#1501: Office Elevator Sex
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Our first three erotic audio stories follow the rambunctious Ezmeralda on her sexual adventures. In today’s episode, she gets into an unexpected hook up at work with an almost stranger. Could it get any hotter? Oh yeah, and it’s in an elevator…
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This season we’re bringing you stories written by one of our favourite up and coming erotic writers, VamBamJam. We love sharing new discoveries with you foxy fiends and we know these stories will leave you wanting more. You can check out more of her work via the link in the show notes.
I slid into the worn, muddy brown velvet corner booth of my favourite local café, it was rare to find it empty at this busy time mid-morning when everyone was ordering their first or second coffee of the day. The buzz of chatter amongst regulars and the friendly staff felt familiar and reassuring and as the waitress came past my table, I ordered two lattes for mood enhancement, while I waited for Klara to join me.
‘Ez!’ I looked up from my scrolling to see my energetic friend heading towards me juggling her recently removed jacket along with her laptop, her bag and her phone. She heaved everything except her phone onto the chair opposite me, electing to join me at right angles so she was snuggled into the same muddy velvet as me.
‘Hey Klars, so good to see you, how long can you spare?’, I asked as we found each other’s cheeks and kissed hello.
‘I’ve got about an hour’ she said, ‘then three back-to-back meetings, I never get any actual work done when I come into the office. But how was it?’ she looked expectantly at me.
‘Not great’ I grimaced a little, ‘he was very attractive and had interesting, relaxed conversation, but when he kissed me, I felt nothing. Plus, there was way too much saliva happening during the kiss, I had to wipe my face after, yuck.’
‘Ah well,’ she grinned, ‘always better to know that now than to keep messaging imagining a skill base that is just not there.’
Our coffees arrived and we leapt at them, I enjoy cradling the hot glass with my hands and working my way around the rim, so I don’t miss any froth, the brews here are always sensational and worth savouring. Klara prefers to load some sugar and then stir in the froth, gulping from one side of the glass only, I don’t profess to understand this consumption method, but she relishes it.
‘How are things with your perfect lover then?’ Klara has recently been seeing a guy that she is calling her perfect fit, on account of the way he fits inside her. She smiled and got that lustily satisfied look on her face that she gets when she’s thinking about him. ‘Yeah, he’s still my top performer, I think we are having a threesome next weekend with a woman that I’ve been flirting with, it will be the first time we’ve had another person with us so let’s see how that goes.’
We both sat for a moment thinking about this potential delight and then went back to our coffees. The hour passed very quickly in an almost non-stop stream of chatter, a mixture of work, lovers, food and current viewing, underlaid by some passionate debates on the state of the latest government electives and the continuing misogyny in Klara’s workplace.
As my wonderful friend made her way back to the office, overjoyed at the trifecta of back-to-backs she was required to attend, I decided I should probably check in on my team at our own sunny place of work a couple of blocks away, before heading over to my home office to finish the business review I was struggling my way through.
I was overthinking something that didn’t require that amount of mental effort, standing by the elevator, waiting on the numbers to count their way down to G, when I smelt a fresh waft of spicy cologne that cut short my ruminating and made me turn my head to find out where it originated.
Fuck! It was the super hot guy that worked at the law firm a few floors above my team that I had been having insane fantasies about for months now. At that precise moment the elevator finally dinged, and his long, muscular arm adorned with a large Rolex watch, reached past to hold the doors open for me to enter.
I stepped inside, closely followed by his aromatic bulk, and turned to face the exit as you automatically seem to do upon commencing your journey in the small, mirrored box. No one else entered and we waited quietly for the doors to swish their way together and for the ride to commence. I suddenly realised that I’d not yet pressed the button for my floor and stretched quickly in front of him to do so, feeling flustered. I meant to return to my steadfast position with my gaze focused on either my shoes or the door, but I found myself licentiously leaning into him and almost as if it was outside of my control, my hand found its way to his solidly curved pectoral muscle, and I gave it a little squeeze.
I presume time actually stood still in that moment as accusations of non-consensual touching pummelled their way through my brain and I saw myself being marched from the building by a security escort. I had to look up to see how offended he was, and as I slowly raised my eyes to meet his and began to remove my hand, a warm, smooth palm trapped my hand in place, while another pulled me closer at the small of my back, slipping down towards my butt.
The look on his face was definitely not one of upset, instead it matched mine which was full of lust, fuelled by self-pleasure sessions where this very specimen I was currently touching was doing really dirty things to me in the best possible ways.
The rush I felt in that moment was primal as I pressed into him, grabbing at the back of his neck to pull his mouth down to mine, losing my mind and my breath as our lips met tasting even better than I had imagined they would.
He spun us around and located the stop button to suspend the elevator, barely even breaking contact with me. Our kisses were becoming more passionate, his tongue was amazing, teasing me, I wanted that tongue to touch all of my erogenous zones, I could focus on nothing more in that moment than this man wrapped around me.
He took my shoulders and turned me to face the mirror, I placed my palms flat to the glass as he ran his hands over my breasts and began to unbutton my shirt. I watched mesmerised as the buttons popped open revealing my red bra through which my nipples screamed for release.
He bent his head for a moment and located the zip at the rear of my skirt which he quickly undid, and the fabric pooled at my feet. My bra joined my skirt on the floor, and I was naked except for my red panties and animal print ankle boots.
It was so hot watching him undress me, I was unashamedly pressing myself backwards into him, grinding my hips and making my desire for him extremely apparent. He held my gaze in the mirror and began unbuttoning his own shirt, I salivated as he shrugged it off and then unbuckled his belt, opening the top of his pants to allow his cock to extend straight out towards my ass.
He pressed me further forward onto the mirror, so my breasts were smashing up against it and I turned my head sideways to try to capture more of his kisses and to better see his entire body crushing me to the wall in our side reflection. He started moving his hips back and forward, sliding his cock in between my ass cheeks while capturing my hands under his so that I could barely move.
He reached one hand towards my ass and yanked my panties to the tops of my thighs then continued to rub against me causing delicious friction around my extremely sensitive anus area. I could feel the lubrication of his pre-cum helping him slide along my rear valley and the thought of it made my pussy throb massively.
He locked eyes with me as he brought the fingers of his right hand to his mouth, inserting his first and index then removing them slick with saliva. I was burning up as he reached down to press those wet digits onto my clit just above the fabric line of my pulled low panties. His pressure was firm but gentle and he let the rocking of him teasing my ass drive the movement. He was barely touching my clitoris directly, more pressing against my outer labia, crushing the nerve endings beneath my juicy lips.
I felt his hips pull away from me and he angled his cock to enter my swollen vagina, both him and I pulsing with raw desire. He lined up the tip of himself and I braced for a slow, teasing entry, but instead he roughly pushed himself into me, further pounding me against the mirror, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so turned on in all my life.
The mix of cold glass against my breasts and stomach, the tight restriction of my knickers around the tops of my thighs, the solid mass of his cock inside me, the sensation of his fingers pressing into my most holy of holy’s, the illicitness of being suspended in a public elevator, the sounds that leapt from me were animalistic.
He started fucking me harder and I arched into him hungry for all he could give me. The elevator cart was rocking with us, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop myself dissolving if I came, lathering his hard piece of penetrating flesh with my fuck juices.
As roughly as he had entered me, he pulled out, turning me around to face him before sinking to his knees in front of me. He lifted my left leg and placed my foot, still encased in my ankle boot, onto his shoulder, and began to eat my pussy with great focus, rolling my clit with his tongue, licking down to the dripping opening of my vagina, sucking into his mouth my pleasure puffed labia, kissing and worshipping my entire vulva like a man starved of life.
I messed up his pretty office hair with my demanding fingers, pulling him closer and pushing into him for maximum contact. I could feel him moaning softly and the sound resonated as vibrations through my entire pussy, I was panting and groaning with no care for anyone listening. His attentions were quickly bringing me to climax, and he zoned in on my clit as I began to beg for release.
My legs gave out and I fell on his face literally as I writhed in waves of ecstasy. His hands grabbed my butt cheeks to hold me upright and as my tremors finally started to slow, he pulled his face from between my thighs and we both sank to the elevator floor. He positioned me facing him in his lap and entered me with his still rigid erection causing masses of over sensation throughout my well pleasured vulva.
His thrusts up into me were gentle but insistent and I could see his face scrunching up with that sexy as fuck scowl that belied his acute arousal. He palmed my back pressing his face into my breasts and I held onto his head and neck as he began to rock deeper, his penis becoming harder and more urgent, his cries getting louder as he crushed me to him like a sex doll.
I could feel his orgasm rising with each thrust and he went into a trancelike state, pawing at me and biting my breasts as he exploded his hot semen all over my plush red velvet walls. We clamped together in post orgasmic bliss while our breathing returned to a more normal rhythm and cognitive coherency regained control of our minds.
Hesitantly we looked at each other with slightly shy smiles, unsure of what was the appropriate interaction to follow the wild abandon of elevator sex with a person you barely knew. I was about to say something inane, when the elevator alarm began to sound and the box started to move upwards, intent on completing its original journey.