“I want to have sex in the elevator.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

“I want to have sex in the elevator.”It’s the middle of the night. I’m sleeping soundly. Then suddenly, I’m awakened by the lights in Caroline’s bedroom. I say “What the …” and sit up to see Caroline, naked, rifling through her closet. She says “Get up!” I ask “What for?””I want to have sex in the elevator.”Still half asleep, not thinking clearly, and not entirely certain of what I just heard, I ask “… with me?”She stops what she’s doing, faces me, stands with her fists on her hips, fully displaying her slim figure, small tits, trimmed pubic hair and tanlines, and gives me a look of exasperation. I smile, my 9 inch boner comes to full attention, and she smiles too.Caroline and I had dated on and off for a while, but things have become more regular since our schedules have finally synced up. She’s lived in high-rise apartment buildings since I’ve known her, and always on one of the upper floors. One of the things we’ve done since we first started seeing each other is that, as we ride the elevator up to her floor, when all the other passengers have gotten off at the lower floors, I’ve grabbed her, kissed her, and caressed her until we arrived at her floor. Over time, she has actually regarded other passengers with distain if they push buttons for any of the upper floors, because she knows that we won’t have much opportunity to go at it like we usually do.We had spent a pleasant evening out, come back to her place, gone to bed for some excellent sex, when once again the orgasm scoreboard shows her very much in the lead (I don’t mind so much when it looks like a hockey score, but when it starts looking like baseball …), and we drifted off to sleep.Now, it’s one in the morning on a Friday night, we’re awake, and she’s naked, going through her closet, presumably looking for appropriate attire for getting fucked in public. She holds up a variety of items, seeking my opinion, but whatever I say doesn’t deter her from setting it aside, disapprovingly. (Figures.) I ask her about any of the cute little tank tops I bought her recently. (They were small, thin, and showed off her erect nipples quite well.) She says that her daughter took them with her to college. (Damn.) I ask her if she’s got any tube tops. She searches and pulls out a brown one and says it’s the only one she’s got. I suggest that she wear it as a skirt, and she looks at me quizzically. I tell her to put it on, and she wears it to cover her small breasts. I tell her to pull it down, and she lowers it to cover her belly. I tell her to pull it down lower, and she finally gets the idea and pulls it down over her bubble butt. She looks amazing in it, but when she looks in the mirror, she decides “Cute, but not tonight”, pulls it off and tosses it aside. I ask her if she’s got any pleated miniskirts, and she smiles flirtingly and asks “You mean like a cheerleader?” I smile and say that she should wear something that will be easy to pull up for easy access, but will fall back into place as circumstances change. She browses through her stacks of clothes until she finds just the thing and pulls it on. “Now for a top” she says. I ask if she’s got any blazers and she says no, but pulls out an old dungaree jacket with some embroidery on the pockets and back. She pulls it on and starts to button it up, but I stop her after she covers her navel. She’s a wet dream come alive, despite the fact that she doesn’t have any honest-to-god cleavageShe goes over to her dresser and opens a drawer. I ask her what she’s looking for, and she says “Panties.” I say “PANTIES!?! What do you want to wear panties for?” She says “I’m not going anywhere without wearing panties. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”, to which I respond “… the kind that wants to have sex in the elevator.” She stares at me for a moment while pondering my answer, closes the drawer, and goes back into the closet to look for appropriate shoes. I’m ten inches taller than her, so I ask her to find her tallest high-heels. I’m hoping that she can come up with some sexy high-heel sandals, but she produces some 2 inch high pumps. So be it.By now, I’ve pulled buca escort on my jeans, shirt, and running shoes, and we’re ready to go. She goes for her purse, but I tell her to give her house keys and driver’s license to me and leave her purse behind. I put them and my own driver’s license and keys in the inside pocket of my windbreaker, and we leave. She walks quickly to the elevators, dragging me along. I’m trying to be cool, though I’m not sure why. She punches the DOWN button, turns to me and pulls my head down for a kiss as she presses her body against mine. I can’t help wondering what might have happened this evening that would have led this beautiful, sexy woman who doesn’t like to have sex in her living room, to want to have sex in the elevator. I’m also wondering if I could save some in a bottle for later.When the elevator arrives, she pulls me in, and backs into a corner. We devour each other as the door closes. I’m running my hands up her legs under her skirt and over her ass as she rubs her crotch against my bulge. After a minute or so, I realize that we’re not moving, probably because I haven’t pushed a button, so I reach over and push G, and we start down. We’re going hot and heavy for a minute or so, then the elevator stops, the door opens, and we get out. We’re just standing there for a minute when I tell her to wait. I go out to the edge of the entrance lobby