Message-ID: <20464eli$9903100432@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Gnomish Invention Subject: {LeAnna} Love In an Elevator [m/f] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990310011550.8930.rocketmail@web710.mail.yahoo.com> Please avoid this story if you are a minor or uptight. No plagiarizing, or Mr. Lawyer and Mr. Baseball Bat will have to deal with you. E-mail me for permission - everything will go much smoother, trust me. ;) leegnome@yahoo.com <- hotmail has failed me one too many times! [Love In an Elevator by LeAnna] It is fresh in my memory like yesterday. I call it the best day of my life. His rough hands were suddenly soft as he caressed my face. He leaned forward to kiss me, a quick kiss that caught and lingered for moments beyond its intent. As we drew apart, we stared into each other's eyes. I shivered with anticipation. "Now." He pressed the 'up' button. I clasped his hand tightly and stood in front of the elevator, on the first floor. I heard a faint dinging as the elevator came down, down, down, past all the other floors to the lobby. This glass elevator was unique - one of two in the entire state quite like it. 27 floors, all glass - around the elevator and in the front of the building - so it felt like you were flying, up and away, outside in the world. I was afraid of heights. Had always been - that was why I was doing this. That, and perhaps I had a need to reaffirm my trust in him and in our relationship - things had been a little rocky lately. Perhaps I should clarify the meaning of 'rocky'. About a month ago, we'd come to this very same hotel to celebrate our one-year anniversary. It was kind of stupid, really - I'd mentioned something about needing to be with him forever, only he took it the wrong way. Or maybe the right way, who knows. But he got terribly angry and accused me of trying to tie him down, and then stormed out of the hotel. Well, I wouldn't mind tying him down - however, it certainly wasn't my intent at the time, and it only drove him in the opposite direction. So much for romanticism! He'd come to my house the next day with flowers and apologies, but since then, things were . . . tense. I felt afraid to confide in him the same way I had before. And he was ever more confusing than before - warm one moment, cold the next. My head spun so much I hardly knew what to think. We were slowly - so very damned slowly - working our way back into ease. Perhaps doing this would bridge the chasm of our relationship. I clutched his hand tighter, and he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. His hand brushed against my left buttock, not quite accidentally. He played (for just a fleeting second) with the hem of my skirt. I wriggled against him and winked, and his handsome face tensed for a moment as he suddenly remembered what we were here to do. Sexual tension . . . got to love it! My glance dropped to the front of his sweat pants. Yes. Only 27 floors, but it didn't look like there would be a problem starting . . Ding! The golden doors parted for us, and we strolled into the empty glass kingdom. The doors closed and we got busy. He bent forward to kiss me, his tongue flickering against my lower lip as he gripped my thighs and lifted me up, pressing me against the side wall corner of the elevator, in such a way that I had a perfect view of the outside world, just as we'd planned. I was supported by a brass banister that ran along the sides, and by his strong arms along my bottom. "Are you okay with it?" He pressed me harder against the glass, his erection pressing between my legs. I caught my breath at his putting my weight against such fragile-seeming glass, and at the same time, I squirmed against him, feeling the wonderful hardness against me. I gulped, both in fear and in anticipation. I was more than okay with it. I had an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. "Hurry," I gasped. He slid a hand up my skirt, greeting no panties, and tickled me slightly. I sunk my head into his neck and sighed, undulating my hips against his hand. My own hands dropped to pull the front of his sweat pants down, and he sprung free. He had a beautiful cock. Long, thick, and wonderfully veined. It curved in just the slightest bit so when we made love, he would press against my special spot. And it wasn't too long, mind you, because he never jabbed into my cervix, not even when he ground as tightly into me as he could go. He, however, was thick enough to require plenty of my own juice - hence the hours of foreplay that often preceded first penetration. All those hours were unnecessary -- he could moisten my panties simply by looking at me a certain hungry way - but they were fun. These thoughts were making me squirm with need. I gripped him and quickly guided him home, where I was very ready for him. My pussy was primed - the lips were slightly parted, and moisture ran in abundance across my lips and down my ass cheeks. I'd been anticipating this for a while, and had been running it over and over in my head all morning, and now I twitched inside with every inch that I took. The elevator started to move. At the 2nd floor, he thrust it as hard and deep as he could, one smooth stroke, and I arched my back against the glass, moaning deep in my throat. We rose, higher and higher, and I felt my heart thumping with the pure sensation of him inside me, and with the pure emotion of my fear of heights. Third floor, he kept it deep inside me, rotating from side to side, grinding. The world spun underneath me, and I had to force myself to not close my eyes. My hands were clutching at his broad shoulders, and my head tilted back in spite of myself. Spin, spin, spin! Oh! It all caught up with me, all at once, and slammed into me the instant that he lifted one of his hands off my ass to caress my nipple. I shook with orgasm, my heart quaking in fear, my fingers clutching at his back. He nibbled my ear . . . oh! God, yes. 