1. The Elevator


    Date: 1/6/2017, Categories: Lesbian Author: noosey_slt, Source: LushStories

    It was late when I arrived at the hotel. My feet were sore from walking and standing all day at the exhibition. My purse was now full of business cards of new contacts that I had met at the cookware exhibition and extravaganza. I was exhausted and took my pumps off and carried them in my free hand as I walked across the lobby to the elevators. The doors to one of them were starting to close, and I ran to catch it, yelling, "Wait!" to the occupant. The door opened for me, and closed. The only occupant was a young girl of perhaps 18 years. I smiled and thanked her for waiting for me. I took her appearance in with a quick glance. She was a pretty thing, wearing a denim mini-skirt that barely covered her crotch, and a black leather vest that barely closed over her pert breasts. I was speechless as I basked in the aura of sensuality that seemed to permeate her. I heard her saying something, but wasn't really listening. I jumped when I felt her touching my arm! "What floor, I said" "Oh. ummm.. 47th, thank you" We made idle small talk as the elevator rose. We had gotten in the "scenic" elevator, and the lights of the city spread beneath us as the capsule slowly crawled up the side of the hotel. Suddenly, the lights of the city began to disappear. From the right to the left, a wave of darkness crossed the metropolis as the power went out! As the wave passed us I felt the elevator lurch. And then stop. I looked out amazed at the darkness enveloping us. I felt a tremble of fear in the ...
    ... pit of my stomach as I looked out over the moonlit city. A whimper rose in my throat as my long suppressed fear of heights began to return to me. I backed away from the glass, my back against the door. My shoes and purse feel to the floor with a muffled thud. She looked at me curiously. The girl came toward me, almost instinctively knowing I was in distress. Her arms went around me, holding me tightly. I returned the embrace and closed my eyes from the sight of the blacked out city. "It's going to be okay," she told me. Whispering as if I were a child. I found it comforting and embarrass; me a grown woman of 33 being comforted by this nymph! That is when I grew conscious of our stockinged thighs pressing together. Warmth began to rise between us. I did not pull away or release my embrace... I was like a butterfly pinned to a board. When her lips sought mine I did not resist. Her soft tender hands stroked my thighs and ass and I melted like a candle to her flame. "Who are you?" I whispered between feverish kisses. "Just a working girl on her way to an outcall. And here we are. Funny, isn't it?" My eye widened when I finally registered what she had said, and it excited me all the more. I groaned as her lips ran down my jaw line and nestled against my ear. My ears are one of my hidden erogenous zones. It is best to keep a few hidden from common knowledge, but she seemed to find them all, this little harlot nymphet. Her fingers slowly unbuttoned my blouse and soon the silky white ...
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