where I can look at the guard station. There’s only one guard, and while there are security cameras in the elevators, the guard isn’t paying attention to any of the monitors. I go back to Caroline and the elevators, and press UP. I tell her that I was checking and that we probably don’t have to worry about security. As the elevator door opens, another couple arrives, and Caroline is visibly annoyed. We enter, I press 22 while the other guy presses 8. That’s not too bad. On the ride up, Caroline and the other woman glare at each other disapprovingly, while the guy soaks in the image of Caroline and looks at me enviously. When they get off, we go back to climbing inside one another’s mouths.When we get off at 22 (not her floor which is 16, but two below the top floor, which is labeled PH), we let the door close, and accost each other there in the small elevator lobby. After a minute or so, I press the DOWN button and the door immediately opens to the elevator we just got off of. I’ll have to remember to give it a little longer so it will go back down before I press the button again. I also realize that this will continue as a minute or so of hot ‘n’ heavy followed by a minute or so of waiting followed by a minute or so of hot ‘n’ heavy, on and on and on, until one or the other of us cums or we can’t take it anymore. This is going to be one long tease. Fun, but a tease none the less.On the way back down, I get on my knees in front of her, lift her skirt, and bury my tongue in her pussy. She holds my head with both hands, shoves her pussy forward and her head back. When we arrive at the ground floor, we break it off, and I suggest we go into the large Mail Center to make like we’re checking to see if she has any mail. She’s walking around with a blank stare and her mouth hanging open, and nods her head. When we get back to the elevators, and get on the next one, we’re alone. She already has both hands on my bulge. I push her down to her knees, take out my cock and start fucking her face. When the bell rings and the door starts to open on 23, I back away and put my cock away. Caroline is still on her knees looking up at me, and I pull her up and out of the elevator. The door closes, and we start groping one another until we hear the elevator go down, then I press the DOWN button and we get back to groping. When the other elevator comes up to our floor, we get on, I push her face toward the wall, get on my knees and shove my tongue between her ass cheeks. She arches her back, shoving her ass back at me, and I can now run my tongue from her clit to her anus and back. … over and over and over again. When we reach the ground floor, we get off. We’re standing there for a bit, when buca escort bayan I reach over, push open the exit door, and drag Caroline out with me. She asks “Why did you do that?” I respond “If we get caught, do you want it to happen in your own building?” She remains silent as she walks alongside me.Her building is one of many in this development, which includes a large common parking lot complete with median strips, wooded picnic areas and an all-night convenience store. We didn’t bring any money, and I don’t want us to be too conspicuous, so we stay clear of the convenience store on our way to a building across the way. We pass through a picnic area and when we come to a picnic table, I grab Caroline, back her up to it, take out my cock and slide it into her already dripping pussy. She’s up on her elbows, watching my cock enter her, and when I slide it all the way in (not balls deep, because I hurt her when I do that, but close) she tosses her head back and moans. I pound her a few times and the moans grow in pitch and intensity. When she looks up at me, I pound her twice more and pull out. I take her hand and step back, pulling her to her feet. She looks up at me with both disappointment and pussy juice running out of her. We take a few more steps and come to another picnic table. I push her face down onto it, and lift the hem of her skirt so I can see her fine tanlined bubble butt, but the skirt falls back down. I tuck the hem into the waistband, pull out my cock, and slide it into her pussy. She grabs the table as if her life depends on it, and moans. She loves it like this, and I love watching her ass jiggle as I fuck her, but I need to be careful as I’ve hurt her with my 9 inch cock like this before when I get carried away. I slide my cock in about half way several times, but it’s darker here than it was at the other table, so it’s not as much fun for me. I pull out, pull her up, and we head for the other building.These buildings all have exit doors in their elevator lobbies, but they’re designed only for exiting the building, not entering. They want people to enter through the lobby past the guard, but somehow that door on Caroline’s building has been rigged so that you can open it from the outside. I take a chance, and sure enough, the door on this building has been similarly rigged, so we enter straight into the elevator lobby, and I press the UP button. The door opens and we get on. She backs me into a corner, pulls out my cock, and rubs it against her pussy. My cock is curved downward, so there’s no way that I can penetrate her that way, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. When we get to 22 and the door opens, she pulls me out of the elevator, braces herself against the wall as she bends over, exposing that same cute tanlined bubble butt with the hem of her skirt still tucked into her waistband, and looks over her shoulder