5th floor and going. Going, going . . . He started to whisper into my ear, things that started out gentlemanly and then would have made me blush, except - oh! This - ahh - sudden as thunder, my body was enveloped in a strong, enormous flame unlike those of just recently. And then a bigger flame burst out from it, spreading like wildfire all over my body. I moved with his strokes as much as I could, slamming into his thrusts, but he had me pinned against the glass sides and left me mostly motionless. His fingers were deep into my legs, and his face was tight. Grind, grind, grind. Harder and harder against me. I leaned over. "Faster, my darling, faster," I whispered, my voice breathy. The last "faster" was drawn out into a hesitant moan. I watched a small house in the horizon get smaller and smaller, so quickly - 14th floor - so fast, so fast -- I'm falling! No! The elevator side gave -- gave out -- no! I jumped, all at once, and clutched him as close to me as I could, my mind whirling. He chose that exact moment, that moment that we'd planned, to catch me in a deep kiss and thrust, thrust, thrust! Harder, harder, harder! Oh! My head tilted back, and a yelp was released from my mouth. The world went white. The last thing I remembered was his grunt of acquiescence, his arms suddenly tightening around my body. His face had that beautiful orgasmic expression - I watched in silent awe as his jaw went slack, and his eyes rolled the slightest bit. He let out a wet moan, slow and sweet, and I listened to his beautiful song. His pelvic jabs were quick and short, and finally, he fell towards me, his head buried in my neck. I wrapped my arms around his head and held him to my chest. Ding. Ding. Ding. We were at the 27th floor. I leaned over and pressed the button for the first floor, journey downward. I looked out into the parking lot - the cars were ants, the people were nonexistent, and the flagpole, the huge flagpole, was barely a sliver of a match. Fear still clutched at my stomach, but with it was accompanied a sense of satiation, a deep inner peace. He smiled, his eyes closed. He kissed me on the side of my mouth. "I love you," he murmured. My happiness smiled. "I love you too." He reached into his pocket and took out a Kleenex, withdrawing out of me and gently dabbing up the mingled juices that ran down my thighs. I kissed him in appreciation. There was more to leak out, but I'd worry about that in a few moments. The elevator slowed. Hmm. That was fast. It - oh - it was stopping! On the 21st floor! Why was it stopping at the 21st floor? It was after 2a.m. Nobody in their right minds would be . . . We jerked away from each other at the same time. His eyes were panicky. I - no - too late to - doors opening! He moved closer to me, and dropped his hands down to my sides, pulling my skirt as far down to the knees as he could. With the same movement, he pulled up his sweat pants, thereby keeping himself from being exposed to the outside world. Which was good for him, but I was stuck. Vulnerable. If I stayed in this position, I looked like a young girl with her legs apart being pressed by a young stud against the wall. A young stud who had a wet Kleenex in his hand. But if I got down, in a tiny skirt, I'd momentarily flash everything, and cum would dribble down my legs . . . Hmmm. I stayed put. He chewed his lip nervously, and we both trained our eyes on the opening door. Um. Couldn't be worse, really. An old man with a cane squinted as he led his wife into the elevator. They gave us a first, very peculiar look. The polite thing for them to do would have been to look away - no, would have been for them to step right out of the elevator, but the doors were closing - so they looked away. The lady looked off into the distance and murmured, "3rd floor, if I may." Uh-oh . . . I couldn't quite reach. I'd reached earlier, but we'd shifted places since then. His warm brown eyes were cold with panic. I pressed my left thigh against him, motioning for him to move to the left. He moved too quickly, and I gritted my teeth. Slow! So slow they wouldn't notice, you dimwit! Notice what? Too much already noticed! I reached my arm out and stabbed the button, and then sank my head into his shoulder, half in embarrassment, half in fear. I heard a quiet whispering of a snicker. Oh, God. Now they were laughing at us. I couldn't believe it. I looked up at them, and the old lady was biting her lips between her teeth, her cheeks red. She looked as if she was making a honest effort to not laugh. The old man had a faraway look in his eyes, staring off into the distance. After a few moments, he looked over at her and smiled, patting her shoulder. I felt a strange comfort as they got off the elevator, hand in hand. My lover kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear, "I will still love you when we're that old." He pulled away from me and set me down on my feet, and I embraced him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. "Oh my . . .!" He looked a bit embarrassed. "I was going to wait, but, well, it seems appropriate now. I can't wait any longer, I don't think." Chuckled. I was in utter surprise - although I should have seen it coming, shouldn't I? "We've been together for so long, and I've been crazy about you since the day we met. I'm so sorry for blowing up at you back then -- I just wanted it so bad and I was afraid of what I was feeling. But now I know . . . please be my wife, Kara." He opened the box to reveal a beautiful glittering ring. "Oh, god." Pause. "There's nothing I want more . . . yes!" I started to cry. His face broke into a wide smile as he slipped it over my finger, and I hugged him as tightly as I could. We held each other for a long while, standing there in the elevator. And this time, we didn't care who saw. -- email comments to leanna1@hotmail.com. There is not an archive webpage up currently. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----