year, several organization got together and threw a party on the ground floor. He had been drunk, and leaning over the shoulder of Kimmy the office blonde bomber. Funny, he seemed to be staring at Sarah all that time, even with that bint’s white missles almost shoved up his nostrils. The thought of that party, and her awareness of his looking at her, appraisingly, made Sarah feel warm between her thighs. Trying to ignore the sound the lift made, after the doors closed, and they were descending to yet another floor (it was almost like a belch, but come on that had to be her imagination), Sarah turned to Collin.
“What’s your name,” she began to ask, when all of a sudden the compartment shuddered more violently than usual and came to a grinding halt. “Bloody Hell,” Collin exclaimed. Taking hold of the phone under the buttons to the floor, he said, “HELLO? Anyone there?” Forehead creased, he jabbed at the receiver a few times, listened and then said, “HEY!” and put the receiver down in its cradle. He turned to Sarah, about to say “We’ll have to wait,” but was stopped in mid sentence by Sarah’s reaction “NO.” she gasped, and dropping her purse, she pressed against the metal doors, forcing her fingernails into the crack. “Open dam you, open,” she growled, pushing her knees against the door. The lift shuddered, and the doors opened a wee bit but, otherwise did not budge. “No no no,” she whimpered, pounding her fists against the door. Her broken shoes fell off her feet, and she got another run in her stockings.
Collin was gobsmacked. “Hold it,” he said, and grabbed Sarah around the middle. To his further surprise she scratched his hand. “Bloody Hell,” he gasped and let go, and she went back to slamming her hand against the doors.
The lift shuddered again. In desperation, Collin laid his body against Sarah’s. He could feel the tilt in the small compartment, but he was desperate.
“AAARGGGGGJH” she screamed into the metal door. Collin placed his cheek against her cheek. She was soft to the touch, and trembling as if she was about to break.
“Honey,” he said, “listen, listen…. “Shhhhhh,” he murmured, and kissed her on the cheek.
Sarah’s worse nightmares were coming true. She had been trapped in a small hall closet as a child a cruel trick of an older sister, who went out to play, quite forgetting where Sarah was.
“I can’t breathe,” she gasped, her face pressed against the doors… “Shhhhhh,” Collin responded, pulling her back from the doors to the middle of the lift. To his relief the floor settled down. “We have to be still,” he said, putting his hands around her waist, his fingers resting on her crotch.
“Shhh,” he said, kissing her neck briefly, and then whispered in her ear, “It’s late. We’ll try the phone in a half-hour. The night shift isn’t on yet. You know,” and he shrugged helplessly, “tea break!”
Sarah nodded. Leaning her head back against Collin’s shoulder, she slowly became aware of his penis. It was hard, and pressed up against her crack.
She was still trembling, and was having trouble breathing, and the feel of his manhood against her bum… She reached back and grabbed at his hips. “Is your name Collin?” she asked, and the sound of the gears grinding momentarily combined with the loft swaying made Sarah violently start.
Collin held her closer. “Yeah,” he said, “You’re Sarah, I remember.” He raised her skirt. “It will be all right,” he said hoarsely, moving down until his knees were on the floor. “Hush,” he whispered, as Sarah began to whimper, “it’s an old building, but it’s solid,” he finished, disappearing under her skirt. “We just have to wait.” And she could feel his tongue diving into her vagina. The shadows in the small compartment, made Sarah blink. Her legs were turning into water, partially because of her panic, and partially because, what Collin was doing was… real good. Placing her hands on her skirt, she found his head, and felt his warm hands going up her buttocks. “I wish I could see you,” she whimpered, and then he sucked on her clit.
She felt herself swell up, oh, she couldn’t stand the fact that the four walls were so closed, holding his head, her fingernails clawing, she rubbed her inner thighs against his cheeks. He needed a shave.
“Oh,” she whispered, and closed her eyes. Better. He was licking like she was cream. It was when he bit her clitoris that she came and she came hard.
Bending her head forward Sarah almost fell to the floor but Collin held her upright - his hands going up her dress and around her waist. His face was covered with her juices, when he emerged from her skirt. “How do you know so much about this lift,” she asked as he unbuttoned the front of her dress.
“I’ve worked here awhile,” Collin breathed, putting his hand on her tit. Oh she was as soft as he thought, he pulled at her nipple and then nuzzling her ear, he moved her around, “put your hands on that wall,” he urged. “Won’t that…” she gasped, doing what he asked. “No no,” Collin said, wetting his fingers before he rubbed her arsehole.
She had a splendid rim. He could skate her hole for hours. “We’ll be perfectly balanced,” he said.
Moving his fingers up the sides of her ribcage Collin grabbed hold of her tits and hung on as he slowly pushed his cock into her arsehole. He could feel himself growing bigger inside her small bum. Pinching her nipples he looked into the shadows in the corners of the lift. The emergency light was on.
Craning his head back, Collin was tempted to howl to the invisible moon as he pushed himself further in - rhythmically fucking her soft, hard, persistent while rubbing his hands over and over her breasts. When, at last, he felt himself lost in the stream of his cum — filling her up,
dripping down between her legs — Collin pulled this woman up. Pressing her back against his chest he placed his mouth on her neck as he shoved himself deeper into her buttocks, and, then, held himself, there.
“Oh,” she said, softly. Collin glanced at her face and saw that her eyes were still closed.
Well, at least she wasn’t trembling now, he thought as he slowly buttoned her shirt, and smoothed her dress down. His cock slide down inside her inner thighs.
“Oh, no,” she whispered, moving her thighs together, “feels good.” Collin kissed her cheek. “I need to call the technician,” he whispered.
“Don’t want anyone knocking on the door, unexpected, now do we?” Sarah giggled. Picking up her purse, she stuffed her papers back in her bag, as Collin rang up the lift guys. This time they answered.
In what seemed to be no time at all the regular lights flickered on, and the churning of the gears started up. They were still loud, they still clanked but at least this time there was no sound reminding Sarah of a rubber band gone wrong.
When the doors opened and they both stepped out on the ground floor, Collin looked at Sarah out of the corner of his eye.
“Someday, you’ll have to tell me about why you’re claustrophobic.” He winked. Sarah smiled, and raised her hand.
“Ta,” she said.
She watched as Collin left the building, the security guard opening the door and letting him out. The old man looked, inquiringly at Sarah. “Just a minute,” she said. Bending down she took her broken shoes off. For a moment she hesitated, than said, “oh what the hell.”
Reaching underneath her skirt she pulled her ruined stockings off as well. Dumping the stocking and the shoes into the dustbin she sashayed to the door.
“Later my good man,” she said airily, as the gobsmacked guard opened the door and watched as Sarah almost skipped down the sidewalk and disappeared from sight.
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