at me. (God, I love that look.) I can hear her purring just like her cat, as I walk up behind her with my cock guiding the way. I slide in and out of her pussy a few times until I hear the elevator go down. She pleads “NOOO!” as I pull out to push the DOWN button. I return and insert my cock a few inches into her pussy, immediately pull it out and start sliding it around her anus. She holds her breath and backs up. I know that once my cock has been in her ass, there’s no way she’ll put her mouth anywhere near it. This has been an extraordinary experience, but I don’t want to ruin it by trying to push her too far, and I want her mouth on my cock again soon, so I just tease her anus with my cock as she squirms.The bell rings and the elevator door opens. We break it off and she drags me into the elevator by my cock. She shoves me into the far corner, holding my cock with both hands as she kisses me. I slide my hands into her mostly unbuttoned dungaree jacket to play with her nipples, and hear that old familiar moan emanating from her throat. Before I know it, the door shuts and we’re on our way down. Suddenly, we stop and the door opens. I hear people conversing, and as two couples enter, the conversation immediately escort burca come to a halt. Four people all have their eyes and their mouths wide open as they take in the image of Caroline and I, Caroline with the hem of her skirt tucked into the waistband. One of the guys says “Holy shhhhh…”. One of the women reaches over to press G, the door closes and we’re on our way down. Everyone is quiet except Caroline who continues to moan as I play with her nipples. They don’t know exactly what’s going on because Caroline is blocking their view, but I’m certain that they have a pretty good idea. When we reach G and the door opens, the guys are reluctant to get out, but the women push them out the door. We stay put. They snicker as they leave, and two women get on. They too are stunned by the exhibition before them. One comes up close to Caroline, and Caroline throws her head back. The other reaches over to press 17, and turns her attention back to Caroline and her friend. The door closes, and the first one nuzzles into Caroline’s neck. I suspect, though I have no way of knowing, that she’s also caressing Caroline’s ass. Caroline drops my cock, and turns toward her new lover. They kiss, and the other woman glares at me. I don’t know who’s doing it, but Caroline and her lover are leaning back on me, forcing my cock between Caroline’s exposed butt cheeks as Caroline wriggles her ass. I’m not complaining.All the way up to 17, my cock is in heaven, while I look sheepishly at the second woman who’s glaring at me. When we stop at 17, Caroline’s lover takes her hand and leads her off the elevator, while the second woman blocks my path. The elevator door closes and I’m alone, in shock at what just happened, and sporting a raging boner. It takes a moment for reality to kick in, and I finally press the OPEN button. I step into the elevator lobby, and hear an apartment door shut. I look up and down the hallway, but I can see no trace of Caroline. I resign myself to being cuckolded by lesbians, thinking that if I were to be cuckolded, this is the way I’d want it to happen. I press the DOWN button, and force my still raging boner into my jeans.On my way back to Caroline’s building, I stop at the picnic table I bent Caroline over, take out my cock, and jerk off to a monster orgasm. I return to Caroline’s apartment and fall asleep alone, imagining that Caroline is having the time of her life, and hoping that she’ll tell me about it.I awaken to her phone ringing, and I take a chance and answer it. It’s Caroline. She tells me to come get her, gives me the apartment number, and gives me a long list of clothes I’m to bring. I grab only the brown tube top and head over to the other building. When I ring the doorbell of the apartment, I can see someone looking through the peephole, then some murmurs, then the door opens. Caroline is standing there, and asks me where her clothes are. I hand her the tube top, and she looks up at me disappointedly. She shuts the door. I hear some more murmuring, then nothing. Finally, the door opens and Caroline comes out wearing the tube top along with the pleated skirt and dungaree jacket (buttoned up this time), and walks past me to the elevator lobby. We ride down in silence, and as we walk through the picnic area, she stops at the very table I jerked of onto last night, takes out my cock, bends over and guides my cock to her lubricated anus. I would normally want to make a moment like this last, but I sense that both of us are way too excited for it to last very long. I tuck the hem of her skirt into the waistband and pound her ass while she bites the sleeve of her dungaree jacket to silence her screams. After we both cum, I sit for a while to recover, while she remains bent over the table. There’s more activity in the light of day than there was on our previous visit here, so we gather ourselves up, she smiles slyly at me as she pulls the hem of her skirt out of the waistband, and we continue on to Caroline’s apartment. We both jump in the shower, where, after washing my cock, she sucks my dick for a while. I’ve got other plans for it, so I pull her off, and pull he to her bed where we have sex, in one form or another, for the rest of the weekend.The orgasm tally looked like a football score.She never would tell me how it went with those two women, though.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir