Lora’s mind was swirling. She wasn’t even sure if her body would remember what to do, especially being guided by her brain, which was muddled by anxiety. She wondered what spirit had invaded her, moving her limbs for her, guiding her lips and her tongue. But whatever it was, it knew what it was doing.
And so did he.
She gave herself up to it. It was a little late to pull out of it now. What would they talk about? How would they manage to be cooped up in this space drenched in sexual tension. No…it was best to just go with the flow, something Lora was not at all good at.
He put his hands in her hair, and cradled the base of her skull, pulling her into him so he could reach her ears, her neck. The intensity built, and they began reaching for each others clothes, undoing buttons, fumbling with zippers and hooks. Literally blind, they exploring each other in a way that few lovers do. Having no sense of what the other looked like, their minds were free to just luxuriate in the other senses.
Lora could have determined his physical features in her mind, but she preferred the dark…the not knowing. He didn’t have to be anyone. There was no fantasy man to conjure up in her brain…because – hell – this was more of a fantasy than she’d even come up with in her own dreams.
Alex untucked her blouse from her skirt and unhooked her bra. He slipped his hand underneath the edge of it, and held one of her breasts, squeezing it gently, running a finger over the nipple a few times, as if to test its sensitivity. She squirmed a bit under his touch, her skin hot to the touch.
“Where’s that condom, Lora? I think it’s time to find it.”
“Oh, yes….yes…let me find it.” Nothing like breaking the mood for safety in a situation that in any other circumstance would be anything but. In fact, though she’d turned her mind off to it, Lora knew what she was doing was crazy…and stupid.
She dug around in her purse, found the confounded thing and pulled it out. Honestly, she wasn’t sure if it was even still good. It’d been in there for some time. But, at this point, she figured there was no reason to become level-headed now.
“Here it is…a bit embarrassing, though…I think it glows in the dark.” She giggled nervously under her breath, somehow a bit self-conscious now. She wondered why she cared what this stranger thought of her condom choice. In all actuality, it had been from a gift of naughty bits and pieces a friend had given her for her birthday, in jest.
“That’s very serendipitous,” he laughed. She caught the humor of it as well, and was relieved by his response.
“Let’s find out if it works.” He ripped open the package, and they were met by a moderate green glow.
“Well, at least neither one of us will have trouble finding my cock.”
“I suppose that’s helpful,” Lora laughed. “May I do the honors?”
“Absolutely.” He handed her the glowing ring and she kicked off her heels and bent slowly to her knees. Once she was in place, reaching up his thigh to find his cock, she found herself licking her lips, remembering this position and realizing what was in front of her face. She took him in her loose fist, leaned forward, and wrapped her mouth around him. He let out a sigh, and she could tell he had reached out to the bars to stabilize himself. His sigh encouraged her, so she continued follow her mouth’s desire, taking all of him into her mouth and slowly sliding her lips back to the head.
He leaned back against the wall, and Lora scooted forward just a bit for comfort, placing one hand under his balls to support his cock, and the other, still holding the condom between two fingers, on his thigh to balance herself.
Within minutes, Alex was groaning and sighing more quickly, his orgasm building and pulsing in his cock…Lora could feel it between her lips and in her hand.
“Okay, you’d better stop…I think it’s time to put that condom on.”
Lora pulled her mouth from him, and rolled the condom down to the base of his cock. The glow was too weak to light up anything else, but the disembodied dick looked a bit ridiculous bobbing in the air by itself. They both looked at it and laughed until Alex reached out to her, pulling her towards him.
“Let me lay out my jacket…I wouldn’t want your lovely ass to have to touch the elevator floor. And I wouldn’t want your knees scraped up or bruised. Let me take the brunt of injury.”
“How chivalrous of you,” Lora laughed, but found the offer rather sweet, and welcomed.
He shuffled around a bit, laying down his jacket, finding hers and adding it to the equation, and Lora just stood back smiling to herself as she watched the glow of his cock bouncing around in the dark.
At this point, she also began to wonder when help would show up. Would they hear them coming? Would they get caught, literally, with their pants down?
From his knees, he reached up to her pulling her towards him, reaching his hands up her skirt, pulling down her nylons and helping her step out of them. Setting them aside, he kissed from her knee up her right thigh, and then pulled her panties off and over her feet, adding them to the pile of clothes, careful to put them all in one place for quick retrieval.
He kissed back up the left thigh, and then flicked his tongue over her swollen clit, causing her to cry out slightly.
He pulled her down to him, and helped her find a suitable place on the jackets. He spread her blouse open, pushed her bra up and over her tits, placing his hand on one, and the other in his mouth, his tongue caressing her nipple to the point she though it might burst. Her little whimpers and sighs encouraged him, and he bit her just enough make her squirm, a sharp intake of breath a beautiful sign of her surprise.
He kissed her then, his hot mouth taking hers captive with authority, his tongue exploring hers deeply, with intention. She could tell he was near to entering her, and it was all she could do not to arch her back and push up on her feet to meet him. Her body was crying out for him to…
“What was that?”
They both stopped, holding their breath.
“Fuck. I think there’s someone out there.” The disappointment in Alex’s voice was audible.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me? Could their timing be any more fucking impeccable?” Lora was so furious she nearly began to cry on the spot. So fucking close to doing the most impulsive and exciting thing she had ever done in her life, and now the fucking fire department shows up.
They both began to fumble quickly around for their clothes. Lora crammed her things into her bag, buttoned up her blouse and threw on her jacket. She fiddled with her hair, hoping the French twist wasn’t too damaged and that her makeup wasn’t so completely smudged that everyone outside that door would instantly know what they’d been up to.
She heard the zip of Alex’s pants. He’d never actually taken them off. Both of them had wisely and instinctively left as much clothing in tact as possible in case of a situation just like this.
“This is just bloody perfect, ain’t it?” Alex said into the dark.
“Yah…perfect. A perfect disappointment,” Lora replied.
“You know, we could go back and do this the normal way. Hot dogs at the cart down the street? A slushee at 7-11? And then head to the nearest 1 hour motel to do the dirty in bug-infested sheets.”
“Disgusting!” But she laughed at his crass humor.
“Or better yet…a nice dinner and then head back to my place for a good vintage and a good fuck overlooking the city – I have a pretty damned decent view, though I don’t like to brag.”
“Oh, really? Something tells me you do.” She found herself laughing again, oddly comfortable in this stranger’s company.
Both of them smoothed and pressed themselves into the most normal state possible, and as the doors were pried open by the intruding crowbar, Lora found herself growing nervous about seeing his face. There was a part of her that just wanted to walk away, and never look back. But there was a bigger part that wanted to turn to him, look into his eyes, and own her spontaneity…her impetuousness. She thought to herself, ‘What if this is good for me?’
The light flooded in, blinding her before she could begin to over-think her rhetorical question.
“Are you two okay?” The gruff voice invaded the small space and busted all thoughts of their intimate moment to hell.
“Yes, we’re fine…Good thing you guys showed up before anything inappropriate happened in there. Boredom can really get to people you know?” Alex laughed out loud, and the rescue workers laughed back.
As Lora’s eyes adjusted, she was forced to return to her choices. Quickly, now that she was back in the real world, she made the sensible one…to turn from him and walk forward.
“Hey, Alex, she called back…it was lovely meeting you.”
He started to laugh…hard.
She stopped. Without looking back, she called out – “What’s so fucking funny?”
“You might want these…Lora…”
With the recognition that he’d just used her real name, she whipped around to look Carl right in the eyes.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” It was the third time she’d said it tonight. But seeing Carl, holding up her black lace panties in his hand, framed by the open elevator doors, surrounded by rescue workers, red and white lights swirling from the door behind her and windows beside her, she could only hang her head and laugh.
“Guess you aren’t as frigid as I thought you were.”
She turned to walk away, her insides burning with anger, fear, and humiliation. But, she stopped. No, tonight she’d found something in herself that she hadn’t known existed. She wasn’t going to run from it. Both of them had lied. For whatever reason. And hadn’t been an ass in that elevator. Quite the contrary.
“No. I’m not. And I’m starving after that ordeal. Chinese take-out sound alright?”
He ran up beside her, swinging her panties around his index finger.
Lora rolled her eyes.
“I cannot believe I am doing this.”
“Really, I had no idea it was you, Lora. I’m just as surprised as you…maybe more so – who knew you were such a vixen?”
“Yah, who knew? And who knew you weren’t a dick?”
“Well, I am, actually. But, at least I’m a glowing dick, right?”
As they walked down the city sidewalk, Lora tried to control her instinct to just flag down and cab and drive off to another city, far, far away and forget this had ever happened. But, she’d just about fucked some guy who was a complete stranger to her…and she was a little curious to find out just how wrong she had been about him.
“Another cliche…the office rivals falling for each other? Or we could just have hate-sex if you’d prefer.” His dimples showed when he smiled, and it aggravated her how they made her thighs sweat.
“Let’s just take this one step at a time, Carl. And give me my fucking panties.”
She reached out to swipe them, but he held them above her head, swinging them like a lasso on his finger, laughing and looking down at her as she stood on her toes, wrestling with him to pull his arm down.
He was strong, and juvenile, and smelled incredible. Lora closed her eyes and stopped fighting. Carl put his arms around her and kissed her hard.
“I might be good for you, Lora. I might be just what you need.”
“You are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Yah…and I’d like you to be full of myself, too.”
(So, I could have gone several ways with the ending here. I chose to go this way, but having her walk away, never look back, and never realize it was Carl, nor he realize it was her – would’ve been fun, too. I welcome anyone to re-write the ending – sometimes a different perspective can be exciting.)
And I will be back tonight for a little HNT…stay tuned…