Erotica....

Malcolm and I co-wrote this erotic story a while back. He came up with the premise, I did the writing and detail. You like?

Blackout

As I stepped into the elevator I sighed to myself. It had been a horrendous morning and I was already exhausted. The heat of the city was getting to me and I just wanted to get out of the office and grab some lunch somewhere quiet and de-stress before the mayhem of the afternoon. As the elevator slowly began its descent, I was vaguely aware of it filling up, the feeling of my personal space shrinking, but I was too busy thinking about all the things I had to do to take much notice of my fellow passengers.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Before I could react, we were plunged into utter darkness. I could feel the panic rising around me as the women in the elevator started to talk swiftly and angrily. As I stood there, in the corner, my back against the wall, I felt my personal space shrink even further. There was a presence in front of me, a strong, large presence. A man. I would have felt threatened, only I breathed in deeply and my senses were assaulted by his smell, masculine, clean, musky and so deeply sexy that I was intoxicated. I felt immediately at ease and safe. And incredibly aroused.
As I stood there with baited breath, I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. Just when I could stand it no more, I felt the lightest touch, fingertips tracing my face, dragging over my lips, down my neck and brushing over my collarbone before gently reaching down to the parting of my skirt. He was right in front of me, I could feel the whisper of his breath on my neck as his wonderfully sexy aroma lulled me into a fugue like state where I would let this man do anything to me in this moment.
He seemed to sense my acquiescence to his desires, as he gently parted my skirt and ran his fingertips lightly up my leg to trace the lace on the top of my stockings. With a sudden shiver I remember that the heat of say prompted my decision this morning to forego underwear, and that if he were to just move his hand a little further, he would discover not only this absence but also a tell-tale dampness that would betray my extreme arousal. Shifting my weight slightly I open my legs to give him access, to allow him to discover everything.
I gasped as after touching me so gently before, with a sudden firmness he thrust one, then two large fingers inside me, a feeling of pleasure so intense that my knees weakened and I thought would conquer me completely, until his thumb brushed over then found my clitoris and started to rub it as he moved his fingers in and out of me, causing the pleasure to build incredibly quickly until I climaxed with a jagged gasp and shudder, my juices coating his hand that was hidden under my skirt.
At that moment, the elevator lights came flooding on, to the cheers and whoops of the other occupants. As the downward motion restarted, I looked up into the sky blue eyes of the man in front of me, and my breath was taken away by this sexy stranger who still secretly kept two fingers held inside me. As the elevator stopped on the next floor, everyone got out, glad to be free, except my secret lover and I.
Knowing we had only minutes, I pushed him against the wall, unzipped his trousers and freed his throbbing member from the confines of his pants. I barely had time to admire its shapeliness before I took him deep into my mouth and sucked hard, feeling his hands in my hair and hearing his appreciative groan. It took seconds, he was so ready, with one flick of my tongue over his tip, he groaned again and filled my mouth with his salty taste, which I swallowed before licking him clean.
We barely had time before the elevator stopped again, doors opening on the ground floor. Without exchanging a word, I exited, turning right, at the same time as he exited, turning left. I knew that I would most likely never see my secret lover again, but I was certainly much less worried about my workload for the afternoon!