Lift Me Up
I work on the 25th floor of an office block. I'd like to say I was a fitness freak who took the stairs, but although I'm pretty fit it's just a bit too far for that! So every day it's the same thing. Each morning I arrive at work and end up jam packed in the lift with what seems like a million other people. As the lift moves upwards it stops at each floor, spewing out bodies, but somehow it's not until we get to around the 12th floor that there actually seems to be any more room in there. Going home at night is no better. It seems like the whole world work on my floor as we jostle for position and on its descent, just when you think there can't possibly be room for anymore, another mess of bodies get in. When we finally reach ground level the doors open and we all fall out, rushing to find some personal space and to breath fresh air! I absolutely hate it. I've tried arriving at work at different times, but it doesn't make that much difference and the only time I'm likely to get any space is if I work late, which is not something I like to do. It's not even as if you get to meet anyone in the lift, bodies are squashed up against each other so tight you can't even look around. There are the odd mumbles of 'sorry' or 'ouch', but apart from that it's a completely friendless box.
Tonight though my boss has asked me to work late. There's a big board meeting in the morning and she needs some reports finishing, and would I mind and she'd be ever so grateful, I can even come it a bit later in the morning. What can I say? So I stay behind and get to work and the time just seems to slip by. Before I know it the cleaners are in moving about between the desks and I look at my watch and realise its 8 o'clock and I'm starving.
I'm off Heather, I've left the reports on my desk. Have you finished yet?'
'No I'll be here at least another hour or so, I'm so tired.'
'Look I'll come in early if you like and give you and hand then.'
'No, it's OK Maria, I'll get it done. Thanks, have a good night'.
I collect my stuff and walk towards the lifts. At least I won't have to endure the indignity of being squashed between a thousand bodies, the building must be empty. The lift arrives and the doors open, but instead of being empty there is a lone woman with her cleaning trolley. She moves over to the corner, dragging her trolley with her and nods at me as I get in. She's young and pretty and I wonder what desperation has driven her to take a thankless job like this, clearing up other's people's mess every day, but I guess someone has to do it. The lift moves off with an unusual jerk and I drop my bag, the contents spreading across the lift floor. She bends down to help me retrieve my possessions but not a word is spoken. 'Thanks' I say when the last of the items is safely back in my bag. 'No problem' she whispers.
We have been so busy collecting up my bits and pieces we haven't noticed that the lift has actually stopped. I panic mildly 'We're not moving' I say.
'She reaches out and presses the button marked G. Nothing. Then she tries the 'doors open' button. Still nothing. 'Looks like we're stuck' she says. Wouldn't you know it! 'Hadn't we better press the alarm or something?' I ask. 'Sure, but I think it'll be a while at this time of night. You OK?' She asks reaching for the alarm button.
'I just don't really like being shut in, how long to do you think it'll be?'
'An hour, maybe less, maybe more. Relax, sit down, we'll be fine'.
I slide down to the floor and realise how hot it is in here. I take off my jacket. She removes her uniform jacket. She has a good figure, with large well-shaped breasts in contrast to my own rather small but pert ones. 'You're very pretty, what on earth are you doing working here?' I realise it is a tactless question as soon as the words have left my mouth.
'It's a job'. She says. 'My but it's hot in here honey, do you mind if I take off my pants?' She stand up and slips down the baggy trousers, which make up the rest of her uniform. She has great legs. 'Why don't you take off your tights, you must be roasted. I can't argue with that. The temperature seems to be 100 degrees in here. I slip off my shoes and roll down my pantyhose, at the last minute remembering I am not wearing any knickers and wondering if she has caught sight of my pussy! She is sitting there in just her knickers and a t-shirt; I at least have my skirt to cover myself.
I start to get anxious, start pacing the small floor. 'If you're that worried, maybe we should do something to take your mind off things'. She laughs but makes a grab for my leg, running her hand up my bare calf and up my thigh. I look at her again and think how pretty she is, think about her soft well shaped breasts and imagine what it would be like to take the nipples I can see through her top into my lips. I move a step closer to her and don't object as her hand rises further, until the tips of her fingers are brushing the lips of my cunt. I reach round and undo my skirt that falls to the floor. Her hands then become more searching, as she kneels up in front of me, opening my pussy just a little to expose my clit and sinks her mouth full on to it. Her touch is gentle, but she knows exactly what she is doing as she takes my clit between her teeth, teasing and arousing me. I discard my shirt as she takes off her top and bra. Her lovely breasts are so inviting and I fall to my knees, taking each large nipple in my mouth, sucking and teasing her, feeling them go erect against my tongue. We fall to the floor together, head to toe as we take in each other's wetness, licking and sucking, biting each other's clits just enough but not too much, fingers and tongues exploring each other's holes. She rubs my clit with her thumb, two of her fingers inside my cunt, her mouth locked down on me. I reciprocate, she is sweet and delicious.
Fingers and tongues working on each other, I can feel she is going to bring me to orgasm and sense by the tightening of her cunt that she too is about to come. As she does her juices pour into my mouth, and I drink her in.
Just then we hear voices, it is our rescuers. We dress quickly, the doors open. 'Will I see you again?' I ask as she makes to push her trolley out the lift. 'I doubt it, I'm just filling in for my sister tonight.' She turns and walks away.
Written by Belles Directory
