The Elevator - Sex Stories

The Elevator

... garment was on the floor. My brassiere soon followed, along with my skirt. Standing in just my knickers, I closed my eyes as her talented fingers slid past the elastic and along my damp curlies. My head was tossing to and fro in my exhaustion and fear. My legs parted, and I felt a fingernail scraping across my vulva. Scraping? No... That would have assumed some dryness on my part. And there was nothing dry down there. I blushed in the darkness as I thought about what I must look like. My nipples were suddenly pinched between the fingers of her other hand and my moans filled the small chamber we shared. I opened my eyes finally. The moon shined in. My body trembled as this... this... whore used and pleasured me. My hands moved to her vest and pulled it from her even as she slid my panties down to my ankles. As I watched, she unzipped her skirt and it fluttered to the floor. Her arms embraced me once again. I could feel the moisture on her fingertips as she ran her nails over my back. Two columns of alabaster in the moonlight shining through the glass of the elevator. My hands cupped her buns as our sexes kissed. The crinkle of our pubic hairs meeting sounded like newspaper being crumpled. Our lips met again. Her hands caressed my skin and my own roamed over her back. She took my hands in hers and held them against the elevator door, my arms stretched above my head. Her hands moved to my wrists, pinning me gently as her tongue entered my mouth. I responded in kind, my tongue ...

... dancing with hers. She bit my tongue gently in welcome. I felt her releasing my wrists. I left them against the door even as I felt her pulling them, tugging them behind my back. She quickly had my wrists bound together with my own bra. Her fingers coiled in my hair as I stood in shock and lust. "Down," she whispered in a husky voice far more commanding then I had heard earlier. I closed my eyes and sank to my knees onto the hard tile floor of the elevator. "Lick me," she whispered strongly I opened my eyes to see her sex inches from my face. The moonlight made her skin almost glow and her scent.... her scent drew me to her like a magnet. I leaned forward and kissed her mound just above her slit. She lifted a perfect thigh and placed it over my shoulder. The harlot then pressed her sex against my mouth. I opened my lips, tasting a woman for the first time. My tongue slithered from between my lips and across her pouting sex. I closed my eyes again and licked her. Tasted her. Ate her. My mouth had a mind of its own as she ground her moist pussy against my face, using me. With my wrists bound behind me, I pleasured this girl. I didn't even know her name, but I did not care. I felt her thigh tightening around my head pulling me closer and her cries filled the elevator. I tasted her honey covering my face as her orgasm washed over her. I lapped hungerly. Eagerly. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I was kneeling in a glass elevator and had just eaten the pussy of a girl